The Dragon Queen

R e i g n

*gentle reminder that the places and characters I have mentioned are not of my creation. I respect George too much for that*

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A week had passed in King's Landing since the siege. Today, Daenerys Targaryen would soon be appointed as reigning Queen of the Seven Kingdoms for people to bear witness. The Lords and Ladies across the realm have been invited to attend this momentous occasion for House Targaryen.

Daenerys was looking out a window from her chambers which overlooked King's Landing. She was deep in her thoughts which was interrupted by a knock on her door. Missandei had walked in with a bright smile across her face. Missadnei from the Isle of Naath had been with Daenerys since the Plaza of Pride with the Unsullied and remained loyal. She was the Queen's trusted advisor and dearest friend.

"Issi ao jāre naejot rhaenagon se tubis, Eglivys Aōhys?"

(Are you ready to start the day, Your Grace?)

Daenerys returns Missandei with a smile and nods.

"Hen rhinka raqiros. Īlon ivestragī se vali umbagon daor."

(Of course friend. We cannot let the people wait.)

Missandei then reveals the gown to dress Daenerys. A black gown with a cape flowing behind her. The cape had dark red dragon scales representing the colours of House Targaryen. Atop Daenerys' head is the crown Aegon the Conqueror wore. A reminder to the people who once forged the Iron Throne and changed the tides within the realm. It was made with Valyrian Steel and was studded with large square rubies across the crown. It was found within the walls of Dragonstone when she arrived there.

A knock was heard on the door which caught Daenerys' attention. She saw a guard enter and bowing his head.

"Lord Tyrion Lannister."

Daenerys sighs and sees the Imp enter. He bowed his head and looked at Daenerys in shock, seeing the crown on her head made it seem more real perhaps.

"Your Grace."

Daenerys smiles at him.

"Lord Tyrion."

The guard remains in the room as Tyrion walks closer to Daenerys, taking a seat on a near. She nods to Missdandei to leave the room. The door closes and Tyrion lets out a sigh.

"Here you are, at the very place you wished for. I seem to recall discussing your arrival in Westeros in Mereen."

Daenerys smiles, vividly remembering her time in Mereen and dealing with the slavery issues.

"Yes and here we are."

Tyrion smiles and sits forward on his seat abruptly.

"I had wished to ask you about what will happen with my sister."

Tyrion's worry for his family had come at a bad time. Daenerys was about to be appointed Queen of the Seven Kingdoms.

"I understand your desire to know the fate of Cersei Lannister. But you must wait, with the others until after the ceremony."

The Targaryen girl could have sought a discussion with Tyrion at that moment. However, news of a traitor within Daenerys' council had reached her ears. Varys had approached Daenerys before leaving Dragonstone with ravens showing that Tyrion had communicated with his sister, Cersei. A blatant display of betrayal to his Queen which he swore he would follow. In the ravens, Tyrion had informed Daenerys of several battle strategies discussed in the council room.