Deanerys's POV

Decisions, decisions, she was struggling with what to decide, should she agree to marry prince Quentyn. Varys and Ser Jorah had told her the Martells had always been staunch allies of Targeryeans since they were married into the family when both King Daeron II and his sister married Martells, thus Dorne into the Seven Kigndoms , whose predecessor had failed to conquer Dorne. Dorne had an army that she sorely needed but it wasn't the largest in the kingdom Varys had informed her before he had left to carry out more of his plans to seat the rightful ruler back on the throne. Well that was what he had told her he was doing.

As her foremost advisor on the current goings on in Westeros and the only person whom knew her father personally she had instead he told her as much as he could before he left. He and told her of the history of her house, how her brother Rheagar would have made a fine king and how her father's reign started off with such promise. She was shocked to hear about the atrocities he ordered later on after the defiance at Duskendale. This was not the person her brother had told her about when she was a kid. Her father sounded like a monster. She hadn't asked Varys to stop, she had urged him to continue even when he thought she would be offended. Tears had rolled down her eyes when Varys had told her how her father and often raped her mother. How the commoners had talked that the gods flipped a coin each time a Targeryean child was born from incest, some would be great rulers others would go man, she wondered which one she was destined to be, what fate had the gods decided for her.

Jorah had once said to her that she was just like her brother, not cruel Viserys but the Silver Prince Rheagar, she hoped he was right. Right now she needed that hope, and would rule hoping that it was what Rheagar would have done in her place.

She was now in a final meeting with her remaining advisors before giving Prince Quentyn her answer. She was sat at the head of the table in the room that was just off her main chambers. To he right sat her oldest and trusted advisor and friend Ser Jorah, next sat Strong Belwas. On her other side was her newest captain Daario whom she secretly thought was handsomely rugged, if he was the prince she would have said yes in a heartbeat. Also at the table were her 3 blood brothers and directly opposite sat Magister Illyrio.

"Should I accept this offer, what are the disadvantages to accepting this," she asked addressing them all.

"Heading to Westeros even in secret could put your life at risk more than it is here, dragons are hard to keep secret even in a place Isolated as Dorne," Ser Jorah spoke obviously against the proposal but maybe not for the reason he suggested though. She knew of his lustful feelings for her, and did not reciprocate them he was old enough be her father, she was only ten and seven, sure Daario was older as well but only by 10 or less years and he greatly appealed to her. He was a strong man like her husband, whom had authority but would listen to her.

"I protect you against any who make attempt," thundered Strong Belwas, slamming his fist against the table, making the goblets shake

Jhogo spoke up at that moment speaking for the other 2 blood riders as well, " We will die proecting you against those who try and harm you, here or there it makes no difference. These people across the sea have tried to kill you before and we have stopped them, let go across the big blue and slaughter them."

Before she could say something Magister Illyrio cautioned her with words she ahd heard from Varys just days before, " Dorne will support you with an army, and they are one of the few kingdoms in Westros part from the Vale that have been untouched by war, but the Stormlands and the Reach also came out relatively unscathed only losing around 10,000 men ach or less they can still field rather large armies outnumbering Dorne together 2:1 or more. Even with how well trained Dorne's troops are they would struggle outside their native land, where they don't have the advantage of knowing the terrain. But with the timely death of the Hand Lord Stark the alliances between the kingdoms could weaken, marrying Quentyn and hiding in Dorne waiting for your dragons to grow and silently gathering more allies may be your best course of action."

They continued speaking and she listened to everyone's advise and suggestions after about an hour she noticed that Daario was still yet to speak turning to him she inquired why he ahdn't spoken.

He simply looked at her with those eyes that made her heart beat faster, and told her so calmfully and truthfully what he thought, "I think you should do what you want, as it is your life, you are Khalessei and the future Queen of Westeros, you need to make the decisions and a lowly captain from a sellsword company should not have a say neither should any of these people. You are our leader, what do you want most, and what do you want to do?"

That made her think, what did she want, she wanted to rule Westeros and marrying Quentyn seemed the best way to do that but was marrying Quentyn what she really wanted or was it just what she needed to do but she knew from Ser Jorah that sometimes a ruler must do what is best for the people not what is best for themselves.

What did she want, looking at Daario she knew and she had till tonight to get it then she would have to what she needed.

"Everyone leave, I have made my decision, I will let you know tomorrow,"

Everyone dutifully got up to leave, "Not you Daario, I would talk a while with you alone,"

"Of course your grace," he replied smirking and giving a light bow before sitting again.

She noticed the irritable look on Ser Jorah's face as he left not looking at either her or Daario again.

She motioned for Daario to follow her into chambers where she lay on her chaise long looking up at the man who stood there, the one she desired but the one she couldn't be with because of his and her status.

"What did you want from me?" Daario asked smiling slyly like he already knew the answer

"You were right when you said I should do what I want," she replied, tilting her head to looked at him seductively, "Take off your clothes!"

That night had been amazing, she loved Daario but unfortunately they could never be married, she knew that, she would need alliances and the easiest and surest way off that was through marriage. She might even learn to love her husband to be over time but she knew it would never be like the raw chemistry and passion that she and Daario shared unfortunately.

She was now waiting in the room they had all sat in the day before but this time alone. In front of her was the document that Magister Illyrio had written for her for both her and Quentyn to sign if he agreed to her terms.

A knock at the door sounded and at her command Prince Quentyn entered alone greeting her with a dutiful smile.

"Your grace, you look as beautiful as ever this morning," Quentyn spoke sounding like he had rehearsed that for a while.

"Thank you, Prince Quentyn and please call me Deanerys if we are to be married we should get to know one another more informally," she replied curtly smiling

"Of course…. Deanerys, does that mean you accept?" he asked, sounding rather forced when he said her name, she could tell there was passion or lust involved in this agreement he was doing this out of duty to his family and respect for his father.

"I accept on these conditions, Dorne will back my claim to the throne and help me take it back when I decide to do so. I am welcome to leave Dorne whenever I like and finally my dragons come with me and will be protected," she listed doing her best to make her voice sound authoritative and strong.

"Yes of course, Deaernys, " he bowed gracefully taking her hand and kissing it gently, "Anything you want, we will sit on the Iron Throne."

She was right all duty, no love, he was a boy following his father's orders. Yet she hoped she would grow to love him like she had Drogo, but Drogo had intrigued her, he was interesting, strong and ruggedly handsome and powerful, so was Daario but Quentyn sure he was handsome, young and boyish but interesting and intriguing no, but she needed him. No she corrected herself she needed Dorne and Quentyn was necessary to acquire that but she couldn't help but remember what Viserys had once told her a Dragon needs 3 heads!

Author's Note

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