Epilogue

In the months and years following those strange few days, Daenerys Targaryen, she of many deeds and many titles to go with them, acquired a new moniker. She had been known as Daenerys Stormborn, Rightful Ruler of the Seven Kingdoms, the Rhoynar and the First Men; Protector of the Realm, Breaker of Chains, Mother of Dragons...

From that day forth, she would also be known...though never in her presence, as Daenerys The Uncovered. Wherever there were craftspeople with some small amount of skill, there was also the urge to commemorate that last, public exposure in the streets of Meereen that day. So it was that a statue went up in the slums of Meereen, a statue that none dared deface or steal bits from, because what it comemmorated was something all could appreciate.

In a certain square, in a certain corner of the city. A large statue of a naked woman, borne aloft by a great assembly of hands, could be seen. In her eyes, diamonds had been placed, with emeralds placed on her breasts to serve as glittering nipples. Her cunny was painted with gold leaf, and, as it came to be known as a symbol of good luck, if looked at closely, one could see handmarks all over it, where visitors to the square regularly reached up and rubbed it.

A small plaque was affixed to the base of it. "Daenerys The Uncovered," it read, "A Queen unafraid to show the world her true self!"