persuade Magister Illyrio

The white marble floor glistened in the reddish light of the sinking sun and felt cold to her bare feet.

Almost every day since they had come to this pentoshi palace Dany had looked at the sunset from the balcony of her chamber, listening to the evening prayer of the red priests, watching how the bay of Pentos was dipped into the fire of dusk and dreamed about the green kingdom that was laying beyond the red sea and would one day be her home again. At least she tried to think so, but despite Viserys' education all she could think while dreaming of home was a lemon tree and a red door.

Today she would not look at the light of dusk, would not witnessing the dying of the light. The thought depressed and motivated her both and the same time. She tried to focus on the present and her plan for this evening. She concentrated on the cold marble to her feet, the noises that echoed throughout the halls and floors. She was close to the solar of Illyrio Mopatis and had to be quite careful in what she planned to do.

She stopped abruptly when she heard the steps of a serving girl around the corner and slipped fast but quiet behind one one of the broad ornated pillows that decorated the hallway. She listendes as the sandaled steps of the serving girl passed her and disappeared in the distance of the palace.

She had not seen the other girl, but somehow she knew ist was the strawberry blond servant Jyhshanna, who had just brought a flagon of vine into the solar of her Master and was relieved that the fat merchant had not violated her this evening. Dany somehow knew that Jyshanna believed that the fat master had not taken a girl since the morning and that Vogarra, the girl who would bring him the nightmeal would surely be the one he would take with his thick hot manhood this evening.

Dany was not unhappy about this insight, it did quit fit her plans. She did not know why she knew these things. Ever since her first night at the Magisters palace she sometimes just knew what others where thinking, in a strange subtle but certain kind of way. She would of course not mention it to her beloved brother, his moods had been very tense the passed few days and she would not risk to wake the dragon, like when she asked him why he was so sensitive to hot water or why she would dream o dragons almost every night or had known that they would be invited by the Magister a fortnight before they had gotten the invitation.

She stood now before Illyrios solar door which was guarded by two chubby unsullied warriors. She somehow knew that they where called Wachii und Gardii. The moment she made eye contact with the two pars of brown eyes, a short though flashed through her mind They are the first people I just know things about who are not serving girls! fascinating. She filed this idea aside to may consider it later.

She asked the guardians too let her pass into the solar. She would have liked too slip around them just like the other people she would have encountered on her way here if she had not been careful, but the was nothing to be done if she wasn't to enter the solar by window or breaking walls down.

Wachii who never spoke, looked at Gardii who for some reason had two round scars at his bare chest instead of nipples. Gardii nodded slowly and with a slow voice filled with an unpleasant accent he allowed her to knock at the door.

A few heartbeats later she stood in the solar of Illyrio Mopatis. The fat bearded face showed surprise and the hint of a pleased smile that made Dany shiver.

"Well, that is unexpected. Good evening Princess." He looked down at her slim body, only covered i thin silk "Is there anything I can do for you?"

Daenerys Tagaryen closed the door behind her. It was not a red door.