DAENERYS Targaryen took in the form of the dark haired woman standing before her, with some coldness in her eyes.
It was the early morning within a day of their arrival, Diana and Jon had been summoned into the throne room without warning, to discuss some inappropriate actions on the Amazon's part.
"Is it true that you attacked one of the Dothraki and broke his arm while doing so?"
Diana had sauntered through the dark corridor of Dragonstone, following the lines of the dothraki men.She stopped before a room with a large gate opened, inside were a multitude of the savages gathered around a large table-upon which the weapons the Dothraki had confiscated from them were sprawled.Attempting to walk in, the princess was stopped by the same man who had uttered the indecent words about her when she'd arrived. He grasped her arm, his rough and calloused hand gripping tightly. "Are you here to give me a taste in exchange for your freedom?" He smirked smugly, his eyes traveling through her figure. Word traveled fast amongst the soldiers guarding Dragonstone. And so the news of the guests being denied to leave, combined with the taking of their ship certainly made it seem like the King in the North and his party were imprisoned in this castle."Stop." She warned, then looked at his hand. "Unhand me.""I don't feel like it." He replied, his voice provoking her.She looked into his eyes, her own growing hard. "Unhand me, now.""You're coming with me to-"The dothraki never finished what he was about to say, because Diana grabbed his hand and squeezed it.Being a man, a horse-mounting warrior and way bigger than her, he shouldn't have even felt that; but he did. He did very, very much. He almost screamed when his bones felt like they would break and his hand immediately released her other arm.Diana then, proceeded to grab his arm and twist; the man was flying through the corridor before he could even understand what was happening.He crashed like a bomb right on top of the Queensguard's table, his comrades jumping behind. Every voice in the room died and then there was absolute silence; until the legs of the table he landed on gave out and he fell again.Standing up straight, Diana coolly and proudly spoke to the group of dumbfounded men."Where's my lasso?"
Little did the Amazon know, Missandei had witnessed the quarrel and her display of strength, followed by how she confidently walked in and grabbed her enchanted rope.
"Yes, I did, your grace. Although it was partially his fault for keeping his guard down." Said Diana.
Tyrion was standing on the right of the throne's platform, his lips lifted at the corners in merriment. And while Missandei who had witnessed the entire event with her own eyes had retold the story multiple times, the Lannister still couldn't believe it.
How was it possible that a beautiful foreign lady managed to subdue and throw a man much larger than her in the air?
The Breaker of Chains perked her fair brows. "And what's to stop me from punishing you for your actions?" Her harsh words lacked bite, the amusement the situation provided her was neverending. And gods knew she needed it, what with the unforseen Greyjoy fleet attack that lost her not one, but two of her allies.
Diana shook her head once. "Nothing, your grace. But perhaps you'd like to hear me out first."
"Go on." Daenerys allowed, gesturing for her to continue.
"Not only did I do what I did because of his foul language," Diana stopped mid-sentence to send a mild glare to one the Dothraki men who was present at the shore at the time of their arrival, and partook in the savage exchange of words that concerned her. Looking back to the Targaryen Queen, Diana's face cleared up of any hostilities. "but because I wanted to retrieve this."
All sets of eyes in the room focused their anticipated vision on Diana's hand that slipped inside her coat. But they were met with disappointment when they saw what she held- all except for Jon.
"A rope?" The mixture of disappointment and disbelief in Daenerys' voice was evident as it echoed in the throne room.
"I believe Lady Diana handed that over upon their arrival to here." Tyrion said in reply. And Diana's honey eyes went to Tyrions's. The Lannister gave her a small supportive smile, wishing for her to continue, which Diana thanked mentally once her eyes traveled back to Daenerys.
"Yes, they took it, considering that it could have been used as a weapon." Jon added, attempting to assist the Princess standing in front of him.
Narrowing her eyes in pure agitation, Daenerys questioned particularly no one. "Why am I wasting my time talking about a rope?"
"It's not just a rope, your grace." Diana smiled elatedly, admiring the object herself as she stretched it out before her. "This is the Lasso of Hephastus, a weapon forged by the Smith himself."
"I'm sorry?" The Mother of Dragons was sure she misheard the dark haired woman.
"You don't know me well, your grace, but where I come from, we've been given many blessings by the gods." A swell of pride erupted in Diana as she spoke of her home, the beautiful Themiscyra. "This is one of them."
"You're saying that a god gave this to you?" Tyrion attempted his best to muster an earnest expression as he incredulously asked. He wanted to believe them, to help Jon Snow. And to convince his queen to believe them, but now Diana wasn't making it any easier for him.
"No, no, of course not." The relief that Diana's answer brought him quickly dissipated as she went to speak again. "It's been bestowed upon my people."
"Your people?" Daenerys inquired.
"The Amazons."
"The Amazons?"
It was getting harder and harder to believe her.
Diana gave a quick nod. "I am Diana of Themiscyra, daughter of Hippolyta- Queen of the Amazons."
"I've had enough disappointments for the day, you're excused." The silver haired queen could no longer keep up the polite charade, rolling her eyes as she attempted to dismiss them.
The King in the North saw as Daenerys' guards advanced towards them to take them away, so he spoke in a haste. "Please, your grace, lend us your ears for a bit." He pleaded, knowing that with Diana's magical lasso the Targaryen would believe them.
"You start with a children's tale then you move on to the next. How am I to believe anything that you say?" Daenerys' tone of voice showcased a dance between annoyance and disbelief.
With a curt smile, Diana replied. "With this you can. The Lasso of the Smith uses the fires of the truth that compels people to speak no lies."
Quizzical glances were exchanged between the Queen and her Hand. "And I'm supposed to take your word for it?" Daenerys asked, still finding this to be utter nonsense.
"No, of course not. That is why I brought it here, so you can see for yourself." Diana said, glancing backwards to Jon who sent her a nod of encouragement.
Lifting her eyebrows, Daenerys displayed an amused and somewhat curious smirk. "You're going to demonstrate how this thing works?"
The Last Targaryen was ambivalent about the whole situation, as Diana and Jon were ready to prove their truth.
The dwarf turned around and slowly walked toward his queen, stopping just beside her throne. "Your grace, we ought to give it a try. What's the harm in that?" He encouraged, trying to convince her. What intrigued him most was Jon's unwavering gaze; he looked like he genuinely believed every word that came out of his 'advisor's' mouth.
Daenerys hesitated for a moment before replying.
"Very well."
People thought dragons were gone for centuries, but here her children were. Perhaps it was time to examine what they thought they knew.
"I believe your vote of confidence is your way of volunteering, Lord Tyrion." Daenerys said, smirking. Said man pursed his lips, agreeing.
Diana went to approach the man atop the throne's platform, and Daenerys' wary guards stepped towards her, but were stopped by a simple gesture from the queen.
Once she handed the object to Tyrion, he took it in his hand, it glowed in bright golden.
"It's warm." He commented, and then looked at her. "So now that I'm holding it, I suddenly can't lie?"
Diana shook her head. "No."
"Right," Tyrion said, with a skeptic smile. "Let's see... I'm Tyrion Lannister and I love my fath-arrghh!"
Whatever Tyrion was going to say was interrupted by a grunt of pain. He was wide eyed now, looking from the lasso to Diana.
"I don't drink wi-woah!" He looked at Diana again, looking at the lasso. "It burns!"
"It's working?" Daenerys' face morphed into a dumbfounded look, her widened eyes traveling to Jon for a quick second then back to Tyrion and Diana.
"I believe so!" The half-man loudly said, still in shock as he looked at the Amazon.
"Ask me a question. Force me to tell you the truth." He was hesitant, but he had to experiment with this object.
After all, nothing great has ever been achieved without enduring hardships.
"Alright. Tell me... Tell me what you dreamt of last night." Diana said.
The Imp, holding firmly the lasso, suddenly twisted his face in pain. "I...I had a dream... about-about..." He closed his eyes, sweat ran down his face, as he tried to resist whatever was happening to him with all his willpower. Everyone was looking at him, leaning closer; especially Daenerys, trying to understand his battle. But then he couldn't hold it anymore.
"I HAD A DREAM ABOUT YOU!" He yelled that so loudly that that his voice echoed in the large room for an extended period of time. Every single eye in the throne room looking at Tyrion with shocked faces; save for Diana.
And for the first time in a really long while in his life, Tyrion blushed.
They were all looking at the Hand of the Queen with mouths agape and wide eyes. And his queen was far beyond amused, her face also frozen in complete surprise. However, Jon's stunned look was quick to form into an offended, bothered one.
The only person there who wasn't surprised - or ashamed - was Diana. She just looked curious, despite being the one who instigated his dream.
"What kind of dream?" She asked, innocently.
Before the Lannister could be forced to answer, everyone wanted to jump forward, to push him away from the rope; no one needed to hear whatever perverse thing Tyrion had dreamt of last night. It was lord Varys, the person closest to him, who strided hurriedly to remove his friend from the glowing object.
The Master of Whispers held the lasso with complete cautiousness as he handed to Diana, his face almost contorting with disgust of this sorcery.
The Targaryen woman was seated in a silent ponder. What the tall woman had declared had actually been true. But what was she to do with that?
"Now that I've proven that it works, we can use it to show you that we're telling the truth." Diana and Jon looked at each, smiling triumphantly.
"There's no need, lady Diana." Daenerys interrupted.
The visitors' faces fell, their worry spiking as the Imp went to whisper into the Stormborne's ears.
After what seemed like forever, Daenerys dedicated a reluctant nod to Tyrion, looking back to her guests.
"For now I will allow you to mine the dragonglass and forge weapons from it. Any resources or men you need, I will provide for you."
Her announcement elicited a sense of relief that draped over the room, like a cold breeze on a hot summer day.
"Thank you." Jon's cheeks were graced with a grateful smile, his eyes going to Diana's for a fraction of a second then back to the queen. "So you believe us then, about the Night King?" He asked.
Pursing her lips, Daenerys stood up before she entwined her fingers in her front. "You better get to work, Jon Snow."
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Within the next day, true to the Targaryen's word, they have been provided with the men and tools they required, and they were about to start mining for as much Dragonglass as they possibly could.
Missandei, under the Queen's orders, commanded the men to follow the somewhat hectic Jon Snow walking along Diana and Davos to the Dragonstone's beach.
With a grateful nod sent to the translater, Jon spoke to his advisor. "Will you lead them into the cave, Ser Davos?"
"As you say, your grace." The Onion Knight replied to Jon, his voice slightly muffled by the sound of the sea in front of him.
"Well, thanks to you, Daenerys now believes us." The Stark Bastard stood beside Diana, his grey eyes softly shining with the light of day. "She just doesn't want to help us. We can have all the Dragonglass we need, just not the men to wield it." His voice was deep, but always when he spoke to Diana, it sweetened.
Diana stepped forward a couple of steps to get closer to Jon. "Not to worry, while we are here, we have all the time to persuade her." She commented. While she spoke reassuringly, Diana's mind turned blindly with the thought of persuading Daenerys. She knew that the meeting they had the previous day caused her a hint of uneasiness, all the new information proved too heavy to process. She just needed a little more time to be persuaded.
The northern king turned his head and found Davos gesturing for him to enter, most probably in need of further instructions.
Excusing himself, Jon left and made his way inside the dark cave. While Diana stood in place, sensing the movement behind her, she turned around to see who it was.
Missandei raised the corners of her lips to form a polite grin as she looked at the Amazon.
Returning the smile with a much brighter tone, Diana approached the translater. "Thank you for your assistance, truly."
"No need to thank me, I do as my Queen commands." Missandei formally replied, but with a hint of sweetness at the mention of Daenerys.
Diana looked around the island, her eyes briefly looking to the men entering the cave behind Jon and then she looked back to the handmaiden. "Everyone here truly adores her, don't they."
Not helping herself, Missandei's lips stretched even further. "Of course, everyone who came here with her from Essos, we all believe in her."
Missandei's answer managed to intrigue Diana even further, she wished to know more of her story. "If you don't mind me asking, how did you come to meet?"
"I was born on the island of Naath in the Summer Sea, off the coast of the continent of Sothoryos... I was enslaved at a young age and taken to Slaver's Bay in Essos, where I was eventually put to work as an interpreter for a slaver-master." Missandei declared, her strained smile eventually disappeared as she talked of her enslavement. "Queen Daenerys.. She bought me and sent me free."
Despite the lighter tone of her voice in the end, Diana detected a hint of embarrassment on Missandei's part. Of course, that was a portion of her life she wouldn't be proud of to say to a stranger.
"You don't need to feel ashamed when you speak of your past, Missandei. I understand." Exclaimed Diana, her words prompting the confused state of the Naathi woman.
The dark haired princess raised her arm to display in front of Missandei, tracing her silver gauntlet with her slender fingers. "These are the Bracelets of Submission. Every Amazon has a pair of these. They are a symbol so that we never forget about the times when the amazons were slaves. About the revolt led by my mother that freed all amazons."
Diana's exclamation succeeded in intriguing Missandei even further, and the simply latter smiled in return.