Danielle Drake ♨ Daenerys Targaryen (bendtheknee) wrote in dunhavenic, @ 2018-08-26 13:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | !narrative, * terri, c: danielle drake |
WHO: Danielle Drake --> Daenerys Targaryen
WHEN: August 26th, morning
WHERE: Her apartment
SUMMARY: Daenerys makes a difficult decision about her dragons.
WARNINGS: Just sadness and mentions of death.
She had not taken part in the preparations. A sheep had been slain in the most humane way possible, and chains had been fashioned, bolted to the floor and attached with thick collars. There were only two of them. Two chains. Two collars. Two pieces of her heart that she may never get back. The third was nowhere to be found, but before any more damage could be wrought, she had to take action. The city and its people were her responsibility, and the dragons were her children so their actions fell to her as well. Others may have seen them as beasts, but she never had. Not even now. Though she could not shake the horror of seeing the charred bones of that child wrapped up in cloth, her dragons were not monsters to her. They were predators. Fierce and beautiful and...yes, dangerous. She could not allow them to burn more innocent children alive, but that meant she would have to find a way to better control them. It had been easier when they were smaller. They had listened better and were always gravitating towards her. Now that they were older, seeking further independence, it was more difficult to keep their actions in check. They did not know the laws of men, nor would they ever care and abide by them. Sheep and goats were food, free for the taking from any flock. She would not allow more children to be amongst that number of charred remains. They entered the catacombs with all the trust of children in the presence of their mother. Lured by the scent of food, it was easy to distract them. Her descent into the tomb was solemn, and as her sandaled feet touched water at the bottom of the cavern, her hands started to shake. It wasn’t from a chill, but the regret that she held close to her chest. Others may have seen this as a blessing, but to her it was a curse. Her children should not be contained, but she had run out of options. Could she continue to call herself the breaker of chains if she was the one now chaining her own children away? Even if it was for the safety of other people? It had become an awful necessity. She did not flinch as their tearing of the animal they were devouring. They paid her little mind as she approached. The collars were heavy...they had to be to contain the strength of a growing dragon. She lifted the first collar, muscles straining in her arms as she picked it up and snapped it around Viserion’s pale neck. The first tear slipped down over her cheeks as she stood from where she had crouched in the water. With purpose, she walked to the next collar and knelt down. She hesitated only a moment, a sob held back as she reached to the cool metal and dragged it across the floor towards Rhaegal. With effort, she lifted the second collar and closed it, the black iron a stark contrast to his green scales. She could not stay there. They would realize what she had done. What right did she have to still call herself their mother when they were now her prisoners? With a heavy heart, Daenerys walked towards the entrance of the catacombs, her sodden skirt clinging to her calves. Every step away was harder than the one before. She wanted to run back to them and remove their shackles, but it was for her people...and it was for her children, too. They were dragons. They were meant to be free, but she could not let them become the beasts that everyone saw them as. She could not let them go, and she could not be a queen of the people if she let them kill and maim. The moment that they noticed her leaving, she could hear the shift in their movements. The chains drug on the floor as they tried to follow her, and then the rattling sound of chainlinks having reached their end. They cried out to her, their voices tearing into her heart. It was a sound that would haunt her in weeks and months to come. Their calls to her were confused and betrayed, and she would have to live with that. She refused to let her feet falter on their path, but as she reached the front of the crypt, she looked back and she wished she hadn’t. Her cheeks were soaked with tears, and though her vision blurred, she could see them straining to get to her even as the soldiers rolled the stone door back into place and plummeted her dragons into darkness. It was the worst thing she’d ever endured. Heaviness settled onto Danielle’s chest, and she woke with tears dampening her face. Drogon had curled up right on her chest, his weight pressing in on her. Viserion had curled himself by her side, stretched out along her hip while Rheagal was curled next to her ear and purring so loudly, she could hear nothing else. “I’m sorry,” she whispered to them, her hands reaching out, seeking fur and warmth. Would Daenerys ever get to release her dragons? She supposed she could watch the show to find out, but she was trying not to binge her way through Daenerys’ whole life. At least, she thought, the worst thing she had to worry about with her cats was them ending the life of a mouse or a bird. It was a totally different scale than toddlers and full grown adults. Though it had been difficult and a sacrifice, Daenerys had done it for the sake of innocent lives, and for that, Danielle could respect her. She hoped for the sake of the young queen and her children that they would learn boundaries and be able to take to the skies once more. There was nothing more precious than freedom, and that was what Daenerys fought for...not just for her people, but for her dragons, too. |