Game of Thrones: Of Lions and Roses

Chapter 14 of my Game of Thrones story, enjoy.

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Now onto the story.

Disclaimer: Game of Thrones belongs to George R.R. Martin.

Daenerys

Dany sighed as she stood on the balcony of her chambers, overlooking the city at night.

'It is at night those murderers work; killing those who are loyal or even remotely friendly to me.' She thought mournfully. 'Are they at work right now, killing some helpless innocent while I stand here, unaware of it?'

She shook her head; she knew she could not let this stand, these murderers; the Sons of the Harpy, had to be stopped. They were a danger to all, especially as their intentions were clear; they sought to return the city to their former masters, to slavers.

Dany glared at the thought. 'They would…They would rebuild a city where families are torn apart, simply to be treated as commodities. Men, women, even children…It's intolerable.'

Still, she knew right now, there was nothing she could do. Right now, it was simply too late; she had not slept well in so long. She hoped that tonight would be different. She turned and made her way to bed; she had already changed into her sleeping clothes, a simple yet elegant shift of filmy almost see-through material that provided her with some respite and relief.

Even at night Meereen was hot; but the light clothing helped make it bearable. Wondering if tomorrow she would wake up, go to the throne room and see the face of yet another victim, Dany lay on her bed and slowly drifted off into a fitful sleep.

She wasn't sure what it was, it felt like something was warning her that things weren't right. She could feel herself waking up, but didn't open her eyes; instead she tried to go back to sleep. But then a strange tingling went up her spine; and she heard something, almost like a whisper.

She briefly considered it could be the wind, before suddenly she felt it. Hands grabbed her as she lay on her side, forcing her arms behind her back and tying them. Another hand was clamped firmly over her mouth, muffling her shocked scream and almost suffocating her.

'What is this, who are these, people, what's going on?' She thought frantically; her thoughts racing.

Her attempts to struggle got her nowhere as her legs were also grabbed and held down. Soon she was pinned down on the bed, her hands tied, silenced by the hand covering her mouth. Her eyes were wide as she tried to discern her attackers, there were about four of them; all of them large bulky men, clad in a fashion that identified them as locals of the city.

It suddenly dawned on Dany who they were. 'The Sons of the Harpy, four of them at least, they've…they've come for me.'

As if confirming those thoughts, one of them drew a large curved dagger with a serrated edge.

"Now, we finish it." He snarled.

Dany struggled desperately but to no avail, just then however the door opened.

The men froze as the door opened, Dany's eyes widened as she saw Irri entering.

"Khalessi I…" She began, freezing as she saw the scene before her.

One of the men reacted instantly, rushing at the Dothraki girl. Irri to scream briefly before she was grabbed and slammed against the wall, a hand covering her mouth and a knife pressed against her exposed neck.

The man snarled. "I hate uninvited guests."

Dany struggled desperately, not wanting her friends to be hurt. But it looked like that wasn't going to happen as the man holding her mouth then spoke.

"Kill that bitch first, then we'll deal with the so called Queen."

The man holding Irri nodded and prepared to cut the poor girl's throat. A muffled whimper escaped Irri before suddenly two unsullied stormed into the room, followed by Missandei. Relief filled Dany's heart as she realized Missandei must have heard Irri's scream and fetched help.

It did not take long for the unsullied to subdue three of the four attackers, effectively imprisoning them within moments, the fourth they killed as he resisted all attempts to subdue him. Dany didn't mind, she was just glad it was over. Irri, in spite of what she had just suffered, rushed to Dany as Missandei untied her wrists.

"Khalessi; are you alright, I…" She gasped.

Dany smiled at her friend's concern. "I'm fine Irri, what about you?"

Irri nodded and smiled, Dany was soon free and quickly gave the orders; it would seem there would be something new to deal with in morning after all.

The following morning, Dany prepared herself to face her court; the main issue they would deal with right away was the fates of those who had attacked her last night.

'They want a return to the brutal slavery that once held this place, they tried to murder me, they have murdered so many.' She thought to herself. 'They deserve the worst punishment possible; I…'

She trailed off; a morbid curiosity overtook her. She turned to Ser Barristan.

"Ser Barristan, how would my father have dealt with something like this? You served in his Kingsguard, you would know." She queried.

The old knight shook his head. "I did Your Grace; and I would warn you not to consider such a thing…Do not stoop to his level; not when you are far better."

Dany narrowed her eyes at that. "Stoop to his level…You make my father sound like a monster, but…"

"Your father's enemies did not lie; Your Grace, he was mad; I only told you part of what he had done." Ser Barristan explained sadly. "I watched him burn innocents alive, just for the fun of it."

Dany was shocked by this; she could scarcely believe it. "But, that cannot be, those words were slander against my father…"

Ser Barristan shook his head sadly. "Who told you, your brother, Viserys, he was mad himself…What cause would I have to lie to you?"

"Gods…" Dany gasped, shocked at this.

Ser Barristan had told her that her father was indeed mad, but to hear just how mad…It terrified her, it also informed her, she knew she had a decision to make now.

So it was that, determined not to be like her father, not to take petty revenge or pleasure in punishing her enemies, Dany did not order that those who attacked her be given a torturous or drawn out death.

She simply demanded that justice be done plain and simple, they were to be beheaded, a quick clean death; without taking pleasure in it.

End of chapter, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.