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Anythingdrabble Challenge 204 - Turning back
Title: Turning back
Fandom: Game of Thrones
Characters/Pairings: Danaerys
Word Count: 500 words
Rating: PG
Notes: Written for Challenge 204 - West at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Summary: Dany knows they are headed in the wrong direction.
Dany rested a hand against her stomach as her horse swayed her from side to side. She should have felt some kind of guilt over the memory of what had transpired the night before. She'd watched her brother being murdered mercilessly by her own husband, burned to death by a pot of molten gold poured over his head, causing hair and flesh to burn and melt off his skull, before solidifying into the crown he'd so desperately yearned for. At the time she remembered her own disembodied voice stating that her brother was no dragon, for fire could not kill the dragon. Now she wasn't entirely sure why she'd said it. She didn't honestly believe Viserys was the blood of the dragon, it was just the name he used for the raging temper inside of him. She'd awoke it more thpimes than she could count, but now she nomoinger had to live in fear of it. All her brother's dreams and ambitions of retaking the Iron Throne of Westeros had died with him.
Yet strangely, even as her horse continued to rock and lull her into its comforting rhythm as the Khalasaar headed ever eastwards, Danaerys felt a pull inside her that had nothing to do with the baby she carried - her stallion who would mount the world, and be the greatest Khal ever to have lived. They were going the wrong way, Dany realised. They needed to be heading west, not east.
The desire that had driven her brother to return to their homeland and reclaim back what was rightfully theirs had never been her ambition, but now that Viserys was gone, she felt that same burning urge inside her. They'd been in exile for so long that Dany was finally glad to be at one with her Khalasaar, but it wasn't enough. Khal Drogo was her kind and she his queen, but there was another throne - another kingship - that was even more important. Her brother would never be king, not even with all of the armies this side of the Narrow Sea, but Khal Drogo could command a huge Dothraki army. If she wanted the west, Drogo could give it to her.
But how? The Dothraki feared crossing the ocean. They were content to fight amongst themselves, Khal killing Khal and assuming his Khalasaar for his own. How to convince her husband that there was a greater land for the taking, where no Khal had gone and conquered before? Dany wanted Westeros more than she had ever wanted anything, even if she couldn't quite understand the sudden desire.
She'd been right that her brother was no king, but perhaps she was the one that had been saved for something more. Destiny had brought her this far and had cut a path for her to step forward towards it. The path lay westward to a land that neither she or her Khal had any knowledge of, yet they had an army and a birthright. That had to be enough.
Fandom: Game of Thrones
Characters/Pairings: Danaerys
Word Count: 500 words
Rating: PG
Notes: Written for Challenge 204 - West at
anythingdrabbleSummary: Dany knows they are headed in the wrong direction.
Dany rested a hand against her stomach as her horse swayed her from side to side. She should have felt some kind of guilt over the memory of what had transpired the night before. She'd watched her brother being murdered mercilessly by her own husband, burned to death by a pot of molten gold poured over his head, causing hair and flesh to burn and melt off his skull, before solidifying into the crown he'd so desperately yearned for. At the time she remembered her own disembodied voice stating that her brother was no dragon, for fire could not kill the dragon. Now she wasn't entirely sure why she'd said it. She didn't honestly believe Viserys was the blood of the dragon, it was just the name he used for the raging temper inside of him. She'd awoke it more thpimes than she could count, but now she nomoinger had to live in fear of it. All her brother's dreams and ambitions of retaking the Iron Throne of Westeros had died with him.
Yet strangely, even as her horse continued to rock and lull her into its comforting rhythm as the Khalasaar headed ever eastwards, Danaerys felt a pull inside her that had nothing to do with the baby she carried - her stallion who would mount the world, and be the greatest Khal ever to have lived. They were going the wrong way, Dany realised. They needed to be heading west, not east.
The desire that had driven her brother to return to their homeland and reclaim back what was rightfully theirs had never been her ambition, but now that Viserys was gone, she felt that same burning urge inside her. They'd been in exile for so long that Dany was finally glad to be at one with her Khalasaar, but it wasn't enough. Khal Drogo was her kind and she his queen, but there was another throne - another kingship - that was even more important. Her brother would never be king, not even with all of the armies this side of the Narrow Sea, but Khal Drogo could command a huge Dothraki army. If she wanted the west, Drogo could give it to her.
But how? The Dothraki feared crossing the ocean. They were content to fight amongst themselves, Khal killing Khal and assuming his Khalasaar for his own. How to convince her husband that there was a greater land for the taking, where no Khal had gone and conquered before? Dany wanted Westeros more than she had ever wanted anything, even if she couldn't quite understand the sudden desire.
She'd been right that her brother was no king, but perhaps she was the one that had been saved for something more. Destiny had brought her this far and had cut a path for her to step forward towards it. The path lay westward to a land that neither she or her Khal had any knowledge of, yet they had an army and a birthright. That had to be enough.