𝐒𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐍 ( 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬. )

chapter seventeen.

( ACT II; the age of the dragon. )
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chapter 17: mingled hearts.

EYES wide, Daenerys' gaze could not be torn from the pile of charred bones lying within an opened burlap sack on the ground in front of her. The receiving chamber of the pyramid had grown eerily quiet after having been so busy with the hearings from the residents of Mereen who came seeking assistance from the king or to voice their complaints. This encounter quickly became the most grim of the day.

The farmer that presented the charred bones spoke in Old Ghiscari, therefore Missandei was needed to translate. The longer she looked, Daenerys' thoughts flashed back to the children that had been crucified, as well as the sickening feeling she'd felt when her body wanted to react to the heiress sight by expelling the contents of her stomach. Rage and disgust and remorse filled her in the same way it had with the slave children. Yet the death of this child was not at the hands of a crucifixion, the princess knew.

Missandei gave Daenerys a concerned expression once the man finished his claim, every ounce of his pain and grief written on his features. "He says that 'the silver one' came upon his herd mercilessly, burning the majority of his livestock as well as taking his son with it."

"Rhaellor," Daenerys stated grimly with a thin lip, knowing that of the three dragons it was obviously Vaegon's. Rhaellor was the most volatile of the trio, reserving his more gentle disposition to Vaegon alone. Her brother was off with Grey Worm, Selmy, and Jorah, sorting out options for the possible expedited journey to Westeros. Leaving Daenerys to handle some of the courtly duties, she remained on the conquered throne of Mereen, deeply troubled by the issue they were being presented.

Her expression hardened as she contemplated how she could manage the situation, at least for the time being, if at all. Dragons were not controlled, the history of their family told enough of that. Their obedience was often mistaken for control. The most she could do was offer as much consolation as was possible after such an event, if any were to be offered. A decision couldn't be made until she discussed it with Vaegon.

"Please," Daenerys told Missandei. "Tell him that the His Grace is deeply sorrowful to hear of the losses he has faced. He will be compensated three times that of what his flock was worth. And the crown offers its sincere condolences for the loss of his son."

Once Missandei has translated Daenerys' decree, the farmer was dismissed with the burlap sack of his child's remains as two Unsullied flanked him and left the receiving chambers. "Please inform the rest of those that wish to be seen that it will have to wait," she mumbled as she flattened her dress on her thighs. "This matter in particular is too pressing to wait. Im going to need to speak with the king soon."

Missandei nodded, saying, "Of course, princess. I'll see to it. Though I believe His Grace is likely still busy at the moment."

"He can spare a moment to discuss this situation," Dany stated. "Our dragons have begun to cause issues."