the heir - daenerys targaryen

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Soon would be the day that the Queen would go to observe the lower fighting pits before the larger fight in the arena. It was a day she dreaded the lord she had to think about leaving Carra.

She wasn't there when she woke up the day before, and now she didn't want to leave her side. "If you are so insistent that you must take me, I shall oblige." It now seemed like Daenerys couldn't leave her side.

Of course, she almost died, and was still recovering, but she wasn't fragile.

"I'd like that. Just so I can keep an eye on you."

"Daenerys, I will not shatter into pieces if I am alone, I promise." Carra responds with a groan and soft cough as her raising tone makes her wince.

"I refuse to not keep you in my sights. Deal with it."

It wasn't hard to convince Carra to come. But they were meant to be distanced as she sat with her husband to be, so she wasn't going to be much of a needed distraction from violence.

"Sitting through the great games will be bad enough." Daenerys says tightly as she and her new consort walk forward. Carra falls into the background, watching from beside an Unsullied soldier.

"For generations in the days leading up to the great games, it has been customary for our ruler to make the rounds of the lower pits to pay the fighters there the honor of her presence." As they sit down, the door suddenly open and fighters walk out to cheers.

Suddenly, a man runs before Daenerys. "Your Grace, Your future Grace. You honor us all." Daenerys turns around, and she and Carra quietly meet eyes. It was almost as if the blonde was begging Carra to save her.

"WE FIGHT AND DIE FOR YOUR GLORY! O GLORIOUS QUEEN!" The fighting soon begins, and Carra watches Daenerys in worry as the crowd cheers the men. One man begins to dominate some of the others, but Daenerys flinches as he slices at them.

With a huff, the Queen stands, and Carra straightens, ready to follow after her. "Your Grace. I-It's a tradition for the queen to stay until the victor has emerged."

"I've sacrificed more than enough for your traditions." She whispers with a bite. She can feel Carra pressing her body to her right, and slightly calms herself.

All of a sudden, the gates the men came out are opened, and a masked soldier walks out. The queen's attention is caught as the man doesn't kill anyone, but simply begins to know them all out.

Carra watches beside her with a frown.

When the man is finished, he walks over and a bows his head before pulling off his mask, revealing Jorah Mormont. Though Daenerys is stunned to silence, she can feel her lover's heavy breathing.

"You have some nerve." She growls. Beside her, the blonde presses a shoulder into her chest. "Get him out my sight." She says, not hiding the waver in her voice.

Suddenly, two guards grab him by the arms. "Khaleesi, please. I just need a moment of your time. I brought you a gift!"

"It's true!" A voice calls out. A small man walks out from behind the gates with chains on his wrists. "Who are you?" The queen asks.

"I am the gift. It's a pleasure to meet Your Grace. My name is Tyrion Lannister." Daenerys' eyes widen at the statement.

"Dany." Carra whispers, holding her hand out of sight.

"Seize them and bring them to the pyramid. Carra, escort me back, please." Before her husband-to-be can speak to her, she and Carra walk back the way they came.

"He has nerve coming back. You should kill him where he stands, love." Carra mutters, and the queen's features betray with a blush in a sea of angry emotions. "I should, but that will have to wait. No public executions." Carra hums, limping behind her.