[Contains GoT spoilers! This series follows Seasons 2 through 8 of Game of Thrones.] Rhaena Velaryon is the daughter of the late Lord of the Tides, Trysten Velaryon, and of the former Princess of House Targaryen, Visaerya Velaryon. Living on the isl...
Jon leaves them and retires to their chambers with a worried glance. Rain is nervous, but she'll be okay. Daenerys may seem imposing, but Rain is sure she can speak to her without fear of harm. Tyrion nods at her after Jon shuts the door and she follows the small man through the halls of Dragonstone. He does not take her far, for just past the throne room is another room. It is a spacious chamber with dragons carved in the stony walls and a very large carved table of Westeros. And at the end of the chamber, shadowed by the setting sun shining through the dark pillars, Daenerys stands. She faces the ocean and watches the semi-clear sky. She came from Essos, a place no doubt always shining and sunny and warm. She must be savoring the brief change in weather. Since Rain has been here, the skies have either been stormy or gloomy.
"Your grace," Tyrion announces. "Lady Rhaena Velaryon requests an audience with you." Rain sees the Dragon Queen turn and face her, a serious look on her face. She can see some minor resemblances in her face that she often sees in her own - like her small nose.
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Daenerys looks her over and turns fully to face them, clasping her hands together. Rain can see the three-headed dragon brooch sitting prominently on her chest and the metal of it glitters in what little sunlight there is. Tyrion nods at her and steps back to stand in the back of the room, allowing her to say what she needs to say.
"Lady Rhaena." Daenerys greets her and sounds sincere. Rain wonders why she would be somewhat happy to see her. They've just met after all, and Jon's inner wolf has snarled at her viciously. Though, Rhaena would be more than glad if she had other family besides the one she knows. "What can I do for you?" She begins to move around the table slowly. Rain takes a deep breath and examines the chamber.
"I've come to ask something of you on behalf of my King, your grace." She says. It makes Daenerys purse her lips at the mention of Jon, like she has a wound he inflicted upon her that isn't fully healed yet.
"Oh." She glances at the floor before meeting her eyes again. "And what does he ask of me now apart from helping him fight dead men?" She asks, her tone bland.
"Well, for one, they are real, I can assure you. The Northerners are not the only ones who believe in the threat." Rain tells her, seeing her blink slowly like she is already annoyed with her. "Second, we know that Dragonstone houses a large amount of dragonglass-"
"Dragonglass?" Daenerys inquires. Her cousin nods.
"Yes, your grace. Dragonglass is a volcanic substance. We can forge weapons with it."
"Weapons to fight your dead men, I assume."
Rain watches her run her hand across the large table, then taking the chance to glance at Tyrion in the back of the room. When he nods, Rain continues. "I was in the Night's Watch, your grace." Daenerys raises an eyebrow curiously.
"I thought the Night's Watch only allowed men in their order."
"I proved them wrong." Rain's remark brings a small smirk to Daenerys' face. "One of my brothers in black, Sam is his name, found a bundle of dragonglass beyond the wall. With it, he used it to slay a White Walker. He would tell us of how it shrieked horribly before shattering like iced glass." Her cousin seems to be trying to mentally picture the situation. "One of the reasons we came here was to humbly ask if we would be able to mine it and ship it to the North to be forged in to weapons. And judging from your reaction, it seems you have no need for it all."
Daenerys is silent for a moment as she ponders her words. Rain tries to will her with her mind to agree, but knows it not to be that easy. The Queen's eyes briefly drift to her swollen belly. "How far along are you?"
"Almost four moons, your grace."
"I'm happy for you." She says almost sadly, making Rain wonder why. Her cousin looks again her belly longingly, but takes a deep breath and quickly regains her composure. "I've yet to meet someone who challenges me like the King in the North does. Even the Dothraki were easy to persuade. Your lover is a stubborn one."
"I know."
"I wonder, how did you you ever manage it? He seems like his heart is as cold as the ice he lives on." Jon certainly has that cold first impression. Rain remembers it when they first met, clear as day.
"I'm a better fighter than he is." Rain's remark makes Daenerys smile again as she looks down at the table. "I never let him forget it."
Daenerys finally looks up from the table after another pause. "I will allow you to mine the dragonglass that you need, as well as provide you with the equipment necessary." Rain can hardly believe her ears. She was anticipating more resistance and to have to argue more. As if she can read her mind Daenerys holds up a finger when she sees her bright smile. "Know I don't do this for him or his dead men, but for you. You are my cousin, one of my last family members. I don't intend on losing that miraculous gift." She lowers her hand back to the table.
"I can't thank you enough, your grace. You're doing a great service to the North."
"Please," Daenerys gently says with a new warm smile. "you may call me Dany."
