𝐒𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐍 ( 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬. )

chapter fifteen.

( ACT II; the age of the dragon. )
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chapter 15: dohaeris, haelyx.

THE princess of House Targaryen gazed over the city of Mereen from its Great Pyramid with reserved indifference. The evening had fallen, and a beautiful sunset cast crossed the sky. The uprising that Vaegon had hoped to spring forth with Grey Worm's efforts to convince the slaves to take up arms themselves was a resounding success. Yet, now that they had taken residence inside the pyramid, assumed control over the city's inhabitants, and enacted the desired revenge of crucifying the 'wise masters' in the same way the slave children had been upon their arrival to the close proximity of the city, she felt hollow.

The slaves seemed to number three times that of Yunkai, with the enthusiasm to be liberated audible all over the city. Maureen was the largest of the cities they knew, but most of the people who had witnessed them enter through its gates and journey toward the base of the pyramid where they made their ascent were those who had participated in the uprising. The slave masters that had survived were handed over to the Unsullied to face their judgment.

They may have freed the slaves of Mereen, securing the last of the Slaver cities she'd been so passionate about liberating, but Daenerys was consumed with deep-rooted guilt. Because of her negligent, unhinged reaction to the lie Daario had spun to bring him closer to her bedside, Vaegon was in his chambers somewhere in the pyramid, receiving the healing he'd needed after she'd assaulted him.

Even as she watched their dragons gracefully coast over the city, Dany couldn't ignore the damage she'd caused him. She'd been left unscathed, the fire a warm and comforting presence on her flesh. Vaegon had been left with seared palms and two deep wounds in his abdomen. He was weakened by the wounds, a fever mercilessly taking him into a deep, sweaty sleep. She cursed herself anytime she thought of it. She tried to think of how she would ask for his forgiveness and make things right.

Her guilt didn't stop at merely her brother, but the Stark woman she'd also unleashed her fury on. Dany hated it, considering what she might have done to her had Vaegon not tried to stand between them. The woman had done nothing wrong. And Daenerys had been ready to unleash her unbridled rage on her for merely speaking with Vaegon privately.

She needed to find a sense of control within herself. Her realization that he had grown feelings toward the Stark woman hadn't been easy to swallow, but it gave no just excuse for her to do what she'd done. Now, she had to step forward in Vaegon's position as her duty as princess while he recovered from his injuries. Caused by her.

At the sound of shuffling within the common chambers within the doorway, Daenerys turned at the presence of someone making their way onto the balcony. Much to her surprise, Raina Stark locked her dark eyes with the princess, a sudden wave of fear flashing on her features.

"I'm sorry, princess, I was merely seeking out Ser Barristan—" she was quick with her vehement apology, but Daenerys stopped her.

As if dealing with an injured animal, she made her movements slow and gentle so as not to cause further harm. "Please, come visit with me," the princess murmured. She was terrified of scaring the woman anymore, and shame enveloped her entirely.