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Daenerys Targaryen 2

Daenerys POV

Tyrion had left Dragonstone a couple of hours ago, along with four Unsullied and a ship. Outside was a storm like the one that two decades ago existed on the day of my birth, or so those present say.

I just wait for the return of my hand, safe and sound looking out the window of the map room. I don't know what to expect from Tyron's nephew, I don't want to seem paranoid or anything like that; but I don't know him and I don't know what he can be capable of.

In addition to that, I doubt that after spending his entire life with the now queen Cercei Lannister, the evil and cunning of his mother has not rubbed off on him. So he is a person that I have to take care of and that I have to observe to be sure that i'm not in danger.

I hear the door to the map room being opened, so I immediately turn around and watch my hand creep in. I look at the features of his face, realizing that they are contracted and the concern can be clearly seen on his face.

Daenerys: Has something happened? - I ask curiously, thinking that perhaps he is worried about not finding his nephew and about his condition.

Tyron: No my lady, everything has gone as planned.- He answers me with a small grimace.

Daenerys: Then why do you have that face? - I ask, taking a couple of steps towards where he is.

Tyron: It's been a long time since the last time I saw him.- he answers me and I look at him confused. -It has changed and I couldn't tell if it was for the better or for the worse.- He comments and all my alarms go off.

Daenerys: I must talk to him.- I order and walk towards the door.

Tyron: No, please.- He says, grabbing my arm gently. -He needs a while to process what happened and feel safe here.- he explains and I shake my head.

If his own uncle says that he has changed and that he does not know if it is for the better or for the worse; it is an alarm signal. A sign so that my presence is necessary and I can see with my own eyes what I may face in the near future.

Daenerys: He will have all the time to process what he needs after I talk to him.- I say bluntly. -I have trusted you to bring him to my house, now as your queen I have the right to see your nephew and make sure he doesn't suppose any danger to me.- I finish saying and look at Gray-Worm to follow me. -Don't let him out until i come back.- I say to the guards at the entrance over my hand.

I walk through the castle with Gray-Worm at my side, feeling my heart pounding with intrigue and the insecurity of having a Baratheon in my castle.

And not just any Baratheon. The legitimate son and heir of the usurper of my family and the ones in the throne.

I won't rest easy until I see him and make sure he's not a threat to my reign and personal life. I stand in front of the door of the chambers that have been prepared for him, taking deep breaths and gently knocking on the door.

When I don't hear an answer, I glance at Gray-Worm and he cautiously starts to open the door. As soon as the door opens, I can appreciate the dim light in the room thanks to the candlelight and look at the seemingly empty place.

I take an unsteady step into the room, fearing a surprise attack. But that fear turns into surprise, when I look to the right side where the bathtub is and I find myself with a semi-naked body.

My eyes scan the exposed skin, revealing multiple bruises and cuts with dried blood all around. I see the slight relief of the ribs on the sides of his body, looking at his slightly swollen stomach; possibly due to air and the pale color of his skin in the areas free of bruises; although they barely exist.