Silver [Daenerys Targaryen Imagines]

Late Bouquets

Summary : You were forced to return from exile because of an attempted murder.

Words : 2.4k+

A/N : well well… never stop sending dany requests I live off of them. [requested by anon]

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It was a thing to be the closest confidant of the Mother of Dragons, and it was another to be exiled from the very Kingdom she was ruling, twice. Most would say it was your own self-righteousness, your rebellious ways of going against orders getting the best of you. It wasn’t that you hadn’t tried – you did, many times, without any unexpected diversion towards yet another mischief. Perhaps it was the lack thereof that caused it; and with many Lords alike unimpressed by your doings, Daenerys hadn’t much choice but to bid their requests.

Now, you were on Dragonstone, living in a small hut near the Dragons’ caves, faraway from the population as to avoid unwanted mishaps. Or, that was what they were led to believe. The Queen’s best soldier wouldn’t be disposed of that easily – only her and her few advisors knew it, though they weren’t about to announce it to the world.

Through Daenerys’ reign, many disagreements had happened that led them to several set backs; the North’s independence, the Dothraki that was given rights to roam every city freely. The Seven – now six – Kingdoms was in shambles, broken and wounded from the previous war for the throne. But, as they’d all chanted and praised her for, Daenerys had done everything in her power to unite and bring them all to glory. Despite the traitorous acts from her advisors and allies alike, she’d succeeded.

Aegon the Conqueror with teats, they called her. Though the title only became supplementary as she made a name for herself – many names, in fact, that you couldn’t in your right mind begin to recite all of them like Missandei had always done so effortlessly. With the fame, also came the dangers of being the most powerful Queen ever known in Westeros. Daenerys had people tasting her food before she feasted, and not few people had died or suffered from the poison in it. The only time she got to be alone was when flying or with her dragons, though it had too been rare these days with all her duties and problems piling up.

It was a surprise when a messenger slid a roll of paper into your coat, the messy handwritten note sent by Grey Worm sending you into a frenzy as soon as the first words registered. An attack. The Queen wounded, no one knows. It should’ve taken more to cause such a panic that a notice was sent for you, and the thought alone was enough reason to arrange for a journey to Kings Landing. The dragons had gotten up, as if sensing the pressing distress their mother was in, and you saw them take off into the cloudy sky. Oh, how convenient it would be to be a dragon right now. Shaking your head in exasperation, you began the trip with worry etched in your heart.

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Missandei was nothing but worried at her Queen’s condition. She had long let go of her trust issues against the maesters, but she knew it wouldn’t be wise to call upon them for this incident. It had been a normal, tiring day for Daenerys; sitting through courts, discussing political matters, solving economical problems. Then came the time she had set apart to listen to her subjects – just like she’d done in Mereen. It was attended by one related person at a time, one of the unsullied, Missandei and her advisors.

The man – poised as a sailor and dressed in ragged clothes – was carrying a knife in his pocket the whole time. He moved quickly, so fast that no one in the room had seen it coming. A offending object was lodged in her stomach in a blink of an eye, and the convict was decapitated by the head without hesitation by Grey Worm. Tyrion insisted he shouldn’t have, but everyone else was too focused on their bleeding Queen to heed his words. It was agreed upon that no words should be passed to anyone outside the room until it was safe to do so. Except for one.