The Last Targaryens

Chapter 7 - Here for You

"My Lady, from what I know, the Queen has not been able to eat anything but berries, without getting sick. The Maester has told me very little, but he is not too concerned with her health, meaning not much is wrong with her." 

Sansa looking at Little Finger thoughtfully, "Have one of your spies keep a close eye on her. Let them get close to her. I need to know everything that is going on within herself, the people she talks too, and what she does."

Little Finger nodded "Of course my lady, it is already in motion." Sansa was  delighted that the spies are already on the move. "I expect information as soon as possible" Sansa replied, as she walked out of the room, leaving Little Finger in her chambers alone.

The next morning...

Daenerys had woken up, with Jon still sleeping beside her. It was quite early, and she did not want to wake him. She smiled and looked at him. His naked body covered by fur blankets below his waist. She wanted all of him in this moment, she wanted to wake him and let him kiss her all over her body. She was craving him, but he had been up late for the past few weeks dealing with his sisters and the Northern Lords. This was the first night in a while he was finally able to get some rest.

She covered her naked body with only the white fur cloak. Daenerys quietly opened the door not to wake Jon, and headed down to the kitchen to get some berries. As Daenerys got to the kitchen a meal was already prepared, but no cooks or servants were present. It had berries, some quail eggs, and a sort of herbal drink to wash it all down. Daenerys had not been able to eat anything but berries since last month, but she ate the entire plate. The herbal drink especially, helped quite a lot.

Just as Daenerys was cleaning up her plate, a young servant entered, "Ah your Grace, let me help you with that." The servant grabbed the plate from Daenerys hand's and started to wash it. "Your Grace, I see you finally ate more than just berries." Daenerys looking at the girl suspiciously, never seeing her before "Yes, finally..., what is your name? I've never seen you before." The young servant smiled, as she dried the plate "My name is Ellya Rivers, your Grace. I'm quite new here, I only work in the kitchen in the early morning hours. I still have to finish my studies, so I don't have a ton of time on my hands."

"I'm sorry, I never question the servants who work here, but it's just....well its a long story. I just... I'm quite suspicious of everyone around me recently, so new faces don't sit quite well with me." Daenerys telling the servant. "It's alright, you are Queen in the North now, I am here to serve you. I don't mind answering a few questions, if that is what you need to ease your mind." Daenerys smiling back at Ellya "Thank you, that means a lot. I'll know who to come to next time I have questions about something." Ellya smiled back. "Your Grace, before you leave, I was told by Grand Maester to ask you how you are feeling this morning?" Daenerys looked at the girl happily, "I'm feeling quite well, I finally ate more than berries, you can tell him that." Daenerys then left the Kitchen.

As Daenerys was heading back upstairs to go and see Jon, she felt terribly ill, and vomitted into the stool of her chambers. The door was open quite a bit. Standing outside peaking through the cracks was Little Finger. He was keeping a close eye on Daenerys as were his spies. Everything Daenerys was doing from here on out was important, not just to him but to Sansa as well. 

Jon woke up to sound of Daenerys throwing up.

He jumped out of bed throwing on a tunic to cover himself, and ran over to her. He held her hair up and held her close to him. He rubbed her back to comfort her. Daenerys coughed, finally getting it all out. "I need to lie down" Daenerys saying to Jon weakly. Jon picked her up, as she curled up against his chest, shutting her eyes and holding her head. Jon placed her on the bed gently, covering her up with the blankets. He called for the Maester to get some snow from outside to place on Daenerys's forehead. Jon sat up beside her, holding her close, as she drifted in and out of sleep. As Jon waited for the Maester to return from getting snow for Daenerys' heated forehead, he kissed her lightly on the forehead as she was shivering. Jon pulled her even closer, trying to keep her as warm as possible. 

"Jon...." Daenerys said very softly and weak. Jon looked down to Daenerys as he held her. "I...I.. I don't feel so well." He kissed her on the head "I know my love, I'm not gonna leave you. I'm going to stay right here and take care of you" Daenerys nodded very slightly and drifted off to sleep again.

The Maester finally arrived with the snow and placed it on her forehead with a dry piece of thin cotton to keep the snow separated from the skin.

"Your Grace....there is something you need to know" the Master said quietly to Jon.