It had been years since her time in the Dothraki sea, when she was sold off to Drogo and had to learn to survive. Now the Queen of Meereen, most of the lords were not pleased with her endeavour to free the slaves of Essos, yet it wouldn’t stop her from saving her people. But she had to keep the peace, something that the Sons of Harpy did not agree with. To stabilise the kingdom, she was to marry Hizdahr, a coward of a man. She had to leave Daario, finally understanding she did not love him, it had been mere infatuation.

Daeny stood watching the sunset, the warm breeze flowing slowly through her silky silver hair and the gown hugging her petite yet curvy figure. The dim light of the sun made her violet eyes sparkle, yet a stoic expression covered her face as her mind raced with plans for the future. For the first time ever, she hoped for a miracle, a way out of all of this. All she wanted was a family, love, the house with the red door and the lemon tree…

Suddenly she heard footsteps, making her snap out of her reverie. She looked over her shoulder with an expression of neutral curiosity, although inside she felt some weariness.