RANAENYRA DALTHEOS II

I entered the Throne Room of The Great Pyramid of Meereen. Three of The Unsullied – Mud Fly amongst them – followed me to Daenerys' presence, Mud Fly and another The Unsullied holding a silk-cover that hid my brother's bones underneath – Daeraron Daltheos. Ser Barristan Selmy and Ser Jorah Mormont stood either side of Daenerys, whom was sat on the Throne. Grey Worm was stood nearby Missandei, one of Daenerys' closest friends and translator of whom were not common tongue. I stopped by the steps, looking up at Daenerys. She gave me a warm smile, knowing who I was.

"I know who you are." She explained, "You're Ranaenyra Daltheos. What can I do for you?"
I opened my mouth before closing it again, looking down at the ground before I looked up at her again.
"The Unsullied which stand behind me carry some bones, your Grace." I explained, feeling a slight stutter in my words.
"'Bones'?" Daenerys repeated, "Bones of whom, may I ask?"
"Bones of my—" I began to stutter, tears falling down my cheeks from my eyes again. "Bones of my brother."
The Unsullied placed the bones on the floor, taking the cover off from it; revealing Daeraron's bones, all of them scattering on the floor slightly, not too far away from each other. Daenerys knew what had happened, what caused my brother's flesh to burn into ash, his skin to melt.
"What creature did this to your brother, Ranaenyra?" She asked, already knowing the answer.
"WHAT DO YOU THINK?!" I shouted, my hair getting in the way of my face; I flicked it off from my face as tears streamed down my cheeks. "YOUR BLACK DRAGON!"
"Enough, my Lady. " Barristan said, stepping forward towards me as he held his hand out, "I'll have no aggression in—"
"Its okay, Ser Barristan." Daenerys said, "Her brother has just been burned by MY Dragon. She had every right to be angry."
I saw tears appear in Daenerys' eyes, she wanted to deny it; deny that any of her Dragons had brought harm to civilian, but she couldn't do so.
"I want your Dragons punished for this, your Grace." I explained, "Have them shot down, back to being a myth which they used to—"
"Did you anger the Dragon, by any chance?" She asked me, Daenerys. I remained silent, not coming to a conclusion on what my response to her should be. Daenerys stood, walking down the steps towards me. She put her hand on my shoulder. I felt my Heart drop, despite it beating faster than it ever has done. I realised what had angered Drogon, what had provoked him into burning the Farm. Into burning Daeraron.

"I—" I opened my mouth, beginning to breathe heavily; almost hyperventilating. "I—" Did I tell her the truth? I know that I should do, but—But isn't it best if you keep some secrets? That's what Daeraron always told me, that although it's told that you SHOULD tell the truth, that sometimes you have to lie; keep the truth uncovered.
"You can tell me, Ranaenya." Daenerys told me.
"Your Grace, may I—May I speak to you in private?" I requested, only keeping my eyes on Daenerys. "Alone with Mud Fly, please?" I continued.
Daenerys turned to her advisors stood behind her by the Throne and walked up the steps to them, discussing the situation. I slowly turned to Mud Fly, who was looking at me, his face with no emotion at all.
"Thank you for assisting Lady Ranaenya into bringing her brother's bones in here, Unsullied." Daenerys began, turning to us, "You may leave." With this, the two Unsullied walked out from the Great Pyramid and Daenerys looked down at me and Mud Fly, "Come with me."

Daenerys led me (and Mud Fly) into a luxurious room behind the Throne area of The Great Pyramid, she stood just by the entrance of the balcony which looked over the whole of Meereen.
"What angered him?" She repeated, looking at me.
"Somebody rode him, your Grace." I began, "Somebody rode Drogon's back."
"Who? Was it Daeraron?" Daenerys asked me, looking at Mud Fly; expecting him to answer.
"He does not speak the common-tongue, your Grace." I lied, reassuring that my plan was not going to be disrupted by an Unsullied.
"I'm sure that I can understand what he—"
"MUD FLY RODE DROGON'S BACK!" I began, tears began to roll down my cheeks to cover up my guilt, although—I felt no guilt. "He rode his back, he angered him; saw him as a Horse or something!" I turned to Mud Fly, staring at him madly as tears streamed down my cheeks, "Didn't you?" I whispered. "DIDN'T YOU?!"
Mud Fly remained still, not reacting nor responding to the scene. Daenerys looked down at the floor, clenching her fists together as Daario Naharis walked inside. Daenerys nodded at him in which Daario grabbed hold of Mud Fly's arm, leading him back out to the Throne Room.

What was happening? I needed answers.
"Where are you taking him, your Grace?" Daenerys turned away from me, watching as her Three mystical creatures flew above the skies of Meereen. "Your Grace, I—"
"He's being thrown into Slaver's Bay." Daenerys began, turning to me again, "He'll be executed at sunrise."
"But—But he—He rode a Dragon, your Grace!" I explained, "That's all he did, he—"
"He had your brother BURNED to his bones, Ranaenya." She told me, her eyes full of rage. "Don't you want him punished?"
"No—I mean—Yes. YES, I want him punished, but not—NOT LIKE THIS!" I explained, trying to reason with Daenerys, attempting to persuade her to change her mind on her actions.
"You see, I'm not stupid, Ranaenya; I hope you can see that." Daenerys told me, stepping close to me. "I know that Mud Fly did not ride Drogon. I know that Mud Fly would never even consider doing such a thing. And I also know that he speaks the common tongue."
"Your Grace, I—"
"I'm not finished." Daenerys began, she turned away from me again, stepping towards the open-window; although, there wasn't any glass. "I want you to show me how much honour you have, Ranaenya. I want you to show Mud Fly how much you respect him for helping me, for serving me, for serving you and everybody else. At sunrise tomorrow, before Mud Fly is executed; beheaded. I want you to CONFESS. I want you to CONFESS into angering Drogon."
I did not respond. I looked down at my feet, realising the mistake I had made. I felt sick come up at the back of my throat, the burning-feeling of it. I looked up, seeing that Daenerys was stood in front of me now.
"Let me tell you something, Ranaenya." Daenerys began, she had tears in her eyes, "When you play the Game of Thrones, you win or you die."