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randomosity2015-04-14 10:05 pm
motheroftitles) wrote in randomosity2015-04-14 10:05 pm
[For Jorah] Reclaiming Dragons
Viserion and Rhaegal had been locked away in the larger dungeons. It had absolutely killed Daenerys to do it, but she could not have her children flying about killing innocent people. Innocent children especially. But they were feral now - angry. Each time she had tried to enter the dungeon both her dragons had snapped viciously at her and breathed intense plumes of fire at her that had Daenerys feeling terror she hadn't felt in some time.
This was what she had tasked Ser Jorah with: Helping her regain control of her dragons, her children. When he had been by her side, all had been well - the instant he left, everything had begun to fall apart. Nothing had gone as smoothly as it once had after she had exiled Jorah. But he was back now, that's what mattered.
Perhaps he had been right when he had said she'd babied her dragons too much. But she hadn't had it in her to physically discipline them, or bring them harm in general.
They stood before the dungeons, the stone door had been rolled aside, but there was only ink-black darkness that stared back at them. Daenerys couldn't help but breathe deep, showing her fear when she stood beside him. Deep down she worried, what if she never regained control of her children? Had she been foolish to call herself the Mother of Dragons?
Her violet eyes glanced up to him, trying to maintain some semblance of her strength and ferocity. But Jorah knew her - deep down she knew he would see her true feelings.
"Are you ready, Ser Jorah?" she asked, keeping her tone level as she took a step towards the open door.
This was what she had tasked Ser Jorah with: Helping her regain control of her dragons, her children. When he had been by her side, all had been well - the instant he left, everything had begun to fall apart. Nothing had gone as smoothly as it once had after she had exiled Jorah. But he was back now, that's what mattered.
Perhaps he had been right when he had said she'd babied her dragons too much. But she hadn't had it in her to physically discipline them, or bring them harm in general.
They stood before the dungeons, the stone door had been rolled aside, but there was only ink-black darkness that stared back at them. Daenerys couldn't help but breathe deep, showing her fear when she stood beside him. Deep down she worried, what if she never regained control of her children? Had she been foolish to call herself the Mother of Dragons?
Her violet eyes glanced up to him, trying to maintain some semblance of her strength and ferocity. But Jorah knew her - deep down she knew he would see her true feelings.
"Are you ready, Ser Jorah?" she asked, keeping her tone level as she took a step towards the open door.
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[When the healer arrived to attend to her, Daenerys refused to let anyone move her from Jorah's arms. His grip was her safe haven. She ignored Ser Barristan and his glares, they were no concern to her.]
[The healer applied a soothing ointment to help disinfect the wound. Then he wrapped it in a medicine-soaked cloth. The healer then informed both men that she would need to be taken to her chamber to rest. When Barristan reached to take her away, Daenerys gave a sound of protest and leaned against Jorah.]
Please don't go... [Her words were soft, meant only for him.]