The Stranger had visited Leanne Dayne as a child, and he had vowed to her that he would visit her again, when she was just as powerless as she was in that moment. He warned her that he would always visit her, in every stage of her life and that she...
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The wedding came much faster than Dany and Leanne, so much so that it came as a shock to Viserys when his wife became irritable and snapped at him whenever he approached her for anything.
It would seem, to everyone that lived in Illyrio's home, that Leanne had grown a backbone, or perhaps that is what they wanted to happen, but in reality, Leanne was stressed with worry about Dany's wedding day.
More so than she had been when she married Viserys, she'd been running around making sure that Dany had a modest dress to wear, which with the help of Magister Illyrio was able to happen, a gentle red and black coloured loose dress that represented the House Targaryen.
Leanne had also decided, with a heavy heart, to teach Dany of the events that went down between a bride and groom on the night of their wedding, not wanting her to be as clueless and caught off guard as she'd been when she got married. She hadn't gotten into detail but at the same time, she told Daenerys that anything could happen.
The reaction had been extremely funny, for Leanne at least as she knew the events, the scrunching of Dany's face and the wrapping her arms around her body as if to protect herself from anything that might attempt to hurt her while having this look of disbelief on her face.
"I am being completely earnest with you." Leanne laughed, pushing a bit of Dany's hair out of her face and smiling at the young bride before her, Dany still couldn't believe her, it seemed impossible what her sister-by-law was telling her. She couldn't fathom such things happening even in her wildest dreams but a small part of her wondered if that is how Leanne came to be with her bruises and bitemarks.
"Does-" Dany hesitated, pursing her lips momentarily as she looked at her sister, "Does it hurt?"
Leanne could only look at the young bride with the most gentle look on her face, not wanting to lie to her and not wanting her to get the wrong image about something so intimate. "It might, I've heard that for some women there is mere discomfort but for others there is pain, especially if their lovers or partners are not gentle."
Dany's violet eyes looked at Leanne's figure, like a small child looking at their mother.
"Your husband-to-be might not be gentle Dany, but should you prepare yourself mentally first about it, you can distract yourself from the pain." Leanne whispered gently, almost afraid to advise her sister.
