Game of Dragonborn.

Chapter 183 - Rescuing My Queen.

[Chapter Size: 2000 Words.]

Third Person POV.

North.

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It was mid-afternoon when the entire convoy of tens of thousands of men and women of the Free Folk moved south, passing by the end of the mountains where, on the other side, lay the mountain clans, as she had learned from the Stark boys.

Daenerys couldn't complain about riding day after day while camping every night. She was a bit tired and even sore, yet she continued without complaint, though she had some discomforts that forced her to apply ointments, which Lucis helped her with at night.

Still, even though her routine was completely different from the one she'd had in Braavos and the mansion in Pentos — except for the time when she became a beggar alongside her brother, living even on the streets, at the mercy of anyone willing to offer them shelter, before he inevitably angered them with his temper and got them both sent away.

No, she would not complain about riding there for weeks, no matter how exhausting the routine was. She was quickly getting used to it and would not complain, just as she hadn't so far. Soon, she would be with her love again, while he conquered the entire realm.

She longed for his touch once more, tired of sharing nights in an empty bed without Daemon. It was somewhat frustrating. He had come two weeks ago, but stayed only one night.

'He could at least come to fetch me...' she murmured.

"Something wrong, Dany?" — a voice pulled her from her thoughts. She looked to the side and saw Lucis staring at her, wearing an amused smile.

"Nothing much, just thinking." said Daenerys.

"If you're thinking about a tall, strong, and handsome man, almost two meters tall with piercing violet eyes, I can understand," Lucis said in a teasing tone.

Lucis was quite shy and gentle, much like Daenerys, so they ended up getting along very well — though Daenerys had shed her shyness much faster than Lucis. Still, they both loosened up when riding alone, usually farther from the guards; the area was safe with the scouts patrolling around.

Then they talked about everything with no one nearby to overhear. They had personal protection, of course, but the guards stayed a little farther away.

Daenerys continued to share the same tent with Lucis by mutual choice, and they usually dined together with Daemon's relatives from the Stark family.

Daemon could not be described as a loving cousin overflowing with tenderness toward the children, but he truly treated them with respect and cared for them. Even so, he still maintained a somewhat distant attitude toward his cousins. Even Lucis's brother received more attention from Daemon than his two cousins.

However, that did not stop Daenerys from growing closer to the Stark family, who had known Daemon since they were children. Their companionship had become pleasant.

They also talked a lot about Daemon — in fact, they admired him, even if there was some hesitation, mainly because Daemon didn't like their father. His deeds were still discussed at the dinner table, and Daemon's uncle was a great source for learning about his mother and the childhood of her beloved.

Daenerys wanted to talk with Daemon for hours if possible — and she would have plenty to talk about after these weeks.

She sighed when Lucis teased her. "Well, I'm not the only one thinking about Daemon," she said, as Lucis blushed slightly.