First Person: (A spill of bright hair begins this feed. The ripple of sapphire blue cloth follows and then, suddenly, a pair of violet eyes fix on whoever might be watching. She isn't certain of its use and yet she has seen another speaking into it.)
I am Daenerys Targaryen, Queen of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea and Breaker of Shackles. My titles are many and for good reason. Those who have taken me here will pay for it dearly.
(Her words are commanding. There isn't a trace of fear to be found on her features.)
Tell me the name of this land. How far is it from Yunkai? (She hasn't forgotten her aim - nor will she until she learns the truth of Ruby City.) Furthermore, who slipped this device onto my person?
(For that is most offensive.)
You will not break my will so easily. I am not a puppet nor a pet!
Third Person: Awakening onboard the train had been startling enough. Daenerys had paced from one car to the other, searching for an answers. She had even questioned some of the other passengers, but they were just as clueless as she. Now she was standing on the platform, her arms wrapped around her person.
She had just broadcasted a message to the city at large - or so she hoped. Her presence should be noted. It shocked her that no one was waiting for her. But that only solidified her opinion that those who had kidnapped her from her people were not only cowards but suicidal idiots.
She would deal with them soon enough.
Eyes set on a likely path leading into the city, Daenerys set her feet upon it and kept her chin held high. No one would frighten her or keep her here against her will. Should she need to gather troops all over again, she would do so - at least until her own people (and the Unsullied) arrived. Surely they were tracking her already!
As the wind whipped back her hair, she suppressed a shiver. This was not the desert. She must have been traveling (and drugged) for sometime.
No matter. She would persevere nonetheless.
With her hands gripped tightly at her sides, the young woman sought out the tavern and let herself inside. First, a drink and some food. Then she would concoct her next plan.
[CANON] Daenerys Targaryen | A Song of Ice and Fire/A Game of Thrones | Reserved
I am Daenerys Targaryen, Queen of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea and Breaker of Shackles. My titles are many and for good reason. Those who have taken me here will pay for it dearly.
(Her words are commanding. There isn't a trace of fear to be found on her features.)
Tell me the name of this land. How far is it from Yunkai? (She hasn't forgotten her aim - nor will she until she learns the truth of Ruby City.) Furthermore, who slipped this device onto my person?
(For that is most offensive.)
You will not break my will so easily. I am not a puppet nor a pet!
Third Person: Awakening onboard the train had been startling enough. Daenerys had paced from one car to the other, searching for an answers. She had even questioned some of the other passengers, but they were just as clueless as she. Now she was standing on the platform, her arms wrapped around her person.
She had just broadcasted a message to the city at large - or so she hoped. Her presence should be noted. It shocked her that no one was waiting for her. But that only solidified her opinion that those who had kidnapped her from her people were not only cowards but suicidal idiots.
She would deal with them soon enough.
Eyes set on a likely path leading into the city, Daenerys set her feet upon it and kept her chin held high. No one would frighten her or keep her here against her will. Should she need to gather troops all over again, she would do so - at least until her own people (and the Unsullied) arrived. Surely they were tracking her already!
As the wind whipped back her hair, she suppressed a shiver. This was not the desert. She must have been traveling (and drugged) for sometime.
No matter. She would persevere nonetheless.
With her hands gripped tightly at her sides, the young woman sought out the tavern and let herself inside. First, a drink and some food. Then she would concoct her next plan.