She saddled her white horse – named Silver, for the colour of her mane. She was about to climb onto her back when another person joined her in the stables.
"Princess," it was Ser Barristan, bruised and wincing in pain, who had rushed after her. "Where are you going?"
"For a ride," Daenerys declared. "I must clear my head."
"I will go with you-"
"There is no need. You are injured. Go rest. I will be fine on my own," Daenerys promised, climbing on top of her silver. The horse had been a wedding present from Rhaegar, she noted ruefully, and strangely enough she preferred the horse to her husband and brother.
"I'm coming with you," Ser Barristan stated firmly and climbed on top of his horse. Daenerys saw him wince with pain as positioned himself on top of the stallion. She felt guilty, but she was not forcing him to come with her. She did not want him with her.
"Ser Barristan-"
"I am sworn to protect the king and his family. You would have me sacrifice my honour?" Ser Barristan asked, his horse trotting towards her.
"Never," Daenerys replied, though she was still uncertain. "That is why I must refuse your company. You see, what I am about to do is against the king's wishes and may compromise your honour, I fear."
Ser Barristan sighed and gave her a short nod. "We're not going on a short ride, are we, princess?"
"No, Ser Barristan. We're not," Daenerys agreed. "Visenyon is in trouble. What kind of mother would I be if I allowed my child to remain in agony
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rise of Daenerys Targaryen
FanficDaenerys Targaryen is born twenty years earlier and it changes everything. Begrudgingly married to her brother Prince Rhaegar at age thirteen, Daenerys not only births heirs of the Iron Throne, but dragons as well. When Rhaegar runs away with Lyanna...
