Dany had almost forgotten about the Redman Ball, but that was partly due to the fact that she couldn't go. Which was fine, truly, as she was so tired from getting up at all hours to care for the infant Alysanne, that she had no energy to want to go dancing and socializing ( Read more... )

Normally, Dany awoke with the low throb of a child pressed against her full bladder, and while that was true this morning, it wasn't quite at the forefront of her mind like it normally was. She awoke instead with a start, eyes snapping open and with a sharp intake of breath. She and Galahad weren't on speaking terms since she'd done the right thing ( Read more... )

She was lost. Alone and lost in the woods, Dany was not pleased. She'd been let out of Galahad's sight only because her dragon was with her and now Drogon was off hunting. Great. Just great. All she'd wanted to do was find her hut again and she was going around in circles. With a great sigh she sat down on a felled tree and promptly broke into ( Read more... )

Dany was still heartbroken over her conversation with Lyanna. It hurt and made her feel unwanted even though she knew that was not the case. So she'd started walking, hoping that it would help to ease her mind even with the dragon by her side. She didn't know really where she was going, only that she was going and that the going was slow ( Read more... )

Sleep had been eluding Dany as of late. She could lay down one minute, but as soon as five had gone past, she found she needed to be up and moving again. And yet, as soon as day broke, she was as tired as she ought to have been at night. She worried that it might be a bad thing for a child, but then thought better on it. There was no way her babe ( Read more... )

She pulled back from the kiss, in desperate need of breath. Like this, there was no way for him to look upon her there, something she was exponentially grateful for. Her busom heaved againt his chest, eyes locked with his while wet earth pressed against her back ( Read more... )

There had been a lot of thinking going on in Dany's head lately. That isn't to say that there wasn't usually, because there was, it was just that this thinking was almost constantly circling around one subject. It wasn't something she could ask Tristan about, because Tristan wasn't from her world. Nor was it something she could ask Lyanna about ( Read more... )

Daenerys was keenly aware that she was filthy. It had been weeks since she'd had a proper hot bath. She had overheard, just once, that there were hot springs in the caves, and after getting over her initial wariness of going into a dark and unknown place, it was really not as bad as she thought it might be ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )

It had been days since Daenerys had so much as ventured close enough to Theon for conversation. To say that she had been avoiding him would've been a gross understatement of the word, but she couldn't think of any other so that would have to do ( Read more... )