the heir - daenerys targaryen

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Carra had begun to pack her things when she felt a presence from her tent. She doesn't turn around but slowly places her gloved hand on the hilt of her sword. "It's only me, Carra." The festivities had ended when Daenerys decided to leave to look for Carra.

Carra sighs and removes her hand as she turns around. "You don't have to leave."

"But I need to. I don't break oaths."

"You swore you'd stay."

"I said I'd try."

"And yet, you haven't." She moves closer to Carra, who stares down at her. "You didn't have a problem with it a few days ago, Daenerys."

"I lied." She smiles, cupping Carra's face. "I wish I could, but I owe this woman a lot. She saved me from a very deadly snake bite." Daenerys chuckles. "How am I not surprised?" The two fall silent and simply stare at one another. Carra wanted to stay as long as she could, but Viserys was dead now.

She had no reason to stay. No Dothraki army was going to Westeros to take the throne from the fat man, and Daenerys would have Jorah to protect her. If she made Bracken wait any longer, the woman would cause many problems Carra wished to avoid.

"You said you loved me." She states, making Daenerys nod. "And you love Drogo?" She nods again, and Carra hums. "Well, I'm sure you want me to stay, but I cannot watch you love another, as I love you very much and would fail to handle it."

"You love me?"

"Obviously." She smiles. "So, I'm going to leave before I do something I will regret." She moves to turn away, but Daenerys catches her face and kisses her on the corner of her mouth. "Come back to me, Carra."

"I will." After Daenerys left her tent in the middle of the night, the moon shone and provided her with light. It was around a moon or two into her travels. The lone ride to Slaver's Bay took quite a long.

Traveling alone is never good with nightmares, and it's worse when you're a woman. Along the way, she encountered men who would harass her, and one man even got to punch her.

Of course, she cut off his hand and slaughtered all the men in his house.

If Daenerys could see her now, she would think Carra had gone mad. Thankfully, she made it to Slaver's Bay before she became irate. For days, she crossed cities looking for Bracken.

Bracken Bourillion, what a cunt.

She wasn't hard to find because she was with someone of power or in a whorehouse. When she came across Yunkai, she found her easily. "Bracken!" She yelled as she walked through the brothel.

Enslaved people were having sex with men paying for them, and it wouldn't be hard to spot her. "Bracken!" She finds a private room in the back of the brothel where she finds the little blonde shit kissing a woman's shoulder.

She removes her lips from the woman and leans back with a proud smile. "That's my name, don't wear it out." She mutters something into the woman's ear and shoos her away.

Carra looks around at the other women in the room before looking at Bracken. "I'm here. What do you need from me?"

"You look like shit."

"Rough trip."

"I'm sure."

She notices Carra's tension and smirks. "When was the last time you touched a woman?" Carra frowns. "Three years, I think."

"Gods, we have to remedy that. Ladies!" The other women sitting on couches and chairs in the room stand. They line up before Carra, who stares at their naked bodies in awe.