Resting Up

After relieving herself fully, Daenerys waddled her way back towards Drogon. With each step her face cringed with pain. Her bladder was satisfied but her thighs still burned as the rest of her body shivered from the journey down. She was also very very tired. Drogon wasted no time dealing with that last point, closing his eyes and cocked his head to the side. His serpentine body slowly coiled up. Dany smiled through the discomfort. For a moment she truly saw the gargantuan beast as her sleeping baby boy.

"Lykirī, Drogon." She told him petting his horn. The dragon purred approvingly then lifted one of his wings slightly from the ground creating what looked like a small tent. Daenerys realized what he was doing and lite up at her dutiful son. "Good boy."

Carefully Dany crawled into the shelter Drogon had made for her. It was not tall enough to stand in nor all that roomy, but those were only minor concerns. Heat emanating off the fire-breathers wing enveloped her like a warm blanket. Daenerys shut her eyes and let herself feel the warm. It was like a million loving kissing across her bare body. The tall grass had been flattened beneath the weight of Drogon's wing creating a thin nature mattress for the Queen to rest on. Good thing too because almost instantly after making it inside all of Daenerys' tiredness caught up to her. Her eyes became as heavy as a breastplate and her limbs lost the last of their strength. She toppled over onto her grass bed, laying down onto her side as she curled up into a ball. Hopefully that would help calm her aching thighs. Sleep came to her like an old friend, but unfortunately it brought her back somewhere she had been happy to leave.

***

Queen Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen, First of the Name, Queen of the Andals and the First Men and Protector of the Realm stood before a great crowd in the throne room of the Red Keep. Absolute ruler of all....wearing nothing but a black corset, thin knickers, heeled boots, and her three-dragon crown. Her ruby encrusted gown was gone. It had caught on one of the blades of the iron throne tripping her, and as she rolled down the monstrous chair it had turned the garment to shreds.

The Queen's face grew red as she met eyes with the hundreds of noble lords and knights standing before her. Their face painted with shock or disapproval; a few brave souls dared to show open aroused towards the Queen's predicament. Daenerys glanced back at her throne. Scraps of her ornate dress glistened on the tips of the rusted blades melded to the throne. They said the Iron Throne would cut those Kings unworthy to sit on it, but what was it saying by stripping someone?

Immediately Daenerys wanted to cover up. To fling her arms over her body to protect some semblance of modest from the nobility of Westeros before running out of the hall screaming. But she couldn’t. She was Queen. Lords and Peasants alive judged her ever action. And their memories were long. Westeros had never had a ruling Queen. Her deeds set the standard. Her failures would echo through history.

"Gowns were not meant to sit the Iron Throne" She imagined them saying.

"If she can't handle this, how will she rule the Kingdoms?" Another imagined voice said.

Dany gritted her teeth. It would not come to that. She took a deep breath and straightened her back to meet the gazes of her people. She grasped her hands together, her arms squishing her breasts together slightly. She noticed but that too was not seen from her expression. Fear, embarrassment, shame, concern, her emotions were all hidden away behind her stoic queenly expression.

"Forgive me my lords." She spoke with grace and pose not a bit of inelegance in her voice. "It seems I've lost my footing but be at ease I am unharmed."

The crowd stared in absolute awe. Their queen had been stripped down to her knickers and yet barely seemed to care! If seemed the young woman was fiercer than they had expected. Dany watched as expressions once on the verge of mocking smiles and giggles, straightened. Murmurs died down. The crowd remained submissive. Daenerys allowed a sly smile to appear on her face. She had handled this crisis like a true queen.

SNAP!

Dany's smile vanished. The sound was light. Too light for anyone save her to hear. She could already feel the effects. Her corset sat far looser on her chest as the threads that held it still began to come undone.

"Now then." Daenerys smiled at her subjects. Her growing panic never becoming visible on her face. "If you will excuse me for only a moment my Lords. I must retreat to my chambers. I shall return forthwith."

SNAP!

Dany held her breath and carefully marched towards the side door that led out of the great hall and into the Red Keep proper. One wrong move and she would only further expedite her corsets damage. If it fell apart there was no coming back. She would NEVER be taken seriously as a ruler again.

"Your Majesty." Her Queensguard stepped forward. "Allow us to accompany you."

SNAP!

"No no Lord Commander." She exhaled, her words suddenly rougher as she tried to save the air in her lungs. "That is unnecessary. I can handle this myself."

"But my lady, surely-"

"That's an order Commander." She spat. Targaryen fire in her eyes. The Lord Commander stepped back belayed by both duty and fear. And so, Daenerys turned her back to the throne and walked out of the Great Hall. Despite the great beauty wearing nothing but her undergarments not a single man turned to watch her go. Thus was the power when a strong head wore the crown.

Daenerys passed through the great wooden door with all the poise and confidence one expected of a great queen, but as soon as the door closed her entire demeanor changed. With a single exhale Dany slouched over, her face turned as crimson as dragonfire, and her knees began to shake.

"Oh, Gods that was so.... demeaning." She squealed reliving the grand humiliation she had suffered before hundreds of people. A humiliation that would follow her for the rest of her days. That could NEVER be outdone.

SNAP!

Dany's eyes widened at the sound and closed with fear. 'How could I have forgotten,' was her last thought before her corset crashed to the ground like bastions of an enemy fortress. String and plates of fabric pooled at her feet as her breasts bounced free and unhindered in the open air.

"Ñuhyz jaehossa!" Dany cursed in High Valyrian flinging her hands over her chest. Her voice was full of dragonfire but her body shook like a frightened baby deer. Queen Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen, First of the Name, Queen if the Andals and the First Men and Protector of the Realm stood in her own castle in nothing but a pair of tiny knickers and a crown on her head.

***

"Gahh," Daenerys screamed in terror, jolting herself awake. She sat up and looked around the Red Keep had vanished. Replaced with a small field in the center of a jungle. "Oh, thank the Gods. A dream."

Dany smiled and placed a hand on her racing heart. A dull wet slap range out as her hand made contact, and the Queen felt nothing but wet bare skin. Her smile vanished as she looked down to see her naked body now dressed in sweat. A result of her nightmare. The inflammation on her inner thighs had died down but not completely vanished. Daenerys had hoped the last few days had also been a part of her nightmare, but sadly no such luck.

"Drogon?" She called. The Firstborn was no longer resting alongside her. She was alone which was an extremely dangerous position to be in right now. Daenerys looked around anxious that her Dragon had flown off somewhere and left her alone and naked once again. Then she heard a great clamor and turned to see the tail of the great lizard slitter into the jungle, trees bending and breaking to accommodate his massive form as he moved deeper into the brush.

"Drogon!" She shouted hoping onto her feet and cupped her breasts. "Drogon. Māsīs Drogon. Umbās. Umbās! Wait, Drogon!"

The last Targaryen ran naked into the forest chasing after her dragon. She continued to yell out commands in High Valyrian but that all went unanswered.