Game Of Thrones (Reader Insert One-shots)

Daenerys Targaryen

Being Magister Illyrio's servant was not the best thing in the world; still it could have been worse. Your father had to sell you to him when you were of young age, because he was in Illyrio's debts. You couldn't remember neither him nor your mother, only your tears and her wails of agony when two sellswords dragged you away. You were raised to be an obedient servant in his huge house in Pentos and that made you one of his most valuable slave (Illyrio liked to call you and the others servants instead of that 'horrid word'). However, you did not complain, mostly because you were taught not to and because you knew better than to disobey any of the overseers - a whipped slave's value is less. And you meant to be the best.

No sooner did you think your life had already reached its apex than Illyrio told you that you would be given to the Targaryen Princess as a wedding gift. You knew well that meant leaving the comfortable life in Pentos behind and riding with those savages (the Dothraki) for gods know where. You had scarcely met Daenerys - or to be more precise, glanced at her once - before you were dragged away by an overseer. Now you knew that the reason behind it was that you were meant to be gifted to her. "I've raised and taught you to be the perfect gift for the Princess." said Mopatis when the told you the news and rested his hands on his round belly. "I have expected the day Daenerys would marry. Do you even know how long it took me to find the befitting girl and present for that task?" When you asked him what the present would be, he slapped your face lightly and told you that a good servant did not ask questions (later you found out those were tge dragon eggs the Khaleesi cherished).

...

The Khaleesi had asked you to join her in her tent and you were on your way when a Dothraki man stopped you. You did not understand the rough language of the Dothraki yet so you just tried to avoid him. Though you were not lucky at all, because the warrior spoke to you in the common tongue with hard accent. "Don't run from me, bitch."

You panicked and looked around but no one thought it strange and they all continued to tend to their horses and tents. It wasn't uncommon for the Dothraki to rape their slaves and this man was just about to do that to you.

"No..." you begged him and backed away. "Please don't.. The Khaleesi needs me."

"She can have you after I had you."

You shook your head and fought back your tears as the man came closer and closer." T-the Khaleesi.. S-she..."

The savage man grabbed your throat and growled at you. "Stop mewling or I'll make you kiss my arakh after I'm finished with you." He drew his sharp curved blade and held it in front of your face. "A scar would make that pretty face of yours turn ugly in a split second."

"Enough!" came a small but firm voice from behind him. "She's mine. Leave her alone. I command you as your Khaleesi."

There stood Daenerys, garbed in riding clothes made of leather, her silver hair hanging down her back in braids. The warrior pushed you away roughly, glared at the Khaleesi before striding off without another word. You fell on your knees and bit back a whimper before thanking your Queen for saving you. Dany just smiled and helped you up. "Come, my sweet (Y/n)."

...

You had spent the last couple of hours in the Queen's tent singing to her, brushing and braiding her hair and telling her the queer stories of the East. She enjoyed your company most out of all her maids.

Right now Dany was observing her newly braided hair and laughed at her reflection. "(Y/n), is it true that the ladies wear their hair like this in Braavos?"

You smiled at her - because you loved every single moment of pleasing your Queen - and nodded. "Yes, your Grace. Though none of the Braavosi women have such fine hair like yours."

She peered at your face in the mirror and smiled gently. "Undo it, if you will."

"Yes, Khaleesi." Your fingers worked smoothly and effectively as you gently undid the braid and brushed her hair out. When you where finished, she got up from the chair and sat down on some cushions. "Come," she bade you to join her.

"(Y/n)... You're free."

Being a slave all your life, you had never expected this to happen in your life. Still, whether you wanted it or not, you had been offered freedom. You were not far from Pentos, maybe two days ride. You could start your own life, do the things you always wanted to do, be the person you really were, not some common slave. Yet you found yourself gaping and not being able compose a simple sentence.

"I understand it is hard." Daenerys continued. "But I simply can't ask you to do this. You have a choice. Do you want to be free?"

You gulped. "Yes, Khaleesi. I want to be free."

Daenerys stood up and you stayed kneeling in front of her. "Then rise a free woman, (Y/n)."

However, you didn't move. You still knelt and stared at her with your (eye/color) eyes wide open. The Khaleesi was puzzled and she thought you hadn't understand her words. "I said rise and go. You are free, you need not serve me anymore."

"Khaleesi, I kneel in front of you as a free woman. And this free woman begs to serve you and follow you wherever you go. I wish to serve you from this day until my last day." you replied, surprising Daenerys and yourself as well.

"Very well. Your loyalty will not be forgotten. When my brother shall take back Westeros, you'll be made a lady with title and lands. Mark my words." Dany said and knelt down, mirroring you. She took your face in her hands and leaned in to give you a soft kiss on your lips. "I still remember my wedding when you came forth, carrying the dragon eggs and laying them at my feet. You turned out to be just as precious as them."

~Author's note~

I want to thank @wildkat2019 for her awesome ideas and support! ❤

I'm sorry of some of you were not comfortable with this chapter.

Let me know if you have any ideas or requests. :3

Vote and comment! ❤