I&G 28: Daenerys

Daenerys Targaryen, the First of Her Name, Queen of Meereen, Queen of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, Protector of the Realm, Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, called Daenerys Stormborn, the Unburnt, Mother of Dragons sat upon her throne as the envoy entered the room.

It surprised her when a woman stepped forward and curtsied. "Your Grace," she said, in the common tongue. "I am Murial, confidant and servant of Queen Annablyth of the Houses Baratheon and Stark." The girl had a sing song voice and was glad in beautiful pink silks.

"Her Grace Daenerys is the only queen," Ser Barristan said defensively. She raised a hand to silence him.

"Why would Queen Annablyth send a girl to speak to me, instead of coming herself?" Daenerys asked.

"Her Grace has just given birth," Muriel said. "She was not fit to travel, as I'm sure you can understand," She said, eyeing Daenerys's recently de enlarged stomach. Dany laughed lightly.

"Understandable. Why have you come at all?" Muriel smiled slightly before saying, "War rages across Westeros as three factions fight for control. His Grace Robb Stark has declared independence from the crown, and her grace Annablyth wishes to see a Targaryen on the throne,"

This surprised her slightly, though Dany didn't show it. "So you are claiming that Annablyth does not lust for the throne?"

"Yes your grace. The Starks just ask for the separation of the two kingdoms. The North, ruled by the Starks, and the South, ruled by you, and your son after you, and his son after him," Muriel explained. "Annablyth asks that you go to Westeros and take down the Lannisters and strip the bastard of his throne,"

"Why would I accept? I could easily overpower any enemy, and be granted all Seven Kingdoms."

Muriel smiled slyly, "Any queen needs allies. If you wish to keep the kingdoms, than you will need people who support your claim. And the Starks do," Then, eerily casual, she added, "Besides. You have a son, and her grace Annablyth has a daughter,"

Daenerys smiled slightly. "Missandei, see to it that these people are treated as honored guests,"

Muriel beamed, and curtsied.

• • •

Daenerys sighed, and went to her chambers. A servant girl brings in Rhaego at her command, and he walks in, giggling. "Mama!" He cried. Dany scoops him up and places him on her lap.

"Hello my son!" She said, smiling at her boy. "How was your day?" Rhaego's eyes are strange, since they were brown when he was born, but since then violet flecks have appeared in them. "Good!"

He started to squirm, so Dany set him down. He immediately started climbing on his mother's large bed. She laughed lightly before pouring a glass of wine.

Dany leaned back and watched her son.

Aerri would be in her room, sleeping. Aerri was the prettiest babe anybody had ever seen. Her eyes, so similar to Dany's, were like glittering amethysts. Her hair was soft and light, just like her mother's. The little princess took after her mother, that was for sure, but her nose was similar to Viserys's, when he was young and not so mad. Daenerys was glad that Aerri didn't take after her father, Xaro.

Aerri wasn't suppose to happen, but Dany knew that what was expected of her, and laid with her second husband once. He had married her for her dragons, yes, but Drogon had been impossible to tame, so Xaro kept Dany close.

Then a thief had tried to kill her and take Viserion and Rhaegal, but Jorah killed the theif. Xaro had comforted her, but Dany knew that he was the one who sent them. So, she used the same story and ordered the death of her husband.

Just as she said during her wedding, she received the entirety of his wealth. Most of the gold overflows the treasury here, she knows, and she has an extra palace in Qarth.

Daenerys sent her sights to Slaver's Bay, and conquered the three main cities.

But now, she was being called to King's Landing.

Dany knew that her power of almost 20,000 and three dragons combined with the Stark's host would guarantee her victory. Besides, she had heard tales of Cersei Lannister's beauty, so if Annablyth was her mother's daughter, than Catelyn would grow into a beautiful young woman, perfectly suitable for Rhaego.

Rhaego, she knew, would grow in a handsome man himself. He had the strength of his father's face, and his hair too. Dany's two children looked startling next to eachother, and she knew that the difference would only grow with age.

Daenerys sighed.

She would have to at least consider the Stark's offer.