the heir - daenerys targaryen

ix

As they waited for the men to return, Daenerys attempted to distract herself by asking questions while Bracken talked Ser Barristan's ear off in the corner. "How did you even find us?" She asks, referring to her and Viserys. Silently, Carra nods to Bracken.

"She's a tracker. Damn good at it, too. I contacted Illyrio and made the match before I even met you." She says, clenching her jaw. "I regret it now."

"Why?"

"Maybe, if you'd never met me-" Daenerys places her hands on Carra's larger ones. "I wouldn't have had it any other way. Without this match, I would have to deal with him for the rest of my life. He probably would've forced me to marry someone worse, someone, who wouldn't care about me." 

Carra smiles to herself and connects their hands. "If I were a man and legitimate, not a bastard, I would have volunteered myself." She says, still smiling, but Daenerys looks at her in shock. "What is a bastard?" Missandei asks, making Carra look over at her and hum in question.

"A bastard."

"Oh. Uh, a bastard is born when two people have them out of wedlock."

"But why call them a bastard?" Carra sighs and shrugs. "I wish I knew." She says, and Daenerys hasn't stopped looking at her, but she doesn't notice as she watches Missandei hum. "Where I come from, parentage does not matter much." The blonde huffs when she notices Carra's interested stare.

"You're from Naath, right?" Missandei nods. "I've been there, bit by a snake." The woman's eyes widen as she steps forward. "How are you alive?"

"Oh, that was my doing! Thankfully, I was there to save the day." Bracken yells, shifting Daenerys' focus. "I should kill you," Carra mutters.

"But you wouldn't. Plus, Missandei is my new friend. I think she likes me." The woman in question smiles at Bracken's boisterous nature. "I should've let it bite you."

A few more hours pass and Carra picks on the shedding skin of her calloused hands as she feels Daenerys' nerves from beside her. "We've been waiting a long time." Missandei approaches with food, but Daenerys ignores it and walks over to Barristan. "Haven't we?" She asks, causing him to shrug.

"I don't know, you tell me. How long does it take to sack a city?" As soon as she speaks, Jorah and Grey Worm enter the tent.  "It was just as you said," Jorah speaks up. "They did not believe until it was too late. Their slave soldiers threw down their spears and surrendered." He informs with a smile.

"And Daario Naharis?" Daenerys asks, and Carra approaches when she notices the man's smile fall. Daario walks past Jorah, kneeling in front of Daenerys, and adjusts a cloth on his leg. "The city is yours, my queen." Daenerys smiles and spares a glance at Carra behind her. The woman sighs while glaring at Daario before suddenly walking out of the tent while patting Jorah on his shoulder.

The man's eyes follow her, and he looks back at Daenerys, noticing her smile has also fallen. "You all did well." She mutters and Jorah nods. "Thank you, Your Grace." 

Carra sits on her bed when she hears the gravel crunch under someone's feet. She looks at Daenerys, who walks in slowly and closes the tent behind her. "Hello, Daenerys." She smiles under the candlelight as the blonde nervously fidgets with her hands as she walks in front of Carra.

"What was that?" Carra frowns. "What was what?" She's fixed with a glare. "Answer me."

"I assume that's not a suggestion." Daenerys rolls her eyes and sighs, deciding to let what happened earlier go. "Carra?" The woman hums in question. "I want to ask you a question and be honest because everyone else takes their loyalty seriously."