dream a little dream of me? [locked to galahad timed for stark-wake up from homeplot]
Dany was disoriented to say the least. She had spent four days trapped in Winterfell and at least two of them had ended with her in tears. It was like all seven hells at once and she didn't know what she had done to deserve it
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"I am Daenerys Targaryen, called Stormborn." There was no going back now. Even though she had not said the words in weeks, they still rolled off her tongue as if she had heard them every day of her life. "The Unburnt, Mother of Dragons, Khaleesi of the Dothraki, and True Queen of the Seven Kingdoms."
She did not wait long for his reaction to that. "For as long as I can remember, I've been running for my life," she began carefully. And then she found herself relating to him the whole of her story. Well, not the whole of it, but enough to at least whet his appetite for her. From the House with the Red Door, to Viserys's abuse and her arranged marriage to Drogo. She told of her brother's treachery and greed and how it lead to his demise. She told him of the prophecy regarding Rhaego and how the maegi ended all of that out of Dany's own need to save her husband. She told of the birth of her dragons and her journey across the red waste. She spoke of the warlocks and of the Unsullied to the moment she arrived on the beach with her Drogon.
What she left out was how dearly she loved Drogo. He was dead and gone, and even retelling his part in her life would not move her to weep for him any longer. She left out details about Jorah and his presumed intimacy with her. She left out the way men spoke to her as if she were a common whore. But most of all, she didn't include how little she regretted and how she did not think she could lose another so dear to her to some magic and treachery.
Daenerys was generally a strong woman, but there were a faint few tears tracking their way down her cheek. Enough to be noticed, but not all out crying. She missed her dragons, the two that had not come with, but that was it.
"And then, Drogon and I were on the rocks here and you know the whole of what has happened here."
Only when she was finished did she stop to rest. Perhaps it had all been of a need to get it all out for fear that if he stopped her, she never would.
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He wiped her few tears away with his thumbs, quiet for a long moment as he tried to figure out what to say. There were no proper words he could think of for this. Arthur had always found words for any occasion, never Galahad. Even so, Galahad knew the only thing he could easily give Dany was himself. She needed him as much as he was starting to need her.
"I don't know what to say," he said honestly and quietly, a small smile on his lips. "But I'll still be here, if you would still have me."
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But Galahad had known none of that before now. None. And still he smiled at her as if nothing had changed between them.
"I do not think I have the strength in me to send you away, my Galahad, even if I wanted to." And she prayed to the Gods every night that she never had to. Already, she had lost too many men dear to her. She would not count this knight among them.
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He kissed her again softly, almost as if to make sure that yes, she was there and awake in his arms. "You've been asleep for four days," he said, his mouth brushing against hers. "You must be hungry."
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Food.
She hadn't realized she was hungry until Galahad said as much. Before she could reply, her stomache decided to take matters into its own hands, answering him with a low rumble. She laughed and flushed slightly. "I am, yes. What food have we?"
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