When Dany was crowned Queen in Meereen, she was in need of a husband. And this time she was determined to choose her own. Many men were brought before her and even more men were sent away. Until she spotted you in the streets, playing with the children. And she would have you come hell or high water.

So now you sat by a crackling fire on a plush couch, clean and content. You were dressed in fine silks with a crown on your head. Coming from the slums of the slaver city, you were far from a politician. But that was perfect for you both. Dany got total rule over her city and you got a pretty wife and food in your belly. You were no more than her trophy, her lapdog.

The door creaked open and Dany entered. She'd just finished a council meeting, so she was dressed in her most regal attire. Her hair was braided tightly, one braid for each battle she's won. You couldn't help but think so many tight braids would lead to a migraine.