Blood In the Godswoods

Aura

Daenerys POV Battlefield

The low sound of men chattering and moving about outside fill my tent as I get dressed for today with Missandei helping me with me hair. Without her my hair would be a mess, she's my best friend. "Missandei" i call out, she stops braiding my hair and looks down at me with a small smile "Yes your grace." 

"Thank you, for being my friend you mean more than you know to me." rubbing my shoulder "Of course, you saved me." her voice cracks at the end. I put my hand on top of hers reassuring her "Till the end".

Shortly after my hair is done, I get ready to leave out my tent to take care of the prisoners of the battle. "Missandei can you get my rings please" as I pick at my nails noticing I don't have them on. Light flooding in from outside catches my attention. Looking up I see Ser Jorah walking in.

" Goodmorning your grace" bowing his head. I give him a small smile "Good morrow Jorah, how are you faring today?"

"I'm okay your grace, just a small cut on my stomach. I come to take you to the prisoners. Everyone is there already".

Putting on my dragon rings "okay let's get going then. I hope you feel better Jorah." walking out of my tent with him and  Missandei in tow.

Dirt crunches under my feet as I make my way towards everyone. My dragons roar on top of the hill when the sense me close. The ground shakes under their roars. Everyone eyes  follow my every step as I near them. My aura, Queen mentality oozes out making everyone who serves me fall to their knees bowing to their Queen. All except Robb with his auburn curls shielding his beautiful eyes, as he bow his head when I walk past him.

Standing on top of the hill in front of my Dragons my pupils turn to slits "a am āeksio! Bow!" ( I am Master) Maeker, Raelia, and Drogon bow to me.

I look out upon the lannister prisoners, full of vengeance. Some quivering in fear. Some in hatred. Some in awe. My eyes unconsciously wonder for those grey eyes and sure enough I find them or should I say him  staring back at me with a look of awe and surprisingly a look of pride. They hold me captive for moment before I break away from him, remember what I have to do now.

My emotionless mask slips back on as I look back at the prisoners. With power in my voice "I know what Cersei has told you. That I come to destroy your cities, burn down your homes, murder you and orphan your children. That's Cersei lannister, not me. I'm not hear to murder. I'm here to stop the evilness that comes for the poor from the rich, give you all freedom of will." Looking at every single on of them "I offer you a choice. Bend the knee, join me. Together we can make a better world than it is now." venom seeps out my tongue "Or refuse and Die."

Automatically knees start dropping. Many submitted, many still standing, they need a little bit of encouragement. All 3 of my dragons step forward looming over the prisoners. Bare their teeth and screech out viscous roars making almost everyone submit to me.

You know how there is always that 1 person trying to be different, act all big and bad. Unfortunately there's 2 difficult men who just don't want bend the knee. Looking at the 2 in intently, "Come forth my Lords." they move forward coming in front of everyone. "You will not knee" a low growl rumbles through me. "We already have a Queen" both men say at the same time.

Tyrion speaks from off to my side "My sister was only your Queen till recently, when she murdered your Queen House Tyrell for all time. So it appears your allegiance's are somewhat flexible." trying to get them to knee and not die. "There'a no easy choices in war. Say what you want about your sister but she was born Westeros her whole life. You on the other hand murdered your father and loyal to a foreign invader." this prisoner Lord looks at me up and down. "You will not trade your honor for your life? I respect that."

I look over to my commander of the Dothraki and give him a nod, telling him to kill these two. Tyrion eyes go wide looking up at my "Your grace maybe they can take the black, go to the nights watch. He's a true soldier, might be valuable" the man calls out "I will not go to the wall, you're not my queen."

i don't want my rule to start out with me being a murderer but this is different this is war and this man undermines my authority as Queen. I look up looking for Robb. For some reason I feel like I can look to him when I don't know what do. I find him looking up at me with a look unknown to me, he knew I needed him. His eyes soften a little, nodding ever so light nobody would have noticed, telling me to kill them. It's okay.

I look away and motion my guards to come get them. They grab the 2 lord prisoners leading them to the front of the huge rock platform where I stand with my dragons. Looking down upon them "Lord Randal Tarly, Dickson Tarly. I Daenerys Targaryen, first of her name Breaker of chains and Mother of Dragons. Sentence you to die" "Dracarys" i say low and dark. signing their death sentence.

Maeker, Raelia, and Drogon loom over piercing the air with their roars. Opening their mouth, red hot fire shoot out their razor sharp mouth. Engulfing the men in flames, their screams echoed through the grassy mountains. Their screams bring a sense of satisfaction. A sinful smile cross my face as the screams stop abruptly. The smell of flesh fill my nose 'oh how I that smell'. Now they're nothing but a pile of ash.

I look down at everyone one else, some faces twist in disgust, fear, even some spewing out. What caught my eye the most was Robb, he wasn't showing's fear or disgust. But rather amused by others reactions, he must feel my gaze because he looks up staring into my eyes with nothing but awe and a certain gleam in them. Like he understands me, the real me. Even the mad crazy that I can unleash.

Maeker