Note: There might have been used some common phrases and monologues in this chapter that most of you won't understand, therefore I made a word list, for the readers that didn't graduate with a degree in Dothraki nor rode with the Dothraki people along the Narrow Sea and the Seven Kingdoms. On this list you can find the scentences that I used with the literal meaning and proper translation of said phrases. You can find the link to this list in my profile description!


Daenerys couldn't get to sleep, the covers kept twisting around her feet as she rolled from each side of the bed. Not knowing how much power she had in her, or how she could control it all, made her feel so restless and nervous. She pulled her legs up and curled up in a ball. Clenching her knees to her chest, trying her best to stabilise her breathing. Tears of anxiety started welling up in the corners of her eyes. Slowly, but steady did her breathing change from sighs to deep and silent cries. Bitter thoughts creeped into Dany's head, with each second passing, they shifted into nightmares.

The morning smelled damp and musky. Dany threw the cotton blankets off and searched for her comb, today she wouldn't be needing any help getting ready for the day. Sure it was handy, but she was strong and independent through her bones, she highly disliked the way some maids treated her like a porcelain doll, pulling on her blond hair to braid it in a practical, yet beautiful creation.

Dany cursed under her breath, when one of the bone teeth broke off the comb. Her fingers searched through the strands, looking for the splintered tooth. When she finally found all the broken pieces, she placed them on the table in front of her. With a deep sad sigh, she arranged them so, that they were in correct place, as like it has been before. She couldn't believe that the only thing she had ever gotten from her mother, was now as broken as she was herself. She bit her lip, to keep her from crying again. She wasn't planning on starting her day by being weak.

She was still staring at the broken pieces when one of her maids entered her tent.

"Aena shekhikhi, Khaleesi", the girl softly whispered.

Dany looked up, and watched as the girl slowly approached, faced down.

"Jhiqui." Dany's voice sounded more stern than she intented. "Please help me with my gown. I can't get these ropes right."

Jhiqui nodded and didn't hesitate a second, her lean fingers knew precisely where to go. Dany breathed slowly through her nose as the strings thightened the loose fabric around her tiny body.

The sun was setting steady towards the high blue sky when Dany walked around the camp, checking on her men and horses. She greeted all the riders and women, while Ser Jorah was walking at her side answering her questions about the wherabouts in the Seven Kingdoms.

"M'ach! Khaleesi, hash yer dothrae chek?", one of the riders asked.

Dany smiled and answered, "Anha dothrak chek asshekh, san athohomari yeraan."

As Khaleesi, Dany had felt the need to learn the native language of her people. Drogo had been very pleased with her, as he noticed how fast she was learning. After his death, Dany did everything in her power to get all the men to accept her as their queen. Some of then were very anxious, since at first they thought Dany was possessed by evil spirits when Drogo was dying.

Thinking of what she had achieved already, made her feel like the true ruler she was. Although her morning didn't start that great, Dany felt that today would be a good one.


Quinn was sitting on the window still in her room, watching the maids and cooks set up the huge dinner table, as the sun was setting behind the hills. A deep sigh ran through her lungs, the whole palace smelled great, like it did that afternoon. She was waiting for Margaery to pick her up and meet the guests, that had arrived earlier in the evening. Quinn had already sneaked a peek as the large wooden chests with the guests' belongings arrived at the east-wing. The decorations on the chests showed that their guests were almost as wealthy as the Tyrell's themselves.

"My Lady, are you ready for dressing?"

"Of course, Septa, please, come in. What did Mother pick out for me tonight?"

The Septa showed the young blonde the gorgeous embroidered fabric. Quinn was surprised by the beauty of the dress and figured that these guests were really important for the political state of the city.

As soon as Quinn was dressed and took place at her toilet table, a cheeky laughter filled the room.

"Quinny! Isn't this hilarious? We look like porcelain dolls!", Margey giggled.

"I quite like this one, actually. Don't you think we look pretty?"

"Yes, you do. But me? I can barely run in this heavy skirt. I feel limited in movement, I don't particularly like it. Yet."

"You'll get used to it, sis.", Quinn said with a wink.

The Septa continued dressing Quinn's hair in the suiting way. And Margaery and Quinnevere kept chitchatting about the food, the feast and the guests until Quinn's hair was done.

The girls held hands on their way through the castle's hallways and stairwells. They were both incredibly curious and nervous upon meeting the new temporary residents. Guests usually stayed around the Rose Fields for approximately 62 suns and moons. The girls would be hanging around with the guests' daughters, sisters and nieces, if there were any.

Margey let out a soft scream of joy as she noticed the wooden tiles carefully arranged on the grass. Quinn knew Margaery was overjoyed knowing that said tiles meant there was supposed to be dancing after the meal.

Quinn took the time to read all the name tags on the plates, while her younger sister took the change of inaugurating the dance floor. The cards were all dipped in rose perfume and were sided with the typical Golden Tyrell Rose. Under every name, the Tyrell House motton graced in golden ink.

"Growing Strong."

The blonde looked up and saw a silhouette between the rose bushes. The silhouette quickly stepped out of sight as they noticed Quinn's narrowed eyes watching. The blonde girl didn't hesitate a second and followed the stranger into the garden. She looked around for a few moments, when she noticed the tip of a woman's shoe peeking from under one of the big bushes. Quinn sneaked up on the young woman, and grabbed the hiding girl at the wrist. Surprised and slightly shocked green eyes met with Quinn's and the girl's other hand shot up to cover her mouth, to keep the girl from disturbing the peace with a high pitched scream.

"What do you think you're doing?", Quinn asked sternly, still holding the girl's wrist.

"I-I-.." The girl swallowed. "I was just curious. I wanted to know where I would be seated. An-and, if I was close to the dance floor. I meant no harm! I'm very sorry.", the girl rambled.

Quinn laughed and took the girl's other wrist.

"Come on, don't be so shy!", she said, as she pulled the girl from between the blooming roses.

"Aha! So that's where you went! Who's this?"

"Uh, I don't know, I didn't ask for her name yet!" Both the blonde as the auburn haired girl looked at the green eyed stranger.

"My name?" The girl continued as the two others nodded heavily. "My name is Trojaeh. I'm with the Versayleon family. I am Ser Homean's niece."

"Well helloooo there, miss Sneaky. Welcome to the Tyrell Rose Grounds!", Margey said.

"Welcome indeed, I hope your trip here was quite enjoyable." Quinn added a polite smile and bowed her head with a subtle lift of her dress. Margaery rolled her eyes at the seriousness of her sister, before giving a little nudge at the new girl's nose.

"Come on, let's check the name cards." The auburn haired girl hopped from plate to late, reading the names. Sometimes she had a serious frown between her brows, as if she had trouble pronouncing the names in her head. Other times she giggled loudly, when she had found a silly name.

"Oh! Look! Quinny, you're seated next to Trojaeh! Lucky you!"

Quinn gave the new girl a quick look and shot her a nervous smile, the girl answered with a similar smile before looking at her feet.

Margaery didn't notice the quiet awkwardness that spread over the grass field, and she happily hopped on. Quinn sighed, relieved as he other diners were arriving and chatting loudly about whatever they thought was important. The blonde took her seat, wondering where Trojaeh went off to, since she was not sitting next to her yet. She scanned all the new faces, and greeted the diners sitting across from her. Her sister gave her a fast poke as she walked by, aiming for her seat. And Quinn did her best to keep a straight face, so she wouldn't embarrass herself in front of the guests.

Trojaeh didn't show up next to Quinn, until after the fist dishes were served. When she finally arrived, she whispered a soft 'hello' and an apology for being so late. Quinn wondered what the girl held for a reason, but wouldn't dare to ask her, since she figured it might sound noisy.

The blonde felt the need to make the new girl feel as comfortable as she possibly could. She seemed like a girl with a rough story, and the blonde might be a little spark to happiness in dark times. Well, 'spark', at least she could try.

The two young women barely spoke during the meal. And when Margaery asked Quinn and Trojaeh to come dance, the new girl politely declined the offer.

The moment Quinn's feet touched the dance floor and saw the blossomed red cheeks of her younger sister, she forgot all what went on in her troubled mind, and joined the flow of the music.