~Daenerys ~
My mind was a raging storm wagging war with a frothing sea. My good intentions a rapidly sinking ship. Everywhere I turned, there was a new enemy waiting to kill me, to bring down everything I've built. I can't let that happen. I won't.
"My lady." Elena's voice was steady at my doorway, the musical tone, my safety net, as I motioned her forward, admiring the way her form moved beneath the silky material of her dress. Her hair a cascading halo of chocolate curls. Eyes so mysterious, yet familiar.
"Have you news?" I asked as she came to stand before me, her presence almost overpowering. Like Khal Drogo. My heart hurt as I thought of him; of our last moments together. Of what that witch took from us.
"They call themselves Sons of Harpy. Men who wear masks of gold. They're planning an attack soon." She recalled. "It would be wise to stay here, where it's safe." Of course. The wealthy. I should have known. Anger tightened in my chest, my skull pounding as fist clenched ruffled blankets. Eyes closed as I tried to breathe through the feelings, images of chained women and beaten men playing in my mind. Her hands were warm and calloused. Hands that were used to abuse, to fighting. I could feel her power, the feeling so strong it forced my eyes open with a small gasp. She'd taken a seat before me, face close, expression concerned. She's so much like him. So much- I captured her lips, the taste of wine exploding across my tongue. She pushed me away, far to quickly, almost soaring to the far corner of the room.
"You will not do that again." She whispered, so faintly I barely caught the words. Cheeks warmed with embarrassment, before I suddenly felt ashamed. She's already been through so much.
"Please forgive me. I meant no offense." She regarded me through lowered lashes, and I suddenly felt like prey. The need to flee strong within me. She walked with all the grace of a shadow, steps silent as she neared.
"Elena?"
"We should discuss how to stop the rebellion." She offered, taking a seat on the chair beside me. I released the breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding, nodding my acknowledgment.
"I have a plan. I will reopen the fighting pits." She frowned deeply, the expression strangely beautiful, as she shook her head.
" If you answer violence, with more violence, your only reward will be more bloodshed." I'd had similar thoughts when Hizdahr had come to me with the request. Having little experience with fighting, I could not see the appeal, but no other option has presented itself.
"The decision has already been made. I would feel safer knowing you are there." I spoke, hoping that I hadn't ruined things. You should have never done that. I scolded, blaming loneliness on my brutish actions.
"My mission is to protect you, so that is what I will do." Her words were calculated, as if she had to reassure herself. Would she kill me? I wondered as she stood and looked at me for a long while, teeth teasing her lower lip.
"Until we meet again." She sighed, turning to rush from the room. She would. I decided, remembering the fire in her eyes. Dragon fire. Her eyes were filled with dragon fire.