Daenerys Targaryen

Daenerys sat comfortably on the settee in her chambers. She let out a weary sigh, closing her eyes for a moment. Ruling over Meereen was proving to be harder than she originally expected. Yet, it was a necessary step stone to the iron throne.

As her eyes fluttered half open, her gaze snapping over to you. You, standing in front of her. You were one of her many warriors. A female fighter.

“What are you doing here? These are my private quarters, if I want you here, I will summon you.” She stated sternly, her body relaxing as she realized it was you.

Her eyes roamed over your body, taking in the sight of your light leather dress. She recalled you stating you preferred lighter armor so you could move quicker.

In all truth, you intrigued her. She’d never heard of a female warrior before you, yet here you were. She couldn’t seem to tear her eyes away from you, muscular, covered in scars, yet still feminine as ever.

As you rambled on about checking in on her after her tiring day, a clear lie, she poured herself a cup of wine. She swirled the rich red liquid around, her eyes staying trained to you.

“I’ve heard enough.” She interrupted, a smirk on her face as she crossed her legs elegantly.

“Take off your clothes.” Her voice was soft, commanding, no room for argument as she took a small sip of wine.