❝A Dragon must serve❞
That's what Aemma Targaryen had been taught her whole life, they serve the Crown, the Throne, the Realm and the people. And that's what she's done her whole life, be dutiful to her family and the Realm, even through rebellions...
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ᴇꜱꜱᴏꜱ ᴅᴏᴛʜʀᴀᴋɪ ᴄᴀᴍᴘ
Daenerys Targaryen sat in her tent, in a new location, after days of being on horseback, her legs sore from and her hands injured from the reigns. Her handmaids cleaning her hands and applying healing ointments to aid with the ache and cuts in them.
And even though she had these older women to talk to, Daenerys, still feeling shy, stared at the dragon eggs that had been gifted to her.
"Have you ever seen a dragon?" Daenerys questioned, her voice soft with a lilt that was typical of children, another reminder that she was only ten-and-three years of age.
"Dragon gone, Khaleesi." Irri, one of Daenerys's handmaids, who is the same age as the Targaryen Princess, replied, in broken Common Tongue, the same childish lilt in her tone as she spoke.
"Everywhere? Even in the east?" Daenerys frowned, despite having heard of her family's history from Viserys in the house with the red door.
"No dragon, brave men kill them." Jhiqui, another of Daenerys's Dothraki handmaids, also the same age as her replied as she poured milk onto the bowl in which Daenerys's feet were.
"A trader from Qarth told me that dragons come from the moon." Doreah, a girl of ten-and-nine that was bought by Viserys to teach his younger sister how to please her husband, interjected, her long blonde, nearly pearly hair loose, making her and Daenerys look similar.
"The moon?" Daenerys questioned with a surprised tone.
"He told me the moon was an egg, Khaleesi." Doreah replied to the younger girl, a gentle smile on her lips. "That once there were two moons in the sky. But one wandered too close to the sun, and it cracked from the heat. Out of it poured a thousand thousand dragons and they drank the sun's fire."
Daenerys listened fascinated, staring at her own eggs once more with a look of wonder.
"Moon is no egg, moon is goddess, wife of sun." Irri corrected, her voice soft, but was softly dismissed by Daenerys, alongside Jhiqui.
Irri and Jhiqui left the Khal and Khaleesi's tent, leaving Daenerys alone with Doreah
"Why did the trader from Qarth tell you these stories?" Daenerys questioned innocently to Doreah, looking at the older woman with curiousity in her eyes and tone.
"Men like to talk when they're happy. Before your brother bought me for you, it was my job to make men happy. It is why your brother bought me for you, to teach you, Khaleesi." Doreah told Daenerys as she finished bandaging the hand that she'd been tending.
