The Pirate and The Dragon

Chapter 91

Waking up in my cabin, I feel my eyes and my throat burn. Realizing it's another day and that Smithy's in danger, I try to sit up only to be pushed down. "Shhh you must rest." Following the dark skin of the hand, my eyes widen as I see Tia Dalma, or should I say, my mother sitting before me. "What are you doing here?" I ask my voice coming out in a rasp. Seeing this she grabs a cup of something that smells worse than Basses cooking. The liquid was a dark purple, with specks of a white substance that I can't describe, whatever it is I don't want to drink it

She lifts the cup to my lips, and despite myself not wanting to drink the tea, I open my mouth and take a few sips. As the liquid runs over my tongue and down my throat, I feel my throat begin to relax. "I felt your heart break, and felt like you needed a mother." She caresses my head as I feel my body begin to relax. "What's happening to me?" My voice breaking as tears brim my eyes once more.

    My mothers smile turns to a frown as she reaches over to a bowl next to my bed, seeing it was filled with water and a rag dangled over the bowl. She wrings out the rag before placing it on my hot head, realizing that my body feels like it's burning, yet I feel cold. Must have a fever. "When that bloody Night King killed you, your mortal life died, but unleashed your God life. Believing that if he could control you, he could control your gift. Which he did on that long night, but when he died, his influence on you did as well. "

My mother places the rag back into the bowl, before she continues "Now that all of your powers have awakened, your body is reconstructing itself." I stay silent as I clench my fists to my side.

 "How long till I could get my strength back?" My throat coming clear, but interrupted by a nasty cough. When my mother immediately comes to my aid and covers my mouth with a white cloth, I freeze as I see blood. "I do not know, my child. You are the first child born from a goddess and a mortal, we could only wait it out." She says by wiping the blood away from my lips, as I relax into my bed. This fucking SUCKS!

Suddenly a knock is hear at my door, My Dragon comes in with worry all over her face. My mother gives my hand a squeeze before she stands. "I'll check on you in the morning." placing a kiss on my head before she leaves, leaving me with my wife. Who stands at the door, looking at my frail body. Huh frail, how pathetic. I give her my best smile as I beacon her closer to my bed, to which she does. Sitting before me grasping her hand into mine.

"My mother says it's just my body adjusting to my full potential, after tonight I'll be brand new and then we will storm Kings Landing and save Smithy from that cunts filthy claws." I said with confidence, only for another cough to shatter that. Blood spitting out of my mouth, causing my dragon to wipe it away.

"How is this possible?" She asks looking at the blood-stained cloth in confusion. "When that Night fucker killed me, he only killed my mortality. Allowing full control over my powers and myself. With his control over me gone, thank you Stark junior, my powers are catching my body off guard. Which is why I am in this state."

My Dragon nods as she places the bloodied cloth in the bowl, before she looks back down at me. "Any word from Sansa on who captured Smithy?" My Dragon sighs "She suspects Jamie Lannister, since he left the night Smithy was captured. However, Brienne of Tarth denies it." I scoff

"Of course she does, she's in love with him. Can't blame her for that." Smiling down at her hand in mine, as she raises our hands and places a tender kiss on my hand. Her smile then turns to a frown. "What's wrong?"

"I feel like no matter how many wars we fight and win, or who bends the knee, I will forever feel like a stranger here. That I will never be truly accepted as queen, in such there will be accusations on my right because now Jon has revealed his true heritage. The North will want Jon as King, and the South will lend him their support." She vents standing up from the bed and begins to pace.

"That is only because they do not know you. You have shown the North you're Cercei, unlike her, you saved them. You liberated them from the Night King, and they will help you liberate Kings Landing from that Tyrant. Sure we will have to gain the city's favor during your rule, but we have done this before in Mereen." Trying my best to comfort her doubts in her head.

"But this isn't Mereen, Anne, here the lords of this continent value a Man's word more than a Woman's. If Jons secret gets out, then they will betray me and stab a sword through my back. Just like my father." Pacing back and forth on the boat.

"Even if the lords do value cocks over a cunt, Snow doesn't even want it, which leaves who to rule? Bran? That boy has a chair to sit in already, hell it fucking moves and everything. Though if the Iron Throne does move then it would be a plus." Holding my hand out to her as she smiles, grasping my hand. I pull her in my bed, wrapping my arms around my Dragon. Which she places her head on my chest, listening to my heart, attempting to calm her thoughts.

"The City will know you, and when they see your children they will look upon them in awe instead of fear. When we take the city we will walk among the people, and show them the Daenerys that I love. It may take time for them to know you are not your father, but that will give us time to figure out our heir situation." Combing my fingers through her hair, feeling her relax under my touch.

"As I told my hand, we shall cross that road when we need to. But I will not share bed with anyone that's not you. I refuse." My heart swells with pride at her loyalty to me, to which I place a tender kiss on her head, as I feel sleep come to me. My eyes feeling heavy as my body relaxes with my Dragon close to me.

"I'm so glad I met you Daenerys Targaryen." I mumbled as I succumb to sleep, but not before I heard her response.

"Me too, Annette Daemon"