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Who: Daenerys Targaryen
Broadcast: Fleetwide video.
Action: She can be found on the Hospitality Deck of the Marsiva if anyone wants to find her wandering around.
When: Today!

[Daenerys hadn't even had fortnight to settle in, to take in the situation she's found herself in. One moment she was in the almost safety of Drogon's company and the next she was surrounded by Dothraki. Now? She was.... looking at a strange speaking device? She learned enough that people could communicate with it, but not enough right away on how to do so herself. It takes her a moment to figure it out and when she finally does, her violet eyes are still wide with concern on the video feed. Once she realizes it's working, she tries to go for a more calm and assertive outward appearance.]

To think that such a place would be capable of stealing so many from their homes. I can't imagine the ransom they'd be seeking. I wish to speak to whoever thought it wise to attempt such a feat and if any others can provide valuable information, mayhap you'll receive a reward from me in return.

[Mostly her eternal gratitude, given that she had little else on her person in the way of money. Carefully, she tucks a stray silver lock behind her ear. She wanted to ask where Drogon was and yet she knew outright asking her captors where they'd taken her dragon might be too foolish of a thing to attempt.]

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[ in that case, she is quick to give assurances: ] Never. Not once. The Atroma haven't done anything bad -- not to me.

[ in many ways, she's grateful. ]

Good. Where I am from... girls aren't treated very well. I mean to change that.

[Not just girls but people. Slaver's Bay was built on the suffering of others.]

Where are you from?

[She wonders how common the Common Tongue actually is in this place or if she might not be the only one besides Tyrion and others she has found to be from Westeros.]

Westeros, my lady.

[ -- because she's learned it does no one any good when she speaks more specifically than this. most don't know westeros at all, let alone its disparate parts. ]

I see.

[She gives a bit of a sigh, bowing her head. This place... it meant to taunt her didn't it? Bringing her in the presence of so many who had seen her home and lived there but she could not set foot on its lands yet.]

Where in Westeros? I've already become acquainted with Lord Tyrion and I can't imagine looking at me would escape your notice of which house I hail from.

[She was the blood of Old Valyria, the blood of House Targaryen, through and through, with pale hair, eyes the color of amethyst, and a pale, slender, frame.]

[ -- didn't escape her notice one bit, but until now she couldn't be certain the other young woman was from the same world. sansa doesn't flinch when her husband is mentioned, but she does falter when trying to decide upon her answer.

robb is here, she tells herself. tell the truth. ] The North, my lady.

[Ah. She still remembers Ser Barristan insisting that Eddard Stark had been a good man, that the North was made of people who held great honor, and yet she still couldn't shake the memory of Viserys' stories when she'd been a girl, of the Usurper Robert Baratheon and his dogs - Tywin Lannister and Eddard Stark who had besieged her home and murdered her brother's children. Tyrion insisted Aegon was alive and Ser Barristan insisted that Eddard had been furious at the treatment of those small children - her nephew may be alive but her brother's wife and her niece had both been murdered in cold blood.]

And... what House do you hail from, my lady.

[She feels as if she knows the answer. It would be a child of House Stark. Such is her fate, to be confronted with the children of one of the men who had torn her family from her. She knows it to be fair, but unfortunate. Rhaegar had taken Eddard's sister, had been said to have raped and killed her, but Daenerys wanted to believe otherwise. She wanted to believe the part Viserys had told her about how unhappy he'd been with his wife, Elia Martell.]

[ here is thin ice. sansa knows the stories as well as anyone else -- as well as the targaryen woman does, likely. and she knows there is bad blood between these houses. and badder blood still, perhaps, when news of robb's rebellion reaches her ears. but she is locked behind her ship's doors. locked, now, and always.

and she has brothers who protect her. so, with a raised chin. ] My name is Sansa. Of House Stark.

[ daughter of winterfell, and the blood of the first men flows in her veins. ]

[Luckily for Sansa, it wasn't in Dany's occupation as Queen to harm young girls. They were technically both in the same boat and from what she knows of the recent war, the various factions have shed each other's blood left and right. This girl could very well be no different than she was. She doesn't even flinch when she gives Sansa her own name.]

I am Daenerys of House Targaryen, Rightful Queen of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and of the First Men, Queen of Mereen and Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea. Well met, Sansa of House Stark. I imagine our houses have a long and bloody history behind us, don't you agree?

[She raises her chin as well, her pale violet eyes staring steadily across the video. She'd been just as stiff with Tyrion and had called him Lannister. If she found Sansa just as easily agreeable, then she would certainly recieve the same respects. After all, as much as she hated to cast the grudge between their houses aside, their fathers were the ones who had quarreled, not she nor Sansa herself.]

[ -- the one across the narrow sea. the one they say has dragons. sansa stiffens, and if she appears arrogant then it's because she's learned to wear a sort of guard when speaking with those who might one day hurt her. although she doesn't care to wish the targaryen's ire, she's also not keen to pledge allegiance to any save her brother robb. ]

Well met, my lady. [ she does not call her queen, although there is a hesitation in her voice that suggests sansa has considered the courtesy. ] Some days, I think all history in Westeros is long and bloody.

[It doesn't particularly phase her, being called 'my lady' versus 'your grace' or other variations. She'd been called far worse things by men and women in Essos, and just as easily sweet things all the same.]

Yes. Wars fought by great houses fighting for power, wars fought where blood is spilled by innocents and guilty alike. I've heard some of what that beast of a boy king has done to my home.

[And she means to take back what is hers with fire from her dragons and the blood of House Lannister, just as they'd stolen it with the blood of House Targaryen. She would comment that House Stark was just as guilty, as well as Tyrell and the other houses who have chosen to fight amongst one another, but she knows it to be in poor taste for the moment. She can hardly reprimand the girl for a war she didn't even choose, as much as she wished House Stark to suffer what her family suffered. Ser Barristan's assertions stayed her tongue.]

I plan to take my army across the sea and take back the Seven Kingdoms, Lady Stark. That includes the North.

[That might be something the Northerners take issue with, or it might not. It was no difference to her.]

It might be the news has not reached across the Narrow Sea. The North has declared its independence from the Iron Throne.

[ but when she speaks, she does not sound strong. she sounds nebulous -- and, perhaps, a little afraid. she will not refute what a beast that boy kind had been, but neither will she abandon the cause her brother has forged, now, in his own blood.

she nearly pleads: take the other six kingdoms; leave the north alone. ]

As they should. The Lannisters have no right to the throne in the first place.

[And whether she has to win the North back the hard or the easy way, well that remained to be seen. She had every intention of bringing all seven kingdoms back to the fold. Dorne had been separate in everything but name and the North was separate. She wanted to see her home whole again.]

My lady, your house still sits in the North, correct? Perhaps an agreement can be reached that won't result in more blood.

[Though she isn't so sure. She'd heard whispers and still remembered the vision in the House of the Undying of the Wolfhead king sitting on his throne.]

Enemies hold the North. [ but the starks were kings, in years gone by. although sansa holds no hope that they should ever sit in winterfell ever again. ] And Winterfell half-a-wreck, as the rumours go. I cannot say; I have not been there in some time.

The Lannisters had a hand in it, I imagine.

[She doesn't have to imagine it, honestly. She knows that they take and take and take until there's nothing but blood, ash, and rubble. She and Viserys had been running from them for a long time, along with the Usurper. He might be dead but two of his children still lived and the Lannisters ruled her throne with sharp claws that dug deep.]

I see... so you've been chased from your home as well. You have my greatest sympathies, Lady Stark.

[She frowns, feeling the familiarity of that scenario. Constantly moving from place to place, hoping they could find someone to trust other than the two of them. All because one of her father's loyal had died. Even now she missed that beautiful home with the red door.]

[ chased is not the appropriate word. but she will let daenerys targaryen believe otherwise, if such a narrative suits the young woman's mercy. ]

They are monsters, my lady. Nearly every last one of them.

They may make it their business to harm girls and to kill children, but I do not. However, they will know no mercy from me, I promise you that.

[And she softens again, curious of whether she should ask how she came to know these monsters so intimately.]

Did they hurt you?

[ -- deeply.

but those are secrets she can barely whisper to her brother when he asks after king's landing, and what happened there. she will not bring herself to repeat (and relive) that pain to a near-stranger, no matter what her bloodline. so sansa's jaw tightens. ]

I am not in King's Landing; they cannot reach me. They cannot hurt me.

[ any more. ]

[She feels as if she's looking at herself, after so many years of Viserys' abuse. She had long started to believe his assertions of how useless she was and how her only purpose was to be his bride when he had finally regained his throne. But then he'd sold her to the Dothraki, had promised her more fear and despair, but Drogo had shown her love beyond measure. She had been his Khaleesi and he had been her Khal.

Mayhaps, someday someone might show this poor girl the same love and devotion to healing whatever hurts she had suffered.]

No, you aren't and no they cannot, Lady Sansa.

[She speaks the girl's name softly, as a mother or a sister might. She was neither of those things, but she knew this girl was hurting and she had promised anyone who had hurt her people that they would die, screaming in agony when they left this world. House Lannister would bleed for their sins.]

I said that our houses had a long and bloody history behind them, but I would very much like to learn more - if you have good stories to share of the North, I should like to hear them some time, Lady Sansa. I only know the histories of Westeros and some stories here and there. I want to know more of the home I mean to return to.

Edited 2016-02-07 00:39 (UTC)

I would like that. [ she lies. ] Very much.

[ it isn't anything about daenerys herself that prompts such a falsehood. rather, it's the undercurrent of ambition that rocks sansa to her bones. the ownership which the she casts over westeros -- while backed by tradition -- frightens sansa. one crown has already betrayed her. why should anyone else's be any better?

only robb, she thinks. robb is her king -- even in death. ]

[Dany smiles, not knowing for sure that this was a falsehood. She expected opposition to her return but she knew it was best to win the people over. It was in her best interests to win Sansa Stark over, just as it might be any of the other great houses that were firmly allied against House Lannister. It was an advantageous game she meant to play and win.]

I look forward to speaking with you again soon then, my Lady. Unless you have anything further to add to our current situation?

Apologies, my lady. But there are others in the Fleet who are better equipped to answer the questions plaguing your arrival. I'll let them speak -- and will converse with you again in future.

[ hopefully after she's spoken with robb, and has decided upon a strategy for approaching a dragon-shaped problem. ]

Of course. Thank you for speaking with me, Lady Stark.

[She's planning on asking Tyrion about you and your family, don't worry Sansa she's plotting too. The last thing she needs is a pack of angry wolves at her doorstep.]

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