Slowly she undoes my pants. Do I want this? My mind wanders to Daenerys.
I sit up stiff and straight and her hands leave my body. Thank the gods.
I clear my throat awkwardly but smile at her. I'm sure she was only doing her job, and I must have given her the wrong impression somehow.
"I uh... can't wait to get into that bath..." Before she can protest I take off my boots and the rest of my clothes as quickly as possible and hop into the bath.
Doreah helps me wash my hair, she doesn't try anything else thank the gods, I don't know if I could resist it.
I scrub at the dirt on my body and Doreah works on the dirt in my hair and scalp.
"What is Westeros like my lady? Is it so different from here?" She asks as she gently washes a particular hard clump of dirt mated in my hair.
I nod. I'm sure she knows all of this, but she just wants to make conversation.
"It's colder, more hilly, mountainous, the people, the cities are so different too."
"Where did you grow up my lady?"
Oh, I didn't expect to feel so homesick so soon, I just arrived at the place I've been trying to reach for so long... next to Daenerys. Now my thoughts go to Winterfell.
She pauses and touches my shoulder. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you sad my lady."
"It's alright." I clear my throat and continue to scrub at dirt on my feet and legs. "I grew up in Winterfell."
She gasps a little. "I've heard of Winterfell! So cold! There is snow there all summer."
I laugh. "Not always. There are nice summer days. Where the grass was so green, and we would go swimming in the pond and we play tag in the Weirwood."
She smiles. "With who?"
I sniffle a little, despite every effort not to. "Me, Sansa, Arya, Robb, Bran, little Rickon was too young, Theon would even play sometimes... and Jon."
She raises a brow. "Jon? Sounds special to you my Lady."
"Yes, he was my best friend."
She smiles. "Well... I think we have you all bathed my lady. I will help you with the clothes the Khaleesi picked out for you."
She helps me out of the bath, and I put on a sand silk robe to cover myself.
Doreah helps me into a Dothraki outfit, it's simple, Daenerys was wearing something similar, but it feels nice to know she thought of me when she picked it out. A woven top, hide pants and wrappings, boots, and a painted vest with my house sigil and colours.
Doreah claps. "You truly are part of the Khalisar."
I smile. The outfit feels exposing compared to the dresses I wore at court in Kingslanding, with my arms and midriff exposed, but it's comfortable.
Finally, Doreah sits me down for my hair and the finishing touches. She puts perfume on me, its scent is unfamiliar but pleasant. My hair is short and scruffy but Doreah expertly braids tight braids close to my scalp. By the end, its the first time I've looked somewhat like a woman in weeks.
Doreah smiles. "Good! The feast will not start until sundown. The prince Visarys Targaryen asked to see you when you were cleaned up."
I nod. I don't really like Visarys, but I know protecting and serving the Targaryen's includes him.
Doreah leads me to a tent not far from my own, thankfully, otherwise, I would be lost in this unending maze of tents and odd buildings.
I turn toward Doreah. "Could you tell Daenerys where I am?"
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A Dragon's Flame
Fanfiction(A Game of Thrones Fan Fiction) A house almost ripped from existence by King Robert Baratheon's rebellion, not unlike the legendary Targaryen family. One member remains. A fiery girl of sixteen, Nyla is the last member of the Firebearer house. Saved...