Dany will take what is hers with FIRE and BLOOD (![]() ![]() @ 2013-08-10 13:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | daenerys targaryen (fierydany), day 18, jon snow (stark_snow) |
WHO: Daenerys Targaryen and Jon Snow
WHAT: Dany tries to join the party but is almost immediately distressed at seeing Jaime. She forces herself outside where Jon introduces her to Ghost!
WHERE: Outside by the Tavern
WHEN: Day-18 Toward the tail end of the party at night
WARNINGS: None yet
STATUS: Incomplete
"I am the Blood of the Dragon," Khaleessi whispered so low that she could hardly even hear herself. "I am the Blood of the Dragon." The atmosphere inside the Tavern that night was festive and bright. Dany thought it a bit dull when compared to the only real party she had ever attended, her wedding, wherein several people were killed in her honor. There was joy in the faces of those she glimpsed, but no joy spread across her own cheeks that night. Her dragons were out hunting, lucky for everyone, and Dany was here alone observing and waiting. She would have loved to have partaken in the festivities, but something held her back.
Her purple eyes narrowed significantly when she caught sight of that something, sauntering about as if he owned the place. Or he looked to be sauntering anyway in Dany's biased opinion. Jaime Lannister. The name brought a snarl out of Danny. The Kingslayer. She had often heard stories about him, about how he had slayed the Mad King. Everyone always went about uttering his famous name. Kingslayer. Kingslayer. Kingslayer. No one even asked Dany how she felt about it, especially since the slain King in question had been her father. No one even realized that it might have been difficult for her to hear the stories of the treacheries of old. They just went right along telling them, hardening her, making her stronger and braver and wiser.
A dull rage began to boil in the pit of her stomach, the same sort of rage that had forced her into sobs earlier in the day when she had been given the news that Jaime Lannister was here as well. How could she face him? How could she deal with the man who had destroyed the very essence of her heritage? How could she keep herself from cooking in him a stew of dragon flames? The rage had seeped into the back of her throat, nearly cutting off her air supply. If she would have suspected that her eyes were turning from purple to red just thinking about the traitor, she would have likely left the party at once. Instead, she allowed the rage to consume her fully before bolting out the back door like a bat out of hell.
"I am the Blood of the Dragon," she hissed in frustration, and it sounded like the roar of a dragon on her lips. But the rage had quickly turned into despair, and the roar was lost to the sounds of the natural world around her, and once again, she was overcome with an overwhelming desire to weep for a father she had never met.