i'm willing to break myself, i'm not afraid

Apr 24, 2006 23:33

When Daenerys awoke, she found herself snuggled against Galahad's side. It was oddly comfortable, her head on his shoulder, nestled between his arm and his body.

She pulled away, careful not to wake him and went to go find someplace to use the bathroom.

Later on in the day, she could still smell him on her. It wasn't the same way that Theon clung to her, but more an ever present glow. She'd forgotten how much she missed having a warrior and while she wasn't sure yet if Galahad qualified as one, she was glad to have him.

Just then, she was sitting in his patch of grass. Her silver-blonde hair still damp from the shower she'd just taken and hanging loose, just barely dusting the top of her shoulders. She had a piece of paper and a pencil.

On it, she wrote "Daenerys Targaryen, called Stormborn, Mother of Dragons, The Unburnt, Khaleesi of the Dothraki, True Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, Castaway." She was starting to worry that eventually it would take an age just to announce her arrival.

Drogon was hunting.

It was quiet and still.

She liked it like this.

She could think if she wanted to, but she didn't particularly want to.

nc17, galahad

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