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"I have been sent to speak with you, King of the Dragons. I am your cousin Drogon and my brother Viserion has taken over our father's castle in order to keep his promise not to harm humans."

The young dragon was as large as most dragons had ever grown before they went into battle and he knew it. He also wanted very much for this man, or rather, human, to take him seriously. It would be easier if he wasn't so nervous. "My name is Daenerys Targaryen," she said when her silence stretched on too long. She did not know what else to say to someone who claimed that she was related by blood to two fire-breathing monsters. "I do not believe we are related," she lied quickly after realizing how ridiculous the claim sounded. The last thing she needed right now was more enemies, even imaginary ones like this king might be. Her people were still trying to kill each other all across Westeros just weeks ago! And there was no way she'd go back home and explain herself to her uncle. If he didn't want her at court then he could send her away. No one but Khal Drogo had tried to tell her where to live since becoming Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. This was an unexpected surprise. A pleasant one perhaps…but still a surprise. So far she hadn't liked any surprises.

Drogon tilted his head curiously and gave her another suspicious look. Why did her family always think that being royalty meant giving them free reign? There should have been some sort of ceremony before announcing their arrival, especially since Daenerys had never seen nor heard from either dragon until this moment. What was going through these creatures' minds anyway? Hadn't anyone warned them about the dangers involved with visiting her lands? Did they expect everyone to bow down and kiss their feet? How rude. "Why have you come?"

"Your father promised us both freedom and safe passage, though only if we brought proof that we had slain Ser Cortnay Penrose." His tone was sharp enough to cut glass; Daenerys felt certain that her uncle's death must have been avenged somehow because otherwise why wouldn't her uncle simply turn around and march straight back to King's Landing without stopping here first? That seemed illogical. "It seems that we've failed in our task—though I suppose we're still alive which makes me wonder—" Drogon paused again. Perhaps he realized that saying something negative against the queen would be unwise at such close proximity. Or maybe he thought that Daenerys herself would hear his words and punish him for speaking poorly of the crown. Regardless, he decided not to press his point further.

Daenerys cleared her throat and smiled sweetly as best she could under the circumstances. "We need nothing from you but safe passage. You may leave whenever you wish."

He looked amused once more, as well he might considering her offer. "No doubt your precious guards will stop us wherever we try to fly away…"

She raised her eyebrows slightly. Was he referring to her dragon guards? They were certainly fierce-looking, although their presence was not required. But she understood his meaning. If he was afraid of getting eaten by her dragons then perhaps he'd stay put until her uncle arrived. After all, if her uncle had ordered her to bring along three dragons for protection then she couldn't afford to offend him by refusing. Besides, it might make him feel better knowing that she had backup nearby. In truth, her guards weren't nearly as fearsome looking as the dragons; in fact, they often wore colorful tunics and rode small horses instead of walking everywhere. Most of them were quite kind and respectful, however, and had proven themselves time and time again during the war. As a result, Daenerys had made sure that all of her loyal men received special permission to carry weapons within the city walls so long as they left them holstered while inside. Even her brother Viserion flew with his sword strapped to his saddle in order to remind him and others that he was dangerous, and yet the threat remained largely symbolic. The Night King had burned everything important to them years earlier and few of the surviving warriors wanted anything to do with fighting anymore. For many days, those same brave souls had gone hungry whilst hiding behind closed doors, waiting to see whether their queen would survive the attempt on her life. When she came out unscathed, she had rewarded her faithful followers with gold and silver coins and even given the captain of her personal guard the title of Lord Commander. All things considered, the people of Meereen seemed happy with their new government. Still, there was no reason to antagonize her visitors.

"If you mean my dragons, I assure you they will allow you to pass unmolested." Though she had told the lie before, she found herself hoping it might hold true this time. She doubted the young king would want to risk upsetting her uncle.

A slow smile spread across Drogon's face. "I'm glad to hear that. We'll be flying west, though we don't intend to land anywhere near the Wall. If it's all the same to you, I'd prefer to travel faster than night can reach us." He glanced up toward the sky and she followed his gaze. Sure enough, clouds obscured the moon and stars, making it difficult to determine just how dark it was. Not that she particularly cared at the moment. She was already weary and the prospect of a journey filled with endless questions was proving to be exhausting. She needed to get some sleep. She turned back to Drogon, ignoring the slight pang in her chest that lingered from seeing Tyrion Lannister die. He was not her family member, and yet she had loved him almost as dearly as her own twin brother Rhaegar. Now, there were no more Targaryens remaining in the world. Her parents were dead, the last two brothers she'd known had perished together in the Red Wedding, and her uncle and aunt were currently on the verge of doing the same. She was alone. She wondered what else awaited her upon the horizon.