Daenerys

Despite being kept a prisoner, Daenerys's captors had locked her in the captains quarters of the ship she was on and gave her decent meals. She didn't know who captured her, or where she was going. All she remembered was suddenly being attacked in her room in Dragonstone and waking up in the ship. Her head was still healing from the bruise where her abductors hit her. The windows were covered and the men who served her meals didn't have anything that hinted at their identity. They didn't speak and they all wore regular looking clothes of common folk. Nothing in the room hinted at who took her either.

The days that went by were long since she had nothing to do in order to pass the time. Early on, she tried to deduce who took her. The most likely answer was Cersei, but the ship didn't feel like it was a Lannister ship and they had been sailing far longer than they would need to reach King's Landing. It could be a Greyjoy ship, but she had seen the ships of Yara's fleet and this one was far better in quality. It could have been, but she continued to think. There was the possibility of it being a ship from Essos, maybe some of the former masters had sent to bring her back to kill her. Perhaps her captors were Faceless Men who were well known masters of disguise.

After trying to determine who, she instead tried to determine why. If it was Cersei, why not just have her killed now? From what Tyrion said, she liked to make a spectacle from things so she might be having a public execution or something that would be 'entertaining'. Or maybe she would be tortured and made an example out of. If it was Euron Greyjoy, why weren't they going to King's Landing? He wanted to be Cersei's king and delivering her would be the fastest way to get there. Maybe he had something else planned. If it was the masters, there wasn't any chance for them to return to power. They might just want to kill her to satisfy their pain of losing their livelihood and merchandise.

Daenerys thought of all of that on her first day, but the rest of the days become unbearable as she couldn't seem to expand her ideas. Today though, she finally was able to find something to pass the time. The night before, she had a dream similar to the last one she had. It all felt so real and she knew it wasn't but she couldn't help but let herself go along with it.

She was inside of a room that was most likely part of a castle, but it felt less regal and more like home. She sat in a chair next to a hearth that was ignited with white flames. One her lap sat two creatures. A silver baby dragon and a black wolf pup. She didn't know why, but looking at them made her feel happier than she had ever been. They were curled up together, sleeping while she sang to them.

"Though the winds of winter blow

They will never scare the crow

For when the king came striking down

Our steel did break his crown

And then the skies did fill with light

Our brothers have won the fight

And the one who lost did win

And the greatest of ages did begin

The wolves will howl and the dragons cry

Through fire and ice, together we'll fly"

After she sang the song, she gazed outside the window and could see four dragons flying outside over snow covered lands. They too were singing with their voices, but theirs was a song of sadness. A song of loss and grief.

Daenerys remembered the words of the song from her first dream when she had woken up, but this one was different. The last part was different words and this time the song sang of what was rather than what will be.

She didn't seem to care though. She remembered both versions of the song as if they were carved into her mind. For hours she just sat in her bed and sung them, thinking what meaning they had. The more she thought about them, the less she focused on what they meant and more on how the song sounded. In both dreams, the song seemed to bring peace to whoever sung it and those who heard the words.

It made her wonder if this could possibly be Jon Snow's song he sang to his dragons. Her dreams fit and it made sense, but at the same time it didn't. Why would she dream of his song? Why did she dream of him the night's after?

Daenerys always steeled herself in front of her captors when they appeared to her, but in truth she felt scared. She was alone on the ship, without dragons and armies, without Ser Jorah to protect her, without Tyrion or Varys to council her, without Missandei to keep fher from being alone, without Jon to… without Jon?

She sat against the bedpost and shook her head. Ever since their first dinner, they were becoming closer as people rather than rulers. Tyrion might argue that it was unbefit, yet Daenerys didn't care. The day he first showed her the carving in the Dragonglass caves was the first time she really tried to look beyond the man. The sadness and loss those dark eyes held, the way he stood with a great weight upon him. It felt like he was always fighting, never ruling. Fighting for his people, for his home, his family.

But that day in Aegon's garden, all that weight and emotion disappeared from him. The way he smiled at her, it made her feel so warm. It made her forget about the fighting and just think about what they were doing.

She breathed deeply as she longed for another day like that, a day to enjoy not being Queen Daenerys, the Mother of Dragons and Breaker of Chains, but just Dany.

It wasn't an hour later that she could feel the movement of the ship start to change. It felt like it was slowing down. Finally, the ship anchored. The only movements afterwards were the light bounces of being in the water. Her door opened and four men entered, all dressed black leather from head to toe. They wore no armor, but they each carried a sword. One of them motion his hand to have her follow them. Daenerys sat up from her bed slipped on her boots. As she stood up and approached the men, two of them came behind her while the other two stood in front of her.

Daenerys was finally outside after what felt like weeks of being trapped in a room. She looked up at the sails and finally understood who took her. They were at a large dock for war galleys and longships. Surrounding it were grass hills leading up to a castle of five towers on the top. The give away were the banners that caught the gusts of the oceans and flapped furiously. The sigil was clear to see every now and then, a red-eyed kraken, Euron Greyjoy. "I assume this is Pyke?" she asked as she looked out to the island they anchored at. None of the men responded. The two in front began to walk and she didn't immediately follow, she was shoved forward from behind. She scoffed at them as she picked up her pace as they disembarked the ship.

From the docks, it was a rather long walk to the castle, but they seemed to get there quickly. Daenerys began to feel the cold sink through her clothes given that they weren't the best one for warmth. This was further north than she'd been in Westeros so far and the cold of winter were beginning to surround the lands of the south. Before they reached the gatehouse, Daenerys was already shivering. She'd spent all her life in the warmer climate areas of the world, this was the first she began to feel of what it was in the cold.

As they finally reached the gates, Daenerys could see out in the sea hundreds of ships. This couldn't be the entirety of the Iron Fleet though, only a small portion of it. The rest had to be at King's Landing. They all walked into the castle grounds and over a stone bridge leading into the first keep. Once they were indoors, Daenerys could feel the warmth of the fires lit and finally stopped shivering. She didn't know much about Pyke, but she had to assume that the room she was in was the throne room. The roaring fireplace had a kraken carved into the stone around it and next to the fire was a large chair, hardly worth calling a throne. A man sat on it and seemed to notice her arrival.

"Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen," the man said. He stood up and turned to face them. He wore a cocky smile and look of a fire burned behind his eyes. Daenerys assumed that he was Euron Greyjoy. "Mother of Dragons, the Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea," he began to approach her as he listed her many titles, "the Unburnt, the Breaker of Chains, and the rightful queen of Westeros." His men parted as he stepped right in front of her. She made sure to show no emotion to him and keep herself strong. "Did I forget anything?"

"Luckily for the both of us, no." She told him, keeping her regal figure. The gaze upon her wasn't like a predator stalking prey like many would act like towards her, but more of some drunk looking upon a whore in a brothel, hungry to savor his lust.

"I must admit, when I first heard all the titles you gave yourself, I was a bit envious. Makes me almost wish I didn't cut out my crew's tongues. If I'm not mistaken, your titles represent your braids do they not?" He was the first one to ever notice that. He walked away from her a picked up a jeweled goblet from a table and began to drink the wine it had. "I've been to every corner of the unknown world. I've seen things not even you, the Queen of Titles, would ever imagine, and I still make time for the known world. I'm quite familiar with Dothraki customs, specially fucking in front of everyone." He gave her a slight wink. "Though I am a bit confused, how is it you assumed that all of your titles are victories?"

"What makes you think they aren't?" She was legitimately curious about his thought process.

"The Mother of Dragons. I've heard the story of how you walked into Khal Drogo's pyre and were found with three dragons after the flames died out. But you and your husband weren't the only one in that pyre, were you?"

"I burnt the witch who murdered him." 'Mirri Maz Duur.'

"She killed the great Khal Drogo?" He began to pace as he continued to talk. "That's a bit strange. From what I was told, you were the one that killed him."

Whoever his source was, it was clearly false. "I was the one who trusted her and fell into her lies."

"Oh no, no, no, no, you didn't fall into her lies. You ran into them. I met one certain Dothraki who was a bloodrider to the great Khal Drogo. He told me about how you knew the price you had to pay for her magic, you knew she would take the life of your son, and you did it anyway."

It wasn't true. She didn't know what she would lose and what the witch's true intentions were.

Euron smiled as he looked at her. "You're not fooling anyone. You keep telling yourself that you didn't know she meant to kill your family, you didn't know she didn't care for what you did for her." She could feel his gaze piercing straight into her. He stature and regallity meant absolutely nothing in front of him "I'm sure you didn't know that the price you paid would awaken your dragons, but it was worth it after all wasn't it? What's a great warrior and a child compared to three creatures that alone could each destroy entire cities."

"What do you want?" She finally snapped.

Euron finished the wine and set the goblet down on the table. "Some better wine than Dornish piss for one." He walked right up to her and began to fiddle with strands of her hair before taking a great sniff of it. "You have nothing to fear, I want you nice and unspoiled." He stopped playing with her and began to walk away. "At least for now." He sat back down in his chair and returned to whatever he was doing before she walked in. "Put her in the cell with my wife." He ordered.

Daenerys was confused. He had a wife? What about marrying the Cersei and becoming king? Was he just going to kill whoever this 'wife' was once the time came?

The men behind her shoved her forward again as she was led deeper into the keep. They went from tower to tower until they were brought deep into the third one. Soon they were in a place that only torches could give light to. The gates of the cells of Pyke were all rusted and the floor was covered in many puddles of seawater. The ceiling dripped constantly and everything about this place made Daenerys grind her teeth.

Each cell was separated by a stone wall and there was hardly any room to lie down. You either had to sit or stand. Many men were imprisoned and many of them were stripped naked and covered in dried blood emanating from horrible scars.

Daenerys was brought to an open cell which was much larger than the others. The jailor stood by holding the gate open, smiling sickeningly. Before she entered, she was seized by two of her escorts and held in place. She felt a hand grip the collar of her dress and the coldness of steel touch her neck. The blade didn't cut her skin though, it tore through the fabric of her clothes and they were ripped off of her, exposing her body. The warmth the had disappeared and a wave of cold engulf her body. They tore her boots off and finally tossed her into her cell, gawking at her.

They all took one last look at her before closing the gate to her cell. Everything around her was freezing. She curled herself up, already shivering. The light the torches gave was vague and she could barely see her surroundings.

"Daenerys?" A woman said. She looked across from her at the other end of the cell and could see someone who looked and sounded familiar. The shadows of the dungeons hid her from sight when Dany first entered her cell, but now that her eyes adjusted to it she could see someone she thought dead.

"Yara? Is that you?" Daenerys crawled forwards to get a better look. Yara seemed to inch towards her before she came into full view. She was as naked as she was but more filthy and had bruises all over her body. Daenerys remembered that Euron said to put her with his wife and became sickened when she came to realize he meant Yara. "What has he done to you?"

"Too much," she groaned out. "He decided to act like a Targaryen and marry his own niece among other things." She held out her right hand and revealed she was missing her middle and ring finger.

"I swear to you, when we get out, he will suffer for this."

Yara only laughed at her. "Who's going to save us? Theon? That cunt of a brother ran away from me. He left me to Euron. He let me get captured!" Yara kicked her leg out and rattle the rusty cage of her cell.

"There are others who can save us. There were others I trust more than anyone in the world who came to Dragonstone after you left. Some I know won't just sit idly by while we shiver in the cold here." Daenerys then noticed her figure seemed rounder. Yara's belly was slightly swollen and she gasped when she realized what it meant. "Please tell me he didn't."

"Since you asked so nicely, he did." Yara sat up against the cell bars and faced the wall. "I'll kill that fucker if it's the last thing I ever do." Daenerys couldn't help but feel sad. Yara seemed unable to. "You should hope he gets bored with you, then he might kill you quickly."

"He said he wasn't going to harm me yet."

"Then remember what I just told you when 'yet' comes."

"Why didn't he kill you then?"

Yara pointed to the other cells around them. "He keeps me alive so that he can get Theon to give up the rest of the fleet and so that many of the Ironborn remain loyal to him." Even though there were only several ships left of Theon and Yara's fleet, Euron was being very persistent.

"What do you mean?"

Yara turned her head to the side to project her voice. "More than half of his fleet are loyal to him out of fear. They know he keeps me captive and as long as I'm alive, they won't revolt."

"Then there is still a chance."

"No there isn't. all of the captains of those men are locked down here with us. Without proper leaders, they're just bumbling idiots."

Daenerys slumped backwards and continued to shiver. She wouldn't let herself break in this place. She knew someone would come for them.

"Come sit with me." Yara told her. Daenerys crawled over to her and sat right next her. As Yara wrapped her hands around her, Daenerys deeply inhaled as the coldness of Yara's body was just the same as the stone floor. "Don't worry, it will get better after a while, just wrap your arms around me and move them.

"I don't understand."

"We won't be as cold now that you're with me. If you want to stay warm, keep yourself moving, or get with someone and either hold them or fuck them."

Daenerys didn't seem to understand, but she followed what Yara told her to do and began embraced her. She moved her hands along Yara's back and could start to feel some of the cold beginning to fade.

The flames of the only torch left down with them began to flicker before going out, leaving everyone in the dungeons in the damp darkness.

Daenerys wouldn't give up hope though. She didn't spend seven years returning home just to die as some false king's whore. No, as long as those loyal to her lived, there is always a chance.