Because the dawn right before the sun rises is the darkest
Even in the far future, never forget the you of right
now
Wherever you are right now, you're just taking a
break
♤
Lenora Baratheon was never in control of any aspect of her life. Her mothe...
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"Baratheon? Who of house Baratheon remains alive?" Daenerys questioned Tyrion as they marched to the throne room.
She had sent Missandrei with Grey Worm and dozens of unsullied to meet their guests the second they land and bring them here. Leaving Tyrion only moments to explain what he could.
"Possibly three members." He breathed heavily as they finally stopped their semi run to the throne room. "Either Renly Baratheon never actually was murdered and has been buffing up an Army larger than ours.
Stannis fled from his defeat in winterfell to the wall to recruit Jon Snow. Together they recovered the North from the Boltons and now together they will claim the throne from the Lannisters. Or..." he shook his head.
"Or what, Tyrion? We do not have time for your dramatic pauses and mysterious quietness."
Tyrion rolled his eyes. "Or, Lenora some how is alive and somehow managed to pull this army out of her arse. Which is highly unlikely in many ways." Tyrion turned to the door as he heard footsteps.
How did they march all the way up those damn stairs that quickly. Daenerys gave Tyrion a look and sat down on her temporary throne.
The doors opened and Grey Worm and Missandrei entered first. They made their way closer to Daenerys as a woman in the most luxurious armor stepped inside.
Hanuel held her head up as she held eye contact with Daenerys. "You are in the presence of the true Queen of Westeros. Princess of Stormsend. Queen of the Andals and the First Men. Protector of the Seven Kingdoms. The Blood Queen who defeated the God Zaz'gon. Lenora Baratheon."
Lenora walked in, left hand folded over her right. Tyrion gasped when she entered. He truly didn't believe she was alive. He didn't know what to do. Should he be glad to see her? Is she going to murder him for marrying her best friend?
Possibly.
"Daenerys Stromborn of House Targaryen." Lenora broke the silence with her deep voice. "Its a true honor to finally meet you, my lady."
Daenerys smiled politely. "It is your Grace." She corrected.
Lenora tilted her head. "Yes, my apologies. I'm very honored to meet the queen of slavers Bay."
Tyrion stiffened beside Daenerys. He had to interject. "Dear niece, it is not longer going by that na-"
"Was she speaking to you?" Hanuel interrupted him. He slowly gazed over to her with a blank expression.
