Daenerys looked around the spare place in front of her tent, her dragons softly purring next to her. The rough touch of their scales felt like home under her fingertips. A grin formed its way round her lips, she truly was the Mother of Dragons. She felt it every time her babies came near her, a soft but powerful feeling, like the ocean hugged the shore with every thrust. Her fingers tingled when one of the creatures lit up his fire to warm up the spot he picked, on Dany's wooden throne, before he rested his head on her arm.
Someone coughed. Dany recognised it as Ser Jorah, asking for permission to enter her tent, even though he knew she was waiting for him.
"Ser, welcome. You may enter." His blue eyes searched for contact with her grey ones.
"Good evening, Khaleesi. Sorry to bother you at this time of day." Dany only nodded shortly in approval. Although she didn't really mind.
"Tell me what you couldn't tell me earlier this afternoon, Ser Jorah."
"Well, Khaleesi, it is not that I couldn't tell you. More likely, I did not dare to ask you, before we-" He paused, looking slightly disturbed.
"Before we- were alone."
"Ser Jorah, I would very much appreciate it, if you would just tell me what is bothering you. We are alone right now, my dragons and I are one."
He still didn't look that fond of what he was about to ask her. Dany felt slightly uncomfortable. She already knew where this was going, but she'd rather ignore than talk about it. Especially when she didn't really had time to figure it out herself.
"Well, Dany. We both realise what happened earlier today. Don't we?"
Dany nodded again.
"Could you perhaps, explain, in any kind of way, wh-" He coughed.
"What exactly did happen, my Lady?"
She lifted her chin up, while looking down at her feet. She always did that when she got scared, but wasn't willing to show her attackers that she was. In fact, it made her look more vulnerable than anything, but because she was able to recover fast enough, nobody ever really noticed. Ser Jorah always made sure of that. But now, since he was the one 'attacking' her, she couldn't recover, no, this time, she felt the tears well up in her eyes. Anxiety and frustration flood over her.
"I- I-" Dany swallowed. This was harder for her than she had hoped for.
"I don't know. I was just thinking and my thoughts took over. And I guess the dragons felt my anger too." Suddenly Daenerys sounded like the 16 year old girl she was, not the brave and stern woman she acted out in front of her people.
"Oh, Khaleesi. But what did you fear, my Lady?"
"I feared being overruled, not being able to restore my fathers honour. He wasn't just mad, he cared. I'm the only true heir to the throne! And you know that!"
"I do, my Lady. I very much do so. But if you pull a stunt like this again, the Dothraki will think you are possessed by some evil god or spirit. The horses are still in stress, and the men are fearing for your mental state."
Daenerys looked at the dragons, playing at her feet, blowing little balls of fire to each other. She wished she could live that careless, without thinking of any consequences. The reason her dragons were so on ease, was that they smelled fire, or well, burned things. Not so many hours ago, Dany made them light up their fire and burn some of the tents, even two horsetails were lit up and made the camp smell like burned hair. She didn't realise it until Ser Jorah woke her up from her thoughts.
"Ser Jorah, I mostly fear myself. I don't know what I'm capable of yet. My brother kept me imprisoned, in a way that I was still free to go. But he knew what to say, what to do, to keep me close. And to make him able to make all the decisions for me. Now he's gone-"
Her voice broke, even though Viserys was not the kind of person you would be liking very much, he was still her brother. Khal Drogo had killed him in an unpleasant way, but she knew he deserved nothing better. She scraped her throat.
"Now he's gone, he cannot do that anymore. And even though I feel so much more free, I never learned to make the right or wrong decisions for myself." Ser Jorah only nodded, and sighed in sad approval of her words.
"Quinny?"
"Hm?" The fuzzy air and the warmth of the sun, made Quinn's head feel like the world was on pause, she felt incredibly comfortable with the scent of the Tyrell roses surrounding her. The birds chirping, and the soft breathing of her sister.
"Tell me, does it tickle when I do-" Quinn's eyes shot open.
"THIS!"
Margaery's fingers groped her waist before she couldn't even move, and the urge of laughter came upon her.
"Stoo-" The laugh sounded more like a snort through her nose. "-ppppp."
"No! Never! You shall not resist the tickle mistress!"
"Oh god, Margey, don't call yourself tha-" Her sentence got interrupted by another flow of laughter.
"Ple- haha. Please.." Margaery's giggles made it even worse for Quinn to pull herself together. Once she saw it, she took the opportunity to go in attack instead of her awful defence. Quinn shot up, and landed both her knees on either side of her sister. She dropped her weight on the brunette, who couldn't hold in the joy, and started giggling even louder.
"There, now lay still, you make an awfully uncomfortable bed if you move so much."
Marge planted a kiss on Quinn's cheek.
"You're the best sister I could ever wish for." A sigh escaped her lips.
"And so are you, Margey."
They kept laying like that for quite a while, until Margaery asked Quinnevere to move, and roll over. Quinn figured that she was hungry, again, and wanted to get some food out of the kitchen.
"Quinnnnn, come on, get up! I'm huuuungryyyyy!" She moaned.
"Yes, yes. I am coming. With you around I'm never going to get some rest." She winked at her little sister, while taking her hand.
"Now come on, let's.."
"RUN!"
Quinn loved it when they finished each others sentences like that, even though they used this one almost every minute of the day. Margaery giggled the entire time they were running around the flower fields of the castle. Once they got scent of the kitchens, they started running even faster. Margey's hunger was never fulfilled even though she ate like a whole arsenal of men. Quinn smiled, her sister was so precious to her.
"Hello, my Ladies. Out for a run, I figure?"
Margaery put up the most dazzling smile, she always did that when she wanted something from people, but it wasn't a way of manipulation. It was sincere joy and kindness.
"Yes, Cooky. The lovely scents from your incredible cooking, made us run even faster. What's all the big meals for?"
"Oh, m'Lady. We're expecting visitors later this day. Didn't you know?"
Quinn shrugged, Margaery told her this morning, while they were running through the castle's corridors. Quinn had been completely out of breath, and couldn't possibly talk while moving on such high speed. Her sister, however, was a great runner and a great talker, and never actually stopped talking. Not even in her sleep.
"Oh, yes we did", she said, while winking at the blonde. "That's why we came to check on all the meals, Grandmother sent us, you know."
"Ah yes, my dear. Would you like to taste a bit of what we prepared already?"
This was what Margaery had hoped for, she almost always got exactly what she wanted.
The taste of the dishes made Quinn's mouth water even more, the cooks always prepared everything with a scent of rose, since that was the Tyrell's house sign. And dear lord, did it taste good.
