the heir - daenerys targaryen

xii

"King Joffrey Baratheon is dead," Jorah announces, and Carra can't help looking at Bracken, who smirks back. "Murdered at his own wedding."

"And we have taken the Meereenese navy, Your Grace," Barristan announces, making her look at him with a frown. "The Second Sons took the Meereenese navy." Daario boasts. "Who told you to take the navy?" Daenerys asks with a hardened tone.

"No one." He says as he sits down and places some food in his mouth. "So why did you do it?"

"I heard you like ships." Bracken chuckles at his answer, and Daenerys shoots him a warning glance before turning away. "How many ships?" She asks curiously. "93, Your Grace." The more aged knight speaks.

"How many men can they carry?"

"9,300, not counting sailors." She looks at Jorah with an inquiring look. "Would that be enough to take King's Landing?" She asks. "The Lannisters have more." He answers.

"They've been fighting Joffrey's wars for years. They're tired, dispersed. 8,000 Unsullied, 2,000 Second Sons, sailing into Blackwater Bay and storming the gates without warning."

"That it is if their allies do not make it a fortress before we get there," Bracken speaks up, making everyone look at her, and Daenerys turns to Jorah with a raised eyebrow. He sighs and shrugs. "It's hard to say. It could be enough. But we're not fighting to make you queen of King's Landing. Ten thousand men can't conquer Westeros."

"The old houses will flock to our queen when she crosses the Narrow Sea."

"The old houses will flock to whichever side they think will win, as they always have." Jorah stands. "There's other news; from Yunkai. Without the Unsullied to enforce your rule, the Wise Masters have retaken control of the city. They reenslaved the freedmen that stayed behind and sworn to take revenge against you." She sighs and around, walking back to the open doors.

"And in Astapor, the council you installed to rule over the city has been overthrown by a butcher named Cleon, who's declared himself "His Imperial Majesty."." She lets out a sigh. "Leave me."

Everyone moves to leave, but Daenerys speaks up again. "Not you, Carra," Bracken smirks over at Carra as everyone leaves the room.

She doesn't turn around as Carra moves forward with her hands behind her back. "You haven't said a word since you came into this room." She mutters, making Carra frown. "And does that upset Her Grace?"

Daenerys turns around with a grave expression. "I long for your council."

"I am not nearly as knowledgeable as Ser Jorah or Barristan."

"And yet, you have been to places they haven't."

"What does this have to do with Slaver's Bay?" The blonde sighs and shakes her head. "My rule is not going as planned. How can anyone trust me to rule if I can't control three cities?"

"It may not be worth it." Daenerys shakes her head no and moves closer. "I cannot sail for Westeros."

"Then what will you do?"

"I will do what queens do. I will rule." Carra smiles, and Daenerys looks up as she approaches. "Well, when you are ready, know that Houses Blackfyre and Bourillion back your claim." The younger woman scoffs and ducks her head.

"Yes, the extinct house and the fishing port. Your support is very appreciated." She says with a chuckle, making Carra gasp. "I am offended for myself and Bracken."

"How many men did Bracken say her house holds?" Daenerys teases. "200." The blonde chuckles and places her head on Carra's chest when she moves closer.

"How will I get through this, Carra?"

"I'm not sure, but I'm here for you. I'll never leave you." She answers, kissing the girl on her forehead. "You said that last time."

"This time I mean it." Daenerys pulls back and smiles at the sincerity of Carra's expression. "I hope so."

The day passed by, and Bracken and Carra were patrolling the streets with the Second Sons and Unsullied. "I need a drink." The shorter women says, making Carra roll her eyes.

"It's like you bathe in alcohol."

"You don't drink enough." Bracken smirks, pulling a flask from her, which the brunette snatches. "No drinking during patrol, Bracken."

"You are not my mother."

"God, I wouldn't dream of it." The two chuckle and Bracken obnoxiously points toward Daario, who looked wet. "Look, it's Daario." She says, making Carra pull her arm down.

"Ya know what? I have to go, Ser Jorah is expecting me." Carra nods as Bracken leaves for the pyramid. "Wait, why?" She calls out. "Business!" Bracken says as she walks away. Carra scoffs, knowing she's leaving Carra to avoid the inevitable tension with Daario.

"And where are you going?" Carra asks Daario, who almost slid past her. He reveals the flowers he swam to pick, making Carra frown as she knew who they were for.

"Daenerys does not want to entertain you, Daario." The man smirks, tilting his head.

"If you wish me not to pursue her, I'll stop." Carra purses her lips and looks at him with a raised eyebrow. "I swear it."

"I do not trust you, Naaharis."

"Neither I you."

"I have given you no reason not to."

"The way you look at Daenerys, I am shocked I still live. You could kill me and eliminate me from the equation. You seem like the type." Carra scoffs and wipes the sides of her mouth. "You don't know me very well, Daario. If I wanted to kill you, you would've died with your leaders in that tent." Daario smirks and hands her the flowers.

"I've never met a woman that doesn't like wildflowers." Carra takes them, and he pats her shoulder before walking away. After he leaves her, she finds herself pacing outside Daenerys' door.

The Unsullied soldiers watch silently as she mumbles to herself with the flowers behind her back. "Carra?" Daenerys calls out, and the woman looks up with a smile. "Hi."

"What are you doing?" She's asked as Daenerys looked at her with an amused expression. "I was-I was waiting for you." The blonde smiles and moves past her. They walk into her chambers, and the queen settles on her furniture as Carra pulls out the bouquet behind her back.

"Oh, thank you." She smiles. She places them on a table and sits, looking up at Carra, who stands with her hands behind her back.

"Is there something you wished to ask me?" Carra gulps and nods. "I miss you."

"You see me everyday."

"And yet I cannot touch you." Daenerys smiles and leans back. "I never said you couldn't. In fact, I have only dreamed of your touch since Yunkai." The older woman walks over, kneeling at her queen's feet.

"If you will let me, I shall fulfill your dreams, Daenerys." The blonde's breath hitches as she stares at the woman before her. "Carra-"

"Is that not what you want? Am I being too forward?" Daenerys looks her up and down before sighing.

"Take off your clothes." The queen says suddenly, making Carra smile as she obeys.