Those words echoed in her mind for the rest of the day. She did not have a good feeling about this mission, but as queen, Daenerys couldn't afford to let even the smallest shred of doubt show. Her people looked to her for strength, and she could not -- would not -- let them down.
The night before the men's departure, Dany could not sleep. She paced restlessly about her chambers, unable to distract herself from a mounting feeling of dread. A waning moon hung low in the sky, surrounded by bright stars. There would be no bad weather, no reason to delay the inevitable.
'He will return, she told herself. My bear will return to me, and when he does, I will feel foolish for ever doubting.
It was nearly dawn before Dany drifted off to sleep, and when she did, vivid dreams plagued her. Viserys whispered in her ear, and Drogo's rough hands grabbed at her, and Mirri Maz Durr laughed at her...
When Missandei woke her she had been whimpering in her sleep. Dany clung to the other woman until the images faded, and she could not recall what had upset her so in the first place.
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Dozens of men scurried about the beach, readying the ship that would take them further north. Daenerys had personally made sure the men had everything they would need for their journey and more. Her children were out hunting, which was just as well -- even the men who had been with her the longest grew nervous when they were nearby.
Jon Snow tried several times to engage her in discussion, but Daenerys had not the patience for it, though she was never rude. She kept glancing over at Jorah, hoping for an opening that would allow them to speak privately, if only for a moment. Sadly, that moment never came.
After bidding Jon Snow, the blacksmith, Thoros, Clegane, and the others good fortune, she approached Jorah. The smile on her face was convincing...to those who did not know her well. "I pray the gods watch over you, Ser Jorah," she said softly. Though men were coming and going around them, it felt as if they were strangely removed from it all. "And...I pray you remember your promise to me."
Her queenly demeanor disappeared briefly, revealing a tender expression on her face. Violet eyes gazed up at him, brimming with emotion that she had yet to understand. "Come back soon, and come back unharmed."
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Date: 2019-10-12 08:28 pm (UTC)Those words echoed in her mind for the rest of the day. She did not have a good feeling about this mission, but as queen, Daenerys couldn't afford to let even the smallest shred of doubt show. Her people looked to her for strength, and she could not -- would not -- let them down.
The night before the men's departure, Dany could not sleep. She paced restlessly about her chambers, unable to distract herself from a mounting feeling of dread. A waning moon hung low in the sky, surrounded by bright stars. There would be no bad weather, no reason to delay the inevitable.
'He will return, she told herself. My bear will return to me, and when he does, I will feel foolish for ever doubting.
It was nearly dawn before Dany drifted off to sleep, and when she did, vivid dreams plagued her. Viserys whispered in her ear, and Drogo's rough hands grabbed at her, and Mirri Maz Durr laughed at her...
When Missandei woke her she had been whimpering in her sleep. Dany clung to the other woman until the images faded, and she could not recall what had upset her so in the first place.
===
Dozens of men scurried about the beach, readying the ship that would take them further north. Daenerys had personally made sure the men had everything they would need for their journey and more. Her children were out hunting, which was just as well -- even the men who had been with her the longest grew nervous when they were nearby.
Jon Snow tried several times to engage her in discussion, but Daenerys had not the patience for it, though she was never rude. She kept glancing over at Jorah, hoping for an opening that would allow them to speak privately, if only for a moment. Sadly, that moment never came.
After bidding Jon Snow, the blacksmith, Thoros, Clegane, and the others good fortune, she approached Jorah. The smile on her face was convincing...to those who did not know her well. "I pray the gods watch over you, Ser Jorah," she said softly. Though men were coming and going around them, it felt as if they were strangely removed from it all. "And...I pray you remember your promise to me."
Her queenly demeanor disappeared briefly, revealing a tender expression on her face. Violet eyes gazed up at him, brimming with emotion that she had yet to understand. "Come back soon, and come back unharmed."