One's King was not treated this way

[lannister_king]

The narrow streets were lined by men of the City Watch, holding back the crowd with the shafts of their spears. Ser Jacelyn Bywater went in front, heading a wedge of mounted lancers in black ringmail and golden cloaks. Behind him came Ser Aron Santagar and Ser Balon Swann, bearing the king's banners, the lion of Lannister and crowned stag of

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[wokethedragon]

Dany was riding through the forest, laughing as the wind whipped through her hair when she came upon a boy. Well, not quite the boy first. First she came upon the stench and then her silver slowed to a halt as the smell pierced her nostrils.

She was laughing and out of breath and looking very much like a child of the forest in her sage green flowing dress that rippled behind her in the breeze. "Good day, my lord. Have you lost something?" she asked, trying to place where she'd seen his shit splattered face before.

[lannister_king]

She looked as if she could at least be a noble of some sort, especially as she was mounted, though Joffrey did not recognise her. "My city it would seem, and my Dog." the words were sharp and short, his crown crooked in his hair, but none of these things mattered. "There is some witchery about and I would have you stay back." For all he knew she could be the witch.

[wokethedragon]

"Mmm," Dany intoned as she patted the side of her silver's neck while the mare reached down to munch on some foliage. "New to this place then are you? From whence do-" And then she noticed his clothing, the crown and the joy drained from her face. "How far the mighty have fallen," she commented seriously. She should've noticed at the first, should've seen the lions in red and gold all over the place. Dany's fingers tightened around her silver's reins and she sat a little straighter. "Do you know who I am, boy?"

[lannister_king]

"Boy?" His hand moved to rest on the hilt of his sword as his other gripped tight to the bridle. His anger rose in him again, they were all traitors, every one. "You would call me boy? I am your King!"

[wokethedragon]

"You are no king of mine," Dany spat at him. "I am Daenerys Targaryen called Stormborn, the Unburnt, Mother of Dragons, Khaleesi of the Dothraki, Trueborn Queen of the Andals, Rhoynar, and the First Men, and Lady of the Seven Kingdoms. No mere child rules over me." Her voice remained steady and regal even as she glared down at him.

"Release your sword, boy, for a fire circles overhead that no power drunk kitten can-" she cut herself off. Drogon flew above, racing the wind and keeping an ever watchful eye on her, of course, but that didn't mean...

She dismounted and stood barefoot next to her silver who was still grazing, not paying any mind to what was going on around her. "By the seven, you can't," she said, bringing her hand to her face as she realized why he looked so familiar. He looked, for the life of her, like a small version of Billy. Dany swallowed the bile that rose in her throat at the thought of it of him looking like the man she held most dear in any world. Even under the shit on his face she could see familiar curves

[lannister_king]

Joffrey laughed, covered in shit and refuse, panicked and not knowing where he was, he laughed, a cold hard sound. "You? My father killed yours, and took his throne. You're mad likely, like the rest of your family, and have no right to be adressing me as such. What are you, ruler of wild tribes?"

His lip curled in disgust, barely noticing how he looked at her. But more than being angry he was afraid. Afraid and taking it out on this woman, never admitting such a thing for he was not one to fear.

[wokethedragon]

"Your father killed my brother," Dany corrected. "Your coward of an uncle slew my father, but that matters little here. You are no longer anywhere near my throne."

But...wait, hadn't she received word that Joffrey was dead? Still he looked too old to be the other boy. What was his name? Tommen? Dany couldn't remember. The Game of Thrones seemed like so long ago now almost a year and a half after her arrival here.

"You are on an island, ser, and by the grace of the seven that is all I shall tell you about this place."

[lannister_king]

"Does it matter who killed who?" It did matter, and Joffrey knew that, but at this moment nothing made sense. "An Island? What sort of nonsense is this. You will tell me."

[wokethedragon]

"It matters quite a bit," Dany said as she swung up into the saddle again. "And I shall tell you nothing more of this place. You can find out for yourself the sort of madness you have been brought into."

[lannister_king]

"You are mad," Joffrey hissed, backing away from her, 'This is some witchery you've had performed. Well you will not have my throne, no matter what you try."

[wokethedragon]

Dany laughed, low and musical. "Oh would that it was, princeling." She gathered up the reins and pulled her silver's head back up to where it ought to be. "The compound is that way," she pointed. "If you wish to wipe the shit off of your face."

[lannister_king]

"If I find this was you," His tone was low and threatening, but he felt more a boy than anything. A boy and alone, his bravado building to compensate. "Begone Witch."

[wokethedragon]

"You shall do nothing because I am better protected and better loved than ever you will be. Anon, good sir shit," Dany said as she trotted off.

[lannister_king]

He would have shouted after her, but he kept his rage in check, knowing that if this were not some sorcery he would have his revenge on her. He would.