Daenerys kisses your forehead

Daenerys spends a few seconds gazing at your hand, as though she is contemplating whether to shake it. Ultimately, she gets up from her chair, walks about the desk, and stops in front of you. She gestures for you to lower your arm. After that, she places her hands on both sides of your head, gently pulls your closer, and plants a kiss on your forehead.

This gesture surprises you, but the shock is quickly replaced with enjoyment. It is so soft, so tender, so warm. It is precisely the type of affection you have been longing for all your life. You savor this moment, hoping that more like it will soon follow.

When Daenerys finally pulls away, she smiles and tells you sweetly “Then I welcome you into my service, Brynden of the Seven Kingdoms.”

You blush a bit, and then you straighten yourself out, stand up, bow your head, and declare “Thank you, Your Grace. I promise you will not regret your decision.”

The young blond woman continues to smile, and she nods to show her approval. When you lift your head back up, you state "Is there anything you would have need of me for right now? Any task or errand? If so, I am willing and eager to oblige."

"I am pleased by your readiness to serve," Daenerys tells you, "However, I imagine you must be fatigued after your long voyage. So, before we discuss business, you should get some rest. Perhaps you would also like some food and a change of clothes, as well."

"I would appreciate that, Your Grace," you remark thankfully.

Daenerys then summons her handmaids, and she introduces you and them to each other. The two Dothraki girls are Irri and Jhiqui, and the blond Lyseni is Doreah.

“Brynden has pledged himself to me,” she informs them, "I would like you to afford him the same respect you would afford Ser Jorah."

"Yes, Khalessi," the three handmaids declare in unison.

Daenerys then looks to you, pats you on the arm, and proclaims "The first thing we must see to is your lodgings. While we are here as Xaro's guests..."