Wolf's Blood | Daenerys Targaryen |

Chapter Eleven

Poka

  The wind blew harshly as it would in during winter. Donner was freezing. Colder them he had ever been. Staring up at the sky, it was dark. Looking around, are saw what he could only recognize as Dothraki Screamers holding up their swords that had been lit aflame.

  What they were doing, he didn't know. To his left, he saw Ser Jorah, “Hey, ” Jorah called from his horse, “get your head in the game.”

  Donner nodded his head, taking in everything. Behind Jorah on a ridge a large distance away, Donner could see two large dragons.

  The Dothraki Screamers began to charge and everything faded to black.

  When he could see again, Donner only saw fire. The cold harsh environment warned into the fire. He could feel the pain of the flames. It was worse than the wildfire sword, worse than the flame from the ritual.

  He could hear voices outside of the flame. Some of them loud, some of them quiet.

“No matter what happens. I want you to protect your sisters.”

“He is the heir to Winterfell. Nothing more nothing less. He is Lord Stark.”

“He is a dead man. He's been dead since he was captured.”

  When Donner opened his eyes, he was laying on the floor of the roof. Next to him was a man he didn't recognize. Not the could-be-assassin, but another man.

  Donner looked around, seeing blood staining the sandstone floor. He looked at himself to see a ghostly burn mark on his arm. It looked as if it had healed and left a scar. The burns had formed to make a rune of some sort. He waved his arm around a few times, wondering what it could mean.

  He stood up shakily, almost tripping in the process. ‘Blood loss?’ He asked himself. Donner cautiously reached out towards the mystery man. As soon as he was close enough to touch him, a white snake crawled out of the man's sleeved shirt.

  Almost instantaneously, Donner jumped away. The man woke up, glancing around before a smile formed on his lips, “It worked.”

   “Poka?” Donner asked cautiously staring at the white snake.

  The man nodded, standing up. He looked at Donner's arm with a worried expression, “What does it mean?”

  “Ulcer. It means mortality and pain.” Poka said, the snake sitting on his shoulders, “You are most likely going to… things will happen. We should get your little cut taken care of.”

  “Yeah, ” Donner said, following Poka. The two of them walked in silence until they were met by two Unsullied soldiers.

  The first soldier started at both of them, wondering who Poka was. One of them said in High Valyrian, “Daenerys requests your presence in the throne room.”

  “I'll get changed and--” he began but was interrupted by the other soldier.

  “--She requests your presence now. You may bring your friend.”

  Without another word, they were escorted into the throne room. The left lower sleeve if his shirt was gone, leaving the rune to show in complete view. The rest of his clothes were fine other than a small blood stain.

  When they entered the throne room, he could hear an audible gasp, “Surprise.” He said quietly.

  Daenerys sat on the throne with Missandei by her side. Ser Barristan and Ser William stood at the beginning of the stairs with Grey Worm.