Cursed Dragon | Jon Snow

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Naella's POV

After explaining everything to Dani she and the little dwarf sat there in silence looking at me with shock on their faces. I stayed silent, letting them process the news at their own time. After a few minutes I started to get bored, i started fidgeting where i stood . I looked around the room, it was big, kind of empty actually besides the little lighting on either side of the room and the stone throne Dani was sitting on and of cause the Dothraki stationed around the room ready to kill me if commanded too. Seeing them when i landed i was very surprised and impressed, she managed to get them here. no wonder people are afraid of her not just because of her dragons. I looked back to Dani and still she hasn't seemed to accept it yet, probably thinking of ways to make sense of it. I sighed and walked over to one of the Dothraki, what can i say I'm curious. I stopped a few steps away from him and bowed slightly, showing I'm not a threat. He just stared. Sighing i grabbed my spear from off my back and handed it to him, he looked confused so i gestured to his weapon. Finally understanding what i meant he handed me his weapon while he took mine at the same time.

I took the blade in my hands, looking at the ferocious looking blade i was stunned at how well balanced it was. Swinging it around i came to realise why there people preferred this blade, smiling i handed it back to him.

I smiled, "Good blade."

He smiled, i guess he understood what i said, and took the blade back and gave me my spear. I smiled at him once more before turning back to their Queen.

"Sooooooooooo" i dragged on snapping them out of their daze

"So let me get this straight." The dwarf spoke, "You are a Targeryen by 'default' due to your eyes being silver in colour but you have all the characteristics of one."

"Correct."

"Your dragons where given to you by my brother, but only hatched when you where found 20 years later and burned thinking you where dead but instead of getting rid of your body it woke you up from you frozen slumber." Dani said with a hand on the side of her head rubbing slightly.

"Correct."

Silence filled the room once more.

"Why are you here, Naella Targareyen." Dani asks

"I am here because you are here." I stated plainly

"I'm confused."

"You are of the same blood as Rhaegar and i cared for him greatly but unfortunately i was unavailable to protect him." I clenched my fists, feeling my nails digging into my palms, "He is no longer here but you are, so i wish to protect you as i would of done your brother if i was with him."

She just looked at me with a blank expression on his face. Panic started to fill me, i hadn't taken into account that she might turn me down. I started to fidget again.

"Very well." she said plainly.

"W-what."

"I said very well."

I was stunned at first but quickly recovered. I smiled.

"However," my smile faded "You must bow to me and recognise me as your Queen."

I was going to do it instantly but then one thought flooded my mind, Jon.

"I see you as my Queen, however I see another as my King..."

I could see she was getting angry, "Who is this 'King'"

"... Jon Snow of Winterfel, King of the North."

"Ned Starks Bastard?" the dwarf spoke stunned at my reply

I nodded.

"Very well then, if your King bends the knee to me will you then devote yourself to me."

I nodded

"Will you fight for me, you and your dragons."

I nodded

"Rise then, Naella Targeryn." I obeyed, slowly lifting myself. "I look forward to your company."

She smiled at me before standing and walking to another room, the Dothraki soldiers following behind her but the dwarf however stayed behind.

"So.." he drifted off, "Care to join me for a walk."

"To do what, dwarf."

"My name is Tyrian Lanister, hand of the Queen."

"Wait, Lanister?" i tilted my head

"Yes, so will you join me?"

Startled i nodded and followed him out the room.

We walked out to the cliff where I arrived not to long ago with 2 Dothraki following behind at a distance. I walked behind the dwarf, watching him closely. A Lanister with Dani, who is fighting against his family. Is he to be trusted.

"You are thinking if I should be trusted aren't you."

Startled yet again I didn't answer.

"You are most likely thinking about the fact that I am helping a Targaryen. Helping her win a war against my own family." He turned to look at me slightly waiting for my answer.

I simply nodded, curious to where he is going with this.

"I have been hated by my family since I've been born, with the exception of my brother." He sighed. "Then again I think he hates me to now."

Silence.

"I never hated my family, until recently."

The hatred in his voice was obvious. Then and there I knew he wasn't lying. No one can fake that hatred. But then when he spoke of his brother I got the impression of guilt. He must of done something to hurt his brother. But then  again he can't be all bad because he feels guilt.
I sighed, feeling a headache coming on I decided to think about this later.

"I see.." is all I said

He turns around fully and looks at me, as if trying to figure me out as I did just moments ago.

"A women of few word." 

"..."

"That's okay, I am a stranger obviously I won't have your trust right away." He chuckled "with your past to take into consideration as well, it looks like I have a hard battle ahead of me." 

That took me by surprise, I don't know why exactly but i just never expected those words to come out of his mouth. My shock then turned to laughter, i lost control. My laughter caused a few confused and worried looks to be directed towards me but i didn't care. I couldn't control it, it is as if all my stress was being realised into my laughter. 

"Are.. you um okay my Lady?" 

"My Lady?" this however stopped me. "I am no Lady."

"I'm sorry if i offended you, that was not what i intended." he spoke

"Fine." i spoke coldly. 

Then awkward silence. 

Out of no where, breaking our silence, came an old man in funny clothing and a small letter in his hands, "The hand of the Queen, may you please give this to the Queen it has come from the North."

"The North?" Tyrion spoke with confusion laced into his voice.

He took the letter from the old man and looked down to the seal, i myself couldn't help but look. Stark.

"A Stark seal?" Tyrion spoke even more confused then before.

He thanked the old man and looked to me, "I believe you and I better get this to our Queen." 

i nodded to his somewhat awkward smile but i could see concern behind it, confusion, I however was curious to what it says but i think i might know what it says and i'm sure Dany isn't going to like it one bit.