He doesn’t take her. The King wishes to see her.

But he did not take her then and there, instead, he undid the ropes around her hands and arms.

“The King wishes to see you.” he said.

She looked at him, “and that is all?” she asked, letting her own gaze drift up and down. He stiffened slightly. After being in his company for all these years Daenerys knew the man well enough, he was unsure, afraid.

For those years she was thought little off, the last Dragon, a stupid child of little meaning. Only spared **** to be used as a political pawn. And when she grew and became a woman she was seen as a pleasurable distraction, a thing to be fucked, to be enjoyed, and used. But still a thing.

It was easy to listen and learn when people thought so little. Trant was a coward that preyed on those he thought weaker than him, the weaker the better. Now that she was married to the Prince, she no longer seemed so weak.

She paid little mind to his stares as she dressed, she could feel the Prince's seed dripping from her but she paid little mind to that either. She would be filled with the King's seed soon enough, she wondered whose would take root first.

She ignored the looks she was given as she was escorted back through the feast on her way to the King's chambers. She knew all the men here, she had grown close to most of the court in one way or another.

She knew that Littlefinger was robbing the throne blind, that Pycelle counseled the Lannisters and not the Throne he was sworn to. She knew a dozen damning details about half the damned Lords in all the Seven Kingdoms. She knew of the Kings Guard, the men sworn to protect the King but cared more about the coin in their pockets and the cock in the pants. She knew they enjoyed taking her, each in their own perverse way.

But maybe the most important thing she knew was about the one who didn’t. Maybe the one man in all of the Red Keep who hadn’t tried to slip his cock into her. Hadn’t held her down and muttered warnings as he fucked her roughly. Hadn’t made her tremble and cum and scream their name. She did not know what his cock tasted of, or the sounds he made when he came. She did not know if he liked to hold down the women he fucked, **** them and beat them and make them scream. Of if he was kind and tender. She knew so very little of Jaime Lannister, but she did know some things. She knew how he looked at the Queen, and that was worth so much more.

She knew how the court saw her, she knew how men would treat her, but she would allow it, she would play along because soon this farce would be over and she would be Queen.