The Pirate and The Dragon

Chapter 94

Annettes POV

Approaching Danys door, I go to knock, only for Missandei to open. Seeing me, she smiles before coming out the door and closed the door behind her. Turning to me, she pulls me into a hug, showing her sorry and support which I return. Letting out a sigh, "how is she?" I whisper in Missandeis ear. She pulls away and looks at the door before back at me. "Lost." Was all she said, before walking away. Letting out a sigh, I wipe my sweaty palms in my pants, before pushing the door open.

Looking inside it was barely dimmed, with only a handful of candles lit the room. Stepping inside, closing the door behind me, I look around and see everything seems untouched. My desk still had my half eaten lunch sitting in its plate, along side it was my letter I was going to send to...

I hear a sniffle coming from the chair that's sat in front of the roaring fireplace. Lighting up the room a bit, as well as warming the room. Spotting my dragon leaning her head on her hand, as she stares into the flames.

My heart stings a bit as I stare at my Dragon, her hair all frizzed and partly undone, probably really knotted. Carefully, I make my way towards her. Placing my hand on her shoulder, she tenses. "Issa Zaldrizes." I say in a gentle tone, using her family's language to make it more meaningful. She doesn't turn to me, making me kneel to her side trying to make her eyes meet mine.

"I...I'm...I" My voice cracking as I stare at her face, cupping it into my hand. Watching her close her eyes and meet into my touch, letting out a hum as she leans further into my touch. To which I take as a sign to rest my head on her lap. "I'm so sorry. Please forgive me, I abanond you. You needed me and I wasn't here, I am so sorry." I whisper as my tears fall down, soaking her black dress.

"Sh, My Pirate there is nothing to forgive. You did not abandon me, you were grieving, and sometimes we would have to be alone to heal. I'm just happy you are back in my arms." She whispers before placing kisses upon my head, resting her head on mine. Giving me her love.

Feeling her fingers caress my hair, I bury my face into her dress, letting myself completely open to her. All of my anger, confusion, and loss pour into her comforting presence. I sat there, my head on my Dragons lap, staring into the fire. My eyes burned a bit as my tears dried on my cheeks, all the while my Dragon continued to run her fingers through my hair. I could go to sleep like this if I wanted to, but there was something I remembered. "Varys betrayed us." I mumbled, staring into the fire.

"He has." She responds, as I lift my head up to meet hers. Frowning at the state she is in, her eyes sunkin in, her very pale face, not fitting my wife one bit. "As much as I love you, this look of depression and pain doesn't suit you." I jest, making her scoff and smile at my joke. Reaching up to her face, I closed my eyes and focused on filling her eyes, and lighting up her skin.

 Feeling my eyes glow as I open them again, hearing my dragon let out a surprising gasp before a sigh followed. Blinking, my eyes returning to their normal brown hue, I looked at my Dragons face and smiled. Her skin looked radiant as ever, and with her violet eyes shining ever so brightly, she looked stunning. Healthy. "Now there's the woman I love." Leaning in, I place a soft kiss on her lips, to which she gives it back before pulling away

"What should we do about Varys?" She whispers, making me sigh as I tuck a lose hair of hers behind her ear. "What we promised him."

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As the night came; Me, My Dragon, Snow, Tyrion, Missandei, and One-Eye all stood on the rocky shore of Dragonstone. Waiting for Grey Worm to arrive with Varys, the sound of the sea and the mix of the cold air nips my face. As we waited in silence. The unsullied standing on either side, holding a burning torch, being our only light source as we see Grey Worm approach with Varys in tow. Standing still in front of us with an accepting look. We stood there staring at each other, with Varys trying to keep his fear from reaching his face, which he is doing kind of well. Looking over at Tyrion, who looks at me with permission to say good-bye, to which I look at my Dragon. She nods, and Tyrion approaches the Master of Whispers. "It was me." he confesses, Varys looking at his friend with betrayal before nodding understandably.