[closed]

[freeing]

Who: Daenerys Targaryen + Closed Starters
When: All month, baby.
Where: Mainly Dorc.
What: Just closed starters, all about the draaama with their dilemma.
Warnings: Sad backstory eventually. Mentions of rape and strong depiction of slavery.




[ starters linked individually. ]

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lux

[freeing]

[ She recalls it so vividly – the pathways that lead to the small clearing. The cobblestone path with a giant chunk missing past a metal door. It was the same pavilion. What was once full of monsters in chains being sold to the highest bidder now full of bakers and farmers selling wares. The witch merchants make their monsters do the heavy lifting, make them act as enforcers. It was clear how they divert their eyes away from Daenerys and her seemingly witch-like form (her scales hidden and the stark silver-gold hair striking like magic). They trust their "master" only.

And it makes Dany's stomach churn.

She approaches casually at first – to the baker and his Chimera. Insisting to know how long they had been set up here. "A while", is all she gets, despite her prodding. The baker does not indulge in details, insisting this place is as it has always been – a place of business. ]

You are right it is always business here. With this one's brothers and sisters sold to the highest bidder not too long ago. Tell me – tell me where the others are. The monsters with out collars!

[ Sorry, she's... a little loud. ]

[interlucere]

[ For the majority of her time in Dorchacht, Lux has been playing the part of a well-mannered dignitary. Not one to actively speak out of turn or make a scene, she's chosen her own ways of being defiant—dressing like she is this afternoon, for example, a bright white dahlia pinned to her lapel. She has a clear reason behind this subtle power play: Grab as much attention as she can, while keeping eyes off of the ones she has working with her in the shadows. If anyone had to fall, it would be her.

It doesn't surprise her to see the marketplace drastically different, but it speaks volumes. Clearly this isn't a case of believing what they are doing is right—and that fact makes her blood boil under the surface.

Hearing a familiar, impassioned voice rise through the market, Lux pauses before quickening her pace. It sounds like a fight is about to break out, and even if it would be justified, anything seen as violent could threaten both the people of Aefenglom and the monsters they wish to protect. ]

What is going on here? I heard shouting. Is everything all right?

[ She looks between Daenerys and the baker. Speak quickly, bring her up to speed so she can assist. ]

[freeing]

[ Daenerys wishes she could control the fires that burn in her heart. The ones that consume her mind. It was a snap judgment to go forth and call out the injustices with no restraint.

She was ready to continue her scene, to demand what answers she seeks — it was not until someone else joins the fray that regret washes over the angered dragon's features.

Taking a step back, she places her hands in front of her more regal, more controlled as if trying to hold back her anger. Through the corners of her eyes, she glances to Lux — not daring to face her fully. ]

This merchant refuses to speak the truth. I am not mad, I know what once stood here.

[ The baker rolls his eyes, instead going forth of unloading his wares himself as the Chimera behind him is pushed back towards the cart transporting goods. ]

yuya

[freeing]

[ Daenerys is always use to the attention she brings, but here? She had anonymity. She had the cover of acting as a Witch and control over her own want to burn their Coven to the ground. It settles her, allows her to think clearly... but as time goes on. Something doesn't feel right. She's observed as much as she can, this... Morgana woman. It fills her with a bit of discomfort, seeing a woman abuse her power so casually like a blinded usurper King.

Her discomfort yields for her to act out – to try and find more out about this woman and her Coven. She goes to the wrong place at the wrong time, being caught and treated like a common criminal. No demands of her namesake invoked, no amount of duress could bring her bonded, Lloyd or Jorah, to find her. Questioned for hours on her intent by Morgana's trusted council, Daenerys stewed in her anger, resulting in a little... ahem, firebreathing display. Her truth revealed, a monster – dragon – was not met with punishment.

"It's for the best, dear. For your protection." The guard's words try to calm her although she knows his intention. A witch, armoured nicely in fireproof robes and garneshed in silver plate stands five feet from her at all times. Following her around like a puppy. It was troublesome at first but now it leads to a great discomfort. One that gnaws at her as much as the hidden scales beneath her jackets.

She gets word to Yuya, be it in passing among the market streets or a system of other espionage people, to meet her when the sun sets in her room. She speaks of a small balcony window that will remain open late into the evening so – fingers crossed he can get into it?

For now, she locks her bedroom door – hearing the shift of metal move about anxiously outside much to her anger. All she can do is pray he is quick. ]

[hippocarnival]

[There's so many people to keep track of, but after their meetings in the dream and the bar Daenerys is high on the list. So when he gets the word for him to meet up with her, Yuya makes sure he can get around the side of the building without being noticed and looks up at the open window.

Luckily there's plenty of grooves and vines for him to scale up, and when he reaches the balcony he curls his fingers firmly around the bars and deftly pulls himself up.] Daenerys?

[freeing]

[ It was risky, but all risk yields a reward, you know. Yuya is able to scurry up and get over — Daenerys already a glass of wine down to calm her nerves by the time she hears something on the balcony. Her footsteps light, fingers tugging the ends of her gown up as she rushes across the room. ]

Shhh! [ The voice was familiar, a relief. She approaches with an extended hand, hoping to help him up and over. ] Guard at my door, come in and we'll —

[ Figure it out. She tugs to try and help him through the opening. ]

[hippocarnival]

[Oh--he mimes zipping his lips shut before taking her hand and shifting over the railing--and then tugged into the room.

He moves to gently shut the window behind them, keeping his voice low this time.] Hey. Something happened?

sheva – tw: gross mention of body horror

[freeing]

[ At first, she believed it was just a harsh rub – perhaps she ground it into the uncomfortable bed before arriving. However, the itch of her scales had grown more frequent since they set sail for this other city. Her fingers would find themselves unable to pry away at the silver slickness that sprouts past her skin more and more. It becomes a small penance for her to fight off, to remain undercover as she continues to pose as a Witch on her emissary trip.

It becomes too unbearable one day. When scheduled to roam among the poorer parts of the city near the sewers, she feels blood against her fingers at the nape of her neck. Blood begins to trickle from the scratched scales, staining her hair in the most obvious of fashion. Daenerys was not use to feeling a burn – not from heat and certainly not from a spread desire to peel away at her skin, as if to reveal every inch of silver buried beneath. Dany panics, her feet quick down cobblestone to try and find a well to wash away the blood.

Just wonder what may happen before she finds it... ]

[partnerinheels]

[Once the dream had subsided, so had the majority of her changes. The remnants that linger are the sharper canines and longer than normal nails, both are easily hidden or played off as personal preference. It's difficult to spot, but Sheva's noticed that her face still maintains an edge of that exotic feline shape. So far, none of these traits have been a problem in this city, and with her experiences in the last dream, she's found it much easier to navigate the actual Dorchacht.

While it seems as though they've cleaned up their act on the surface, Sheva absolutely doesn't trust that there's been any actual change. It doesn't take long to integrate herself back into the underground resistance and prove her own suspicions correct.

The slums are strangely comfortable to the young woman, especially since she's dressed the part over something less shabby. It's all about layers and perspective, about blending into the environment. Unlike Sheva, Daenerys does quite the opposite with her silver-white hair and well-fashioned clothing, not to mention the rushing movements to somewhere else.

She catches sight of the blood as she smells it from her position downwind from the other woman. She's leaning against a wall just ahead of the dragon, and instead of yelling or waving, Sheva pulls back her hood and pushes herself off the wall with her foot.]

Excuse me... You're hurt.

[freeing]

[ Daenerys had only had misfortune in her transformations in the dream. They were subtle there, only a glimmer of silver at her neck that only felt as if the scales laid on top of her skin. Now? They feel deep, secure and rooted into her flesh. It was merely an itch, she thinks, but it hadn't subsided. Flesh began to rip and tear at the scales and soon, she finds herself with bloody fingers and sores peppered against that silver.

Dany tries not to bring attention to herself. Her fingers hide against her darkened garb, hair obscuring the red at the back of her neck. It was finally when Sheva announces herself does she stop, eyes wide and jaw agape. ]

I – I am fine. I am no such thing.

[ Even under the realization it is Lady Sheva, she stays guarded. Protected. ]

theseus

[freeing]

[ Before Dany went turbo and got put in dumb dragon jail, she did not believe her own eyes on one of the tours of the city. She breaks from the dignitaries group, wandering through tight alleyways leading towards the pavilion she so vividly remembered as a stage for slavery. For monsters to be toted off after they were sold, priced for their worth and skills. There seems to be no remnants of it to her eyes – but she is too startled for her own good. Daenerys has had to deal with sores on her scales growing in and the anger to lash out that seems to make more and more sense as she leads on.

A poor fisherman, one that was proud of moderate sized fish coerces Daenerys to look at his wares – all while a Naga with a wounded arm brings in barrels of fresh fish. She shoots him a glance. ]

I care not of the stink of your wares or the pockets you wish to line. Tell me where the auctioneer has gone – where he sells his best wares. Tell me and I will not inform Morgana Drummond of your cruelness!

[ She's loud, enough to garner a tired and belly-full laugh from the fisherman. He cares not and highly encourages it, which allows Daenerys to feel a bit of heat in her throat (fortunately, not connecting the dots with an impending change to herself) – ]

Ser, it would be unwise to laugh in my face. Do it again and I'll ensure –!

[ Stop? Her? ]

sorry for the late!

[chosenside]

[Having been in Dorchacht for a good couple of weeks now, Theseus has mostly familiarized himself with the city. And admittedly, while he hasn't done much to make a great impact, it still feels too early to return to Aefenglom when they announced the boat's first departure. Besides, knowing that more people are coming is a reason to stay, so that he can possibly give information. Get some of the basics down so they spend less time with that.

Of course, he knows that anyone from Aefenglom would probably be investigating the pavilion, since that's where those terrible auctions happened in the dream city. As such, Theseus is looking around for anyone that's obviously searching for them... or creating a disturbance.

Like Dany.]

Miss Targaryen.

[Theseus speaks up, looking slightly more different than normal. He's dressed in a more casual attire, ordinary clothes that shouldn't attract anyone's attention, with a scarf that's partially covering the lower half of his face. It definitely gives him a more meek appearance.

Still, his voice can still be heard as he walks closer to her.] You don't need to threaten the man. Threats won't get you answers.

no worries at all!

[freeing]

[ It was difficult to adjust to – knowing that her most trusted was elsewhere and she was having to maintain a horde of complications. The scales still sprouting over her sensitive skin, luckily hidden except for a bit near the back of her neck that still feels tender from healing and the anger that keeps summoning itself from deep within herself.

Such action as the later? It was a showcase now. His words stop her dead in her threat, shooting a glance to the familiar voice. Shame washes over her like a cold shower, cooling her nerves as she straightens out the coat on her frame. ]

Threats get compliance, but only for the select few, I suppose. [ She glares in the direction of the fisherman who tosses a few clam shells angrily in their direction, trying to shoo them off. She steps away, eyes narrowed and trying her best not to further make a scene – because now, someone else is involved. ] Let's leave this place, then. He has to make a living, after all.

eren

[freeing]

[ Getting word out and staying in the loop had proved difficulty. Daenerys had not only been exposed as a monster, one that they distrust and fear, but she has a guard to contend with that always stays within short distances from her. She's tried her best to evade, but finds herself only offering a small written scroll to one of Eren and Dany's mutual acquaintances (we hand-waving it, okay). It listed a time and location, in Dany's small private quarters. The window to the bathroom was open wide, the steam filling the room to billow out like smoke. Scalding hot water soothes her, even if it makes her teeth clench and body recoil at times. Once she settles into the water, she doesn't leave. She adjusts, adapts to the heat as best as she could. It is the only thing that stops the itching and gnawing of her growing scales.

All she can do is hope Eren finds his way to her — she trusts him to an extent, he did not mince words or hide things. That kind of thing is truthfully needed now. ]

[usurpers]

[ if not for the location, then he’d find her well enough by scent. the building was written on a little scroll he had burned away to ash with his breath, and it took to walking closer to the shadows to go unnoticed. a long, black cloak to meld justly with his scales and a hood big enough to drape over the points of his horns curved back, hopefully enough to become nearly one with the wall in the black city’s smoggy night.

he climbs the coven’s building with ease, and makes sure he’s quick about it— even reticent as his claws click against the ledge of the bathroom’s open window. it shouldn’t be too startling, he hopes— she knows he’s expecting him, and eren does not want to risk his voice being heard.

so, the window: he crawls in, his paces almost predatory to keep the silence as well as eye contact. it’s warm in here, though humid from steam. at other times, he’d find his throat itching to hiss from the droplets of water plaguing him, no matter how hot they were to soothe him. a soft glow of fluorescent orange shines from the ink that pierced his wings, arms, back and ribs underneath the gentle swish of fabric, enough that he gives them a look down and exhales. small relief. he’s protected from the water no matter how small or large the particles came to be.

his gaze, when it returns, is sympathetic when they spot the shimmer of scales down her neck, much like his jugular. the redness, the itching, it was unbearable enough that he’s resorted to . . . more extreme means to allow them growth.

eren can no longer wear shoes with how much his legs have grown to resemble a reptile’s, but he still pads toward the bath with a hand against the wall. for balance, to keep talons from snapping against tiled floors. with his hold off, and gently reaching for the water’s knob, he turns it enough for the water to cascade in small streams. sound. bubbling. anything to obscure his words when he finally speaks up, low and nearly a cautious hush beside her: ]

. . . They think you’re dangerous. [ if the parliament back in aefenglom has shown him as much, it wouldn’t be any different here. scales could mean anything, dragon, fae, merrow—

though their bird, whoever it was. might’ve mentioned fire. ] What happened?

[freeing]

[ It was different when they were in the dream. She felt as a visitor – knowing she would wake up, even if it pained her to deal with the longevity of it all. Here, she is very much awake and feels more regret. As if bringing herself here only sped up the changes to her body.

The sound outside of her window doesn't stir her from her position. She sits bare, unafraid of who would glance upon her. The door had been locked and the only entry was for those she encouraged to find her.

Their eyes meet through the steam, a slight acknowledging nod to him. Even with him here, she remains distant. She fears Jorah and even Lloyd would feel it now – the pain of her scales and the anger she brought forth earlier.

The stream of water returns once more and she looks up, arms resting on the rim of the tub as she buries her cheek to her forearm. ]

They're smart to. [ Daenerys wanted to burn the entire building down – the anger engulfing her more than she'd like. She cared not of their allies, of the other mirrorbound. Being trapped and questioned... it broke her eventually, even if they were "pleasant". They spoke to her like a curious child breaking curfew. ] I was attempting to find more about this Morgana woman. I did so without much discretion, I suppose. They... questioned me for a few hours.

[ Her eyes don't look to him, staring off through their corners to the ripples of water. ]

No animosity, simply wanting to understand me. To know where I came from, why I wanted to involve myself. I do not much like discussing the past.

[ If I look back, I am lost. ]

Something changed inside of me.

percy

[freeing]

[ The boat rocks uneasy, moving in a different way than the churning in her stomach. She had felt odd since they left, felt as if she was losing more of herself scale by scale. Bonded and secured, she fears they will not feel what she does – mainly due to being unable to find an answer for why now of all times.

Each hour that passes allows her to withdraw a bit more. There were people that recognized her for speaking up in the dignitary meeting, for being honest and gentle-hearted. She cares not to talk about that, she simply wants to see what awaits for them once their ship docks. Finally able to take her leave, she absconds away to the stern-side of the ship.

Dany watches the ripples of white leave the surface of the ship as it sales, lost in her own memories of crossing the Narrow Sea. Of course, she did not deal with itchy scales tucked away under cotton and silk, but she dealt with the same uncertainty.

It was almost funny to her how she ends up here, lost in thought and feeling like a little girl playing war games. ]

[gunsmithed]

[ It's not that long ago, in the scheme of things, that Percy was last on a ship like this. He'd even enjoyed it, at the time, even of the outcome of that trip had left something to be desired. But that's the one benefit to having the worst possible ending to something, it would be extremely difficult for their current adventure to go quite as badly.

Which has not stopped him from pacing the deck restlessly at every available opportunity. Luckily, Percy has an easy excuse for it, in the shape of the massive rifle he carries. He's an obvious choice to keep a lookout for the occasional sea monster, and he does spend the majority of his time keeping an eye out on the water.

But it's not enough to completely distract him. And when he glances over to find someone else staring off into the waves, he can feel a small smile pull at one corner of his mouth. ]

Feeling alright?

[ He calls over from where he's leaned against the side of the ship, rifle propped up next to him. ]

[freeing]

[ Sea monsters were as much legend as dragons were. She has right to be wary of them, when she hears how the captain had warned the passengers of any possible issues. Of course, such a thing was not as feverish as a giant kraken or a city-burning dragon.

She's to herself, watching the waves bellow outwards behind them — until Percy speaks up. Her gaze falls to him, a somewhat familiar face that earns a quick nod. ]

It's almost hypnotizing. I've never been aboard a ship that traveled this fast. Even the fastest in Essos didn't slice through the water like this. [ She's exaggerating, surely, but it still feels different. This world always will. ] Are you prepared for the next part of this journey — for when we dock?

towa

[freeing]

[ At first, she thought there was a chance to make this simple. Days pass and she feels a cage wrapping around her tighter than she'd like. Eyes watching, whispers – she begins to paint a narrative in her head that makes her nervous. Makes her feel like a target. With her status as a monster exposed, not a witch with a sharp tongue, she has less sway in conversations in the Coven and now? A personal guard.

The mage follows her along, stays watch outside her door and ensures she sees only the things the Coven wants her to see.

The marketplace was no different. When she patiently tries to find the auction house relocated, she is nudged instead towards the latest clothing store. Daenerys weighs risking the others, risking bringing war to this city despite how fiery her words had been.

A pack of drunkards leave a nearby bar when Dany and her escort move towards said clothing store at the end of the alley. It seems there was some ruckus caused by the drunkards, someone pissing on the street or perhaps insulting one's mother. There's enough of a distract for Dany to slip away, to run through cobblestone alleys and lose her breath.

Running as fast as her feet can take her, she reaches the end: a small bridge overlooking the walkways below. With a careful lean, she hears someone calling her name and so – she jumps. About a story down, she tumbles into crates of wool.

She needs to find the resistance, but leave it to them to be... hard to find. Daenerys begins to crawl out, nursing the dip in her back tenderly with a groan. ]

[overworker]

[The streets were near empty here; but for a few who wandered aimlessly almost like they didn't have anywhere to go. Visibility isn't such an issue. Most of the spaces here seem to be slated for storage. There are a few businesses, but not like the ones above. These seem thoroughly cloaked as the kind of place people went to lose themselves. There aren't as many guards, although they're still present on main street. The side street that Daenerys landed in however, at least seems to be clear.

All but for the young girl with sienna hair blinking in surprise at the arrival of a familiar face all of a sudden.]

H-hold on, let me help you...

[Towa reaches up to offer a hand to the other woman. She has a bad feeling about this, so she mutters a quick spell under her breath; weaving a gentle illusion over the two of them, cloaking them from the eyes of anyone who might come looking. Lowering her voice so it stays between the two of them, she offers the other girl a wry smile.]

Don't worry, they can't see you right now. But we probably shouldn't stay here. I don't think they're going to give up so easily. We can somewhere a bit more quiet and talk. There's a bar near here-- the Resistance has some connections there.

[freeing]

[ She feels as if the wind had been knocked out of her lungs. Blood pounds at the back of her ears and her heart tries to play catch-up. A few words catch her attention and – thankfully, it wasn't a guard or Coven official chasing her down. She takes Towa's hand, tight to hoist herself upwards and back to her feet while the illusion spell is cast. ]

Thank you. We must hurry. I ran – [ Out of breath, Dany looks defensively back where she came from. ] – as fast as my feet could carry me but I do not know if they are able to track me.

Please, I do not wish to be watched again. Take me there.

hi

[heartsbane]

[ it is nearing the end of the month. a long month in a foreign world, away from one's foreign home city and hidden away inside an even more foreign city that appears to hate foreigners more than anything else. Jorah has long since grown used to the idea of changing locales. he has had backdrops of various climates, lands and conditions of both the wealthy and the poor surrounding him over the years, so nothing in particular bothers him.

what bothers him the most is being away from his Queen for so long. he has volunteered to commit himself to the cause, to operate in the shadows in the place of those that would normally do such a thing for Daenerys. contact between them has been sparse to ensure the safety of one another. an emissary does not need to be caught speaking to someone from Aefenglom that was not to be there, and Jorah didn't need to risk finding out what Dorchacht's Coven may do to those trespassing.

he has done good to keep away from her for as long as he has, but it isn't possible for him to remain this way forever. the burning at the back of his neck and chest, the anxiety and insecurity of dealing with one's body changing, the anger bottling up inside of him... these are all foreign feelings that have done more than enough to set him at unease. —okay, sure, he has certainly dealt with his body changing in the past, but this is different. he knows it isn't coming from him.

that bond he and Daenerys haphazardly formed... there was no doubt in his mind that it was the cause of it all. he knew there was to be risks when he agreed, but who was he to reject such an offer from his Khaleesi? for two Monsters to be united like this, with no Witch to keep them tethered — they have to be prepared for any and everything.

so, here they are. Jorah knows where Dany is at thanks to this same bond that is causing so many problems internally, and he has decided to keep an eye on her from the distance. she didn't need to know he was close by, but maybe she felt it. maybe it provided her comfort as she was being escorted throughout the city with her own personal guard. talk about a jealous Bear. regardless, the man is clothed in a hood and robe to ensure he would garner no attention, especially as a commotion began to build in the area of the pavilion that lead to where the auctions were.

uh oh. is that a riot that's about to happen? maybe. maybe Jorah knew it was coming, thanks to recent interactions with the Resistance. hopefully Dany doesn't do anything foolish before he has his chance to strike the unsuspecting fool following her around. ]

:*

[freeing]

[ It... had been an interesting time. Where she once thrived – speaking confidently and maintaining her own emotions in favor of helping others, Daenerys now is left picking up the pieces. She acted too hastily. Risked their mission in her pursuit of knowledge. Her guard had never laid a hand on her, offering company when she did not want it – when all she feels is anger and sadness at her actions and that of the Coven.

She feels Jorah's feelings too – the pangs of loneliness, of longing. It's a fresh wound, one that hits her in the middle of her sleep and keeps her up at night. Makes her uneasy as if she was unfulfilled. It feels unlike anything she'd ever have before – as if feeling like part of oneself was gone. Dany had felt this when Drogo died, but... there was a drained pessimism that feels so foreign in her heart. It was hard to tell who was the one feeling such a thing – her or Jorah.

A long night turned into a long day. Her small dignitary group was to venture out to the walls of the city to explore the durability, the magical advances this city has made over Aefenglom. Among the midst of it, a few dignitaries go ahead with their Coven guides who were far looser than the man who stays 5 steps behind Dany at all times.

The sound of shouting catches her attention and her feet lead her towards a source – towards a weaving pathway alley leading towards...? Who knew.

The crowds seem to be moving on every which way – some calling for guards and some calling out in the name of Dorcharcht. She gives a pointed look – ]

Are you going to see what that is? [ People needed the Coven, didn't they? The guard is unflinching. ] Those are your people!

[heartsbane]

[ Daenerys acting too hastily? we haven't heard that before. no, no, noooo. it's kind of why they were both in the same city, yet more far apart than they had been since arriving in Aefenglom. her rush to sending herself as an emissary without even asking for his council has seen its fair share of arguments, so Jorah wouldn't dare revisit or consider slipping in an "I told you so" somewhere. he opts to show his concern in more helpful forms, like subtly following her in an innocent, totally-not-a-stalker kind of way!

he hasn't thought much of what Dany has had to contend with in regards to her sharing his thoughts and emotions. if he knew what kind of can of worms that would open up, he would have never dared to agree doing such a thing. providing her with more of an emotional burden is something he would dread, let alone whatever it may do to certain conflicts going on inside of her.

that's all to worry about later. for now, Jorah focuses on the present. things begin picking up in the nearby distance, and while he had planned to expect it, he still knows that this city's resistance are dangerous folk. they have an agenda in mind, but just like the Dothraki, they could easily cause harm to someone innocent without meaning to. he wishes to keep Daenerys away from the conflict soon to appear, simultaneously hoping to use the distraction to pull her from her guard so he could, ahem. have her to himself for a little while.

as she approaches the puzzle of pathways branching off from one another secluded from the rest of the pavilion and looks to her guard, she will notice the familiar hooded figure appear from outside her peripheral. it all happens so quickly. the hilt of Jorah's blade is brought down hard on the temple of the guard's head, ensuring that it is a quick but solid knockout. he isn't a brutal man, either, grabbing the passed out bastard from under the arms and lying him against the gravel wall gently.

without saying anything, he moves forward to grab Dany by her wrist. maybe she knows who it is already, or perhaps she's scared it's someone aiming for her life. regardless, he doesn't stop moving until he takes them a small distance away, only stopping when he hears a group of guards stomping down from the opposite direction. it's rougher than he would like to admit, but his Khaleesi is pushed up into the wall with his frame towering over her, hoping his robes would do well to hide her rather prolific braids of platinum blonde. ]

Remain quiet, my Queen. For just a few moments.