Stormborn
The sound of water droplets ticked like the cadence of a slowly pounding drum. Faint voices of a man and...a woman. That much she could make out. Other noises seemed strange -shrill, rhythmic- she couldn't place them. Every muscle was heavy. A hollow ache throbbed in her chest.
Slowly Daenerys’s eyes tried to open. A female voice advised her to take it slow. She tried looking in the direction of the voice, and was met with a pair of deep brown eyes, patient and kind. They are like Messandei’s eyes. Emotion flooded Dany’s mind and body, white hot and suffocating. The memory of Messandei on the gate of King’s Landing was like another knife in her heart.
The mechanisms sound off with disorienting chimes. Startled, she shot up, gasping pain in her chest. “Who are you?" Dany shouted. "Where am I?"
Shuri said first, “It is alright, you are safe but I need to ask you to lie back down. You are not fully mended.”
Confused, Dany swiped at the hands that attempted to push her back onto the table. "Unhand me! I am Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen, rightful qu-!" She choked on the word she was about to say. Queen? She was no queen. Queen of Nothing. Queen of ashes , a voice whispered.
“My name is Shuri…and this,” he cut her off “ I am M’Baku.”
Dany took a look around, there was a man in the corner of the room - his stature reminded her of someone else...Drogo…. Tears threatened to fill her eyes - she fought them back - she did as the woman asked. Being compliant may be her best choice at the moment. Also gathering her strength would help her understand her surroundings better.
M’Baku approached the table. “You came here with a beast….” Dany’s eyes lit up - it wasn't in any way meant by offense. M’baku continued “It seems to be alright but it is injured, do you know what can be done to aid them?”
Dany then stated “ whenever he has been injured before he usually mends it himself.” some pause “ But water or whatever livestock you would be willing to spare may help... he cooks his own food.” She remembered Tyrion at this moment. How his humor always lightened any situation.
Shuri and M’Baku stared at each other then back at Dany. Shuri asked, “He cooks his own food?”
Dany sort of smiled, “ You see, he isn’t very fond of raw meat…..and he is a dragon….a fire breathing dragon.” Dany could see some fear in Shuri’s eyes but M’Baku seemed speculative, almost curious. “He won’t harm you unless you provoke him or harm comes to me….” As she said this she thought of how she came to be here.