She decides your fate. (M)

Daenerys ambles over to you. You note the seductive way she moved about, her hips swaying with every step. Eventually, she was no more than a foot from you. You were face to face with the Mother of Dragons. You were taller than her, but even then she still proved intimidating. "Kneel before your queen," Robb ordered, emphasizing by pushing a hand down on your shoulder. You did as you were told and knelt before Daenerys. She looked down upon you, and you up at her. Now, she was taller.

Daenerys brings a finger under your chin, lifting your head up. She seemed to be examining you. She studied your visage: your slender lips, your angular nose, and your masculine jawline. She smiles a little, clearly somewhat pleased with what she sees. "My aren't you the handsome one," she mused. "It would be a waste to kill you."

"W-what are you going to to with me, Your Grace?" you asked, trying to sound as polite as possible.

She raises an eyebrow at your question. Then, she seemed to contemplate. "Well, I certainly can't let you go, but you may have... other uses," she answered, a smirk alighting her face. You watch as she reaches into her dress producing a vile from her corset. She unseals the cap and pours a white liquid into her wine glass. She swishes the glass mixing the wine with the mysterious liquid. She brings the glass to your lips. "Drink," she commanded.