the heir - daenerys targaryen

x

"He's not that bad," Bracken says, practicing her sword work. "I don't think he's bad. He's just-"

"You wish he would leave Daenerys alone."

"Yes! You understand."

"I do. You should stop being a pussy, and tell the man yourself." Carra's smile falls, and Bracken laughs as she looks over the taller woman's shoulder. "Speak of the devil." She mutters, and Carra frowns before turning around.

She has to suppress an eye roll when she sees Daario approaching. "Good evening, ladies." He calls out when he's closer. Carra nods at him, making Bracken snort. "Hello, Daario." He walks forward with his hand on his belt and stands in front of Carra. "I'm inviting you to join Grey Worm and me."

"What are you doing?" Carra asks, and Daario looks at her with a smile. "Gambling."

"I'm in," Bracken says with a smile, and Daario chuckles when she grabs her sword and walks away. Carra rolls her eyes and looks at Daario with a frown. "Why are you gambling?"

"To determine who will ride with the Khaleesi on the road to Meereen." He says, making her squint. "And what makes you think that will be you?" The man chuckles and adjusts his hands on his belt.

"If you wish to join, you're welcome." He says, walking away without letting her utter a word.

She doesn't join them, instead deciding to finish bringing down her tent. "We don't leave until tomorrow, Ser Carra." A soft voice calls and Carra turns to smile at Missandei.

"Hello, Missandei." The girl mutters a greeting, and Carra sets her armor on her bed. "Did Her Grace send you?" She receives a nod in response.

"She just wanted me to invite you to her tent." She explains, making the taller girl nod. "Thank you." She stands and walks out with the woman.

Missandei leads her to Daenerys' tent and ushers her in. "Your Grace." She announces, making Daenerys look over to where Carra is standing. She smiles and nods at Missandei, who nods back before leaving the two.

"Hello, Carra." Carra bows. "My Queen." The blonde smiles and walks over, grabbing Carra's hands. "Do you remember when I asked how many battles you'd won?" The taller woman nods. "When I asked that, I considered telling Drogo to let you lead the army to Westeros." The brunette scoffs and shakes her head.

"I'm no leader."

"Well, I still want you to lead my Queensguard."

"I feel as though this decision may be biased. Ser Barristan and Ser Jorah have fought twice as many battles as I. And they do not cower from death. They do not toss their guts looking at a man's head melting. I may have strength, but I am weaker." Daenerys' hand finds her face.

"You are not weak." Carra tries to convince herself otherwise, but she still hears short men telling her how bad she is and how weak she is to spare lives. "I cannot lead, Your Grace."

"I trust you."

"It is your infatuation that clouds your judgment." The blonde scoffs, removing her hand. "Infatuation? Carra, I have dreamt of you for years. I prayed for a knight in shining armor, and here you were."

"A dream is a dream. No knight in shining armor has a back that looks like scratched leather." Carra says with a smirk, making Daenerys sigh. "Please, drop it." The woman kisses the blonde's palm, making her sigh again. "I will drop it for now."

As Daenerys places her arm by her side, Jorah steps into the tent. "Your Grace." He greets, bowing toward the queen, and he looks at Carra. "Ser Carra." Carra nods at him. "I'll see you in the morrow. I need to rest." She says, looking at the queen, who nods.