Queen of Blue Roses | GoT

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Nicoletta nodded at Varys's words, her eyes never leaving Daenerys, who seemed far away. Targaryen princess was looking tired, her long silver hair tied in multiple braids, each meaning something to Dothraki. Her violet eyes were somewhat cold and maybe couple shades lighter. That only made Nicoletta's curiosity grow. Something was off with her fiance's aunt and she was restless beacuse of that. "Lord Varys," she teared her gaze from Daenerys and looked at her advisor. "I must apologise, but let's end the meeting. The temperature is giving me headache and I would like to check preparations for the wedding, if you please." 

Varys's eyebrow jumped up and he nodded, not asking. Nicoletta sat still on her chair, her gaze met with Daenerys. Both women were aware of everyone leaving the Council Room, beside them, but they didn't tear the connection. "My queen? Khalessi?" Tyrion looked surprised at them, but with Nicoletta's shake of head, he only raised eyebrow and left. 

Daenerys looked at young Baratheon woman without trust. She still remembered what her father ordered to do with her and her son. By instinct, she placed hand on her stomach and rubbed it. That move didn't go unnoticed by the Queen. Sighing to herself, she stood and walked to many bottles and glasses, pouring herself sweet Dornish wine. She moved her hand and made wine move in glass. For a while she kept doing that, but then she raised the glass. 

"Are you sure you are suitable for being the Queen?" Daenerys voice broke the silence as Nicoletta placed glass on her lips. She took a sharp breath and let it slip from her hand. Sound of breaking glass was so loud, that she was surprised no one came inside. She turned and her blue eyes met with violet ones. "Why would you as such a question? Do you not trust me?" Silver haired Targaryen swallowed and looked away. "By your fathers actions? No, not at all." Her voice grew colder and emotionless.

Nicoletta gritted her teeth and blinked. She hated when someone was comparing parents to children and vice versa. Cold shiver ran down her spine and she catched Daenerys gaze. Fire inside them told her everything she wanted to know. And that was the most scaring thing in the world. "Do you think that you would do better? As a Queen?" Her voice quiet and calm, she asked the forbidden question. 

Somehow the hot was not a problem anymore. Coldness in the room was. Nicoletta's eyes were closed, she didn't want to look at her fiance's aunt, when she answered the question. She didn't want to picture him in her place, to only hate him, because of his relative. She crossed her arms and hugged herself, trying not to break down in front of potential enemy. She was supposed to be strong, powerful, almost void. Not easy, sensitive or delicate. 

Aegon felt his blood bold in his veins as soon as he read the note on his bed. He ignored Robb and stormed past guardians and guests. Even his uncle's calls for him went unnoticed. He started to ran, not even being aware of it. Doors of the guest chambers hit the walls, making everyone in the room jump in the air, startled by it. Dothraki guards took their swords out, prepared to protect their rulers. Seeing their Khaleesi's family made them calm down. 

"Everyone leave," his voice was so cold and husky that he didn't reconised it. Surprised and starled gazes were exchanged, but they moved out of the room, except for Khal Drogo, Daenerys and three guards. "Four of you as well, it's between my aunt and me." He stood proudly, eyes shining with rage. 

Daenerys nodded, her eyes not moving, when she told her husband and guards to leave. As soon as they were out of the chamber, he closed the doors and with clenched jaw looked at his aunt. "You are as mad as your brother." He spat, throwing the table next to him in the air. She jumped, not expecting this sort of anger from him. "I tried to protect you." Her voice was small, he knew that she was afraid. "Protect me? Or our name? I think that you are talking about the other thing. You, even if Nicoletta wasn't the Queen, wouldn't be a Queen. You married Khal, with no name, so you as well have no name. Not a Targaryen." He screamed in her face, suddenly before her.