Jun. 5th, 2019

decisiveconquest: (ғʀᴀɢɪʟᴇ)
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WHO: Daenerys Targaryen
WHAT: Exactly. What is happening.
WHERE: Tucked away in a safe corner.
WHEN: A few days after she arrives.

(From what information she has gathered Daenerys has come to the conclusion that she is trapped under some awful spell. Was it cast by the Night King? Or is someone else to blame? The last thing she remembers is the light of her Dothraki's arakhs being extinguished. Drogon had been at her side, ready to avenge his brother, and she is just now realizing how much she has come to rely on him. Without him, she feels exposed and vulnerable.)

I am Daenerys Targaryen, Queen of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Protector of the Seven Kingdoms, Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, Lady of Dragonstone, Breaker of Chains, Mother of Dragons and The Unburnt. If anyone has information on our current situation, I want to hear it.

(Vulnerability isn't new to her; she knows how to bend it to her will; to put on a mask while inside she is shaking.)

We will be safer if we work together. (Unless this is a repeat of her welcome to Westeros, of course. She will lead here like she had done in the East. She must.) Those with the skills of soldiers, make yourselves known. We can establish a meeting point and set our temporary (What should she call all of this?) abode to rights. If anyone is injured, we can surely find creative methods to bringing you some relief.

The shadows will not consume us.