“But i don’t want to be married off!” The princess protests as soon as she’s alone with you, as she dresses herself in thin, silken after-bath robes. She looks at you with nothing but desperation in her eyes, so little between calmness and a breakdown- for all you knew, she handled the news perfectly well previously, when her brother announced he was going to trade her to a dothraki Khal.

“Your brother’s a moron”, you ennounce, biting into a zesty foreign fruit bought from Dorne. Shifting in your armor, you watch Dany pace around the room, wishing you could do more, but no matter how much you hated her brother, his word was law. Dany comes to kneel at your side, and you stand up stiff.

“Please, please, take me away from here”, she pleads, as you were her most loyal knight and guard, the one she trusted more than her handmaidens. “Let’s run away together.”