𝕯𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖔𝖓 𝕾𝖊𝖙 𝕱𝖗𝖊𝖊 | Oneshot

The horse knew her well, all it took was the slightest nudge with her knees and they would be galloping steadily across the open fields, the warm air blowing her silver hair behind her. The Dothraki were not a sentimental people, and saw no use in naming their animals. But it didn’t matter. Dany loved her silver with her whole heart, name or no.

Unbidden, she found her thoughts drifting back to Viserys. It seemed that his temper was more unpredictable now then ever. Dany had to watch her words carefully for fear of waking the dragon. It seemed that even the most innocent of conversations could flare her brother’s temper. No longer did she send her handmaidens to bring her brother messages, for fear that they would come to harm. She told herself that once he received his golden crown, he would leave, and she could finally put her worries to rest.

By now the sun had started to disappear on the horizon and Dany knew it would soon be time for supper. The anxious knot in her stomach would no doubt prevent her from keeping anything down. She didn’t dare invite her brother to eat with her, not until his temper had settled. Soon she would have to dismount, to face her husband and his deafening silence. But she would allow herself a few more minutes with her silver before it was time to face reality once more.

Sensing the shift in her mood, her silver had slowed to a trot. Reluctantly, she nudged the horse to a stop and dismounted, stroking the animal’s soft mane in a silent goodbye. She had barely ed the presence of her handmaidens who were waiting in the near distance with fresh sandsilks and soft slippers for her feet. She ordered Irri to run her a steaming bath to soak her sore muscles.

Tomorrow would be a new day. Perhaps things would be better. She had to believe that they would. With that thought in mind, she forced herself to eat some bread and cheese, and soon fell asleep, dreaming of home.

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