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"No!" Dany yelled. "After what he put me through? After what you all put me through? Never! I wouldn't go to him now if he offered me the Seven Kingdoms themselves!"

The woman shrugged, and left the way she came in. Dany went back over to the bed and lay down, she was the Mother of Dragons, the rightful Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, she could not, would not back down. Not even after what the Elder had subjected her to. She soon feel back to sleep, her dreams still troubled, until she was woken well into the small hours of the morning by rough-voiced and rough-handed Bloodriders. "Wh—wha‐what's going on?" She stammered, half-asleep.

"The Elder wishes to see you," One of the men said, a note of glee in his voice.

A few hours later, after having been placed on the back of a horse, a bag put over her head and ridden out an unknown distance away from the camp, Dany felt them come to a stop. She waited for someone to help her down, but after a few seconds a voice to her left told her: "You make your own way down, blind."

Dany sighed deeply, then gingerly started the process of dismounting without the gift of sight. She freed one of her legs from the stirrups, then tried to lift it and place it on the ground next to her, but instead she slipped and fell, experiencing a sickening lurch in her stomach as she felt herself fall and getting trapped upside down hanging from the side of the horse, her other leg still stuck in its stirrup.

Laughter rang out all around her, and she reached up and pulled the bag off her head. Bloodriders were leaning on one another, or else sprawled in the grass, both laughing at and admiring her. Dany tried to figure out what could and couldn't be seen, but here is what the men Khal Moro called his Bloodriders saw:

The stunning form of Daenaerys Targaryen, her white hair streaming down over her beet red face — clad only in an improvised bra and barely-there knickers — had managed to flip herself upside down and keep herself hoisted by one leg against the side of the horse she had been placed on. The result was dizzying: The bra had given up entirely, the sudden increase in pressure from its wearer being upside down had pushed her tits up and out of the 'cups', exposing them once again. Meanwhile, the knickers she had been trying so hard to keep in their natural place had been forcefully pushed up about as far as they could go, giving poor Dany an almighty camel toe that made the underwear look every bit the pitiful scrap of cloth it was.

From the back, though sadly no one could see it, she had given herself the most eye-popping wedgie of all time, the meagre strands of string pushed obscenely far up and into the crack of her arse. They let her hang like that for a while, despite her pleas for help, but eventually they cut her down, and she fell heavily to the floor.

"Quite the sight for sore eyes, are you not, Dragon Queen?" Dany recognised the voice immediately, it sent a shiver down her spine. She looked up to see the doddering, stooped form of the old woman Moro's Khalasar called 'The Elder' coming toward her. "So you still wish to defy our Khal, hm? Then, given the trials of your last few days, and the conditions you've been...exposed to, perhaps we should permit you the chance to get clean, hm?" Dany saw there was a terrible glint in the old woman's eye.

"You...you will let me wash myself?"

"I said you would be given the chance to get clean," The Elder replied. "I said nothing of allowing you to do it yourself." At that, a number of the Bloodriders started chuckling. The Elder gestured to a nearby raised bit of stone, jutting out of the ground.

"The Sacred Springs," She said, and gestured to the nearest Bloodriders, who promptly picked Dany up off the floor and began marching her toward the small, stone structure.