Secrecy (Misserys)
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Last published Tue, Feb 9, 2021
"I love you missandei" Daenerys smiled as she pressed her against the walls, hiding in the dark passway.
"i know you do, your grace" she giggled and pressed there lips togther.
"do you really, because this feels wrong, like I can't show everyone how much I love you" she purssed her lips and moved her hands to her sides.
"your Grace, the people will not support a queen whose openly kissing a girl" she ran her hand in Daenerys white hair, she so badly too wanted the world to know, but she didn't want Daenerys to lose the one thing she's been fighting for her whole life, the iron throne.
"well, they'll have to support there queen" Daenerys moved in for a kiss but missandei swerved away causing a look of confusion. "You saw how easily they gave up the master of meeren. Once you have the iron throne, i am sure we can be public, but until then, you have to pretend to love Jon,your Grace, i can't lose you."she pushed Daenerys against the wall kissing her one more time before disappearing into the lonely hall.
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