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MEREEN
300 A.C. 18 years after Robert's Rebellion
ZERO | Shadows of the last generation
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THE WEATHER OF THE DAY was soft for the warm summer period, the clouds granted shade and there blew a cool and refreshing wind. A young silver queen on her high balcony looked down at the city beneath her, Meereen. The greatest of the great Slaver Cities in Slaver's Bay. Even from 400 foot above them, she could hear the talking, the people on the markets, men labouring and free children playing in the cool river. The city looked all so quiet, peaceful. Yet that was only in appearance. Sons of the Harpy terrorized the city of the young dragon and frustrated her since she could not understand why. Who were these people cowering behind masks? What did they want?
A sigh left her pink lips, her mind clouded. She rested her eyes for a moment and the sun burned on her pale complexion. The sun was hot but it didn't burn as much as on the Dothraki Sea, and after all: fire couldn't kill a dragon. The queen's hands rested on the thick stone railing of the balcony whilst she heard someone approaching. The steps he made betrayed who he was as she knew her closest advisors well.
"A deep sigh, your grace." The old voice ringed as he went to stand next to her on the balcony, stealing glances over the edge. Daenerys opened her clear purple eyes and looked over Meereen once more. A pleasant silence fell in between them, a silence none of them bothered.
"Everyone looks happy enough from up here." Daenerys whispered after a while whilst observing the city beneath her. In the corner of her eye, she could see knight nodding. Her eye caught his face and she examined him like she had done before. Old white hair combined with gentle but sad blue eyes that sometimes twinkled when she spoke to him. His lined features told easily his story of life. Yet he was not ugly, perhaps not handsome but charming indeed. Sometimes she wondered about the woman he loved, the woman with the haunting purple eyes. At least that is what Ser Jorah told her, the knight loved a lady of Dorne. Usually, Dany wouldn't pay attention to gossips, yet in the night she tried to imagine the woman's face who took her life after the world broke her heart.
Ser Barristan's eyes caught her staring and she looked quickly away. A silence fell again between them before he chuckled softly.
"What?" She asked a smile on her lips as the chuckle of the old knight had affected her.
"I was thinking of all the times your brother made me go with him down from the Red Keep, into the streets of King's Landing." Ser Barristan said as he seemed to think back at the memories. Rhaegar, her mind echoed. Her valiant brother who was killed by the usurper of Baratheon.
