When The Wolf Meets The Dragon

Chapter Seven

"No," Daenerys says firmly. She cannot risk not one but two murderers roaming her kingdom. The Lords of Westeros would not be pleased and that's the last thing she wants. She cannot reunite a broken land if they don't trust her. "Your request is denied."

"Oh, I'm not asking..." Klaus says, his face turning more sinister by the second. His veins look near like they're popping out of his skin.

Tyrion approaches the Queen. "Your Grace," he says in a hushed voice that the naked ear couldn't hear, "I believe they have a right to demand a trial by combat." Klaus smiles at that.

"I cannot let two murderers walk free," she replies, her mindset.

"Who said they would win? Send your best fighters. You have Unsullied, Dothraki, and Westerosi fighters at your will," Tyrion reasons. "They won't survive."

Daenerys recalls the time she executed a former slave for killing his master. The slave master was going to be put on a fair trial but the former slave denied him of that. After the execution, things changed. The entire city of Meereen went silent. She wasn't their "Mhysa" anymore, she was their queen. Sometimes queens must choose between justice and the representation of everyone.

"Very well," the queen says reluctantly. She looks down at Klaus and Elijah. "You will have three hours to prepare. My decision is final." With that, she gets up, dismissing the room. The two criminals are lead outside and back to the dungeon, this time where Viserys will be guarding them.

Daenerys strides into the small council chamber and awaits her council. They arrive and she gets right to business.

"The Lords will not be happy about this," she starts. "This is a sign of weakness. They won't follow me if they think I will just give into usurpers."

"This isn't the Dothraki, Khaleesi," Ser Jorah says. "They will follow you because you are their queen. You have the title."

"They haven't bent the knee. A title means nothing if I cannot fulfill its duties of protecting my people."

Glimpses of Jon Snow flash in her head. She remembers his charming Northern accent. The way he leads his people. With honor and duty. She's faced with a similar decision of choosing the realm or someone else. She must fight for the realm or his death will not have been worth it.

"They want me dead. Klaus and Elijah want the throne..."

Grey Worm steps up. "Let me fight for you. Let me kill those men."

Daenerys looks at Grey Worm in a caring manner. She thinks for a moment. "No," she says.

He sits back down, his face still straight. Although it can easily be told that he's upset.

She tries to think of all the possibilities and all her options. She could send her most talented swordsmen, Jorah and Grey Worm. They have the best chance of winning. But they could die. What would Jon Snow do? He is the most honorable man she knew. He would know... he wouldn't have agreed to the duel in the first place, would he?

The queen steps away. She walks toward a balcony and looks over at her kingdom. King's Landing, so complicated yet so peaceful at the right times. Everything is stable. The people have no idea what danger their in or what threat is up North, at least, they don't believe it. Such simple lives...

Missandei approaches her, she must've followed her. Daenerys doesn't mind. Missandei has always been her trusted friend. She knows they would both do anything for each other.

"Your Grace," she starts, "may I ask you a question?"

"What is it?"

"Do you believe in Grey Worm?"