You/Daenerys Targeryen - Freed

                                    

                                          
Summary: You're a prisoner 
                          
Prompt by: SoleilRising 
                          
For years, you've been the prisoner of a lord in the North, solely because you had made a deal with him so that he could keep your family safe. He had kept his end of the deal and so did you, even if he treated you like literal trash. He had no care for your well-being , only that you did your part in the fights to earn him as much money as you could. 
                          
"Come on, wolfy, you have another fight."
                          
You ignored them, choosing to continue laying down. Your last fight had been quite brutal, and your injuries were still healing. There a sudden tug on your chain and loud cracking sound as a whip hit your back. You whimpered in pain, causing the men holding your chains to laugh. They again hit you, daring you to attack them. You wouldn't as it meant they would kill your family and they were well aware of it. 
                          
"This will be the most important fight in your life. You'll be entertaining a Targaryen."
                          
That didn't mean anything to you so you just stared at him so he could lead you to the arena. 
                          
"I have a lot of money riding on this fight, so you better not lose, mutt."
                          
He again pulled on your chain and led you through the various hallways that led to the arena. 
                          
Daenerys was not convinced about this fight. There was something that didn't seem right with it. When they had suggested for her to attend this fight, she had assumed everyone was doing this voluntarily but that was thrown out the window when she noticed a couple of men drag in a werewolf. They were as rare as dragons, so it had shocked her to see one in chains. It had been unheard of a captive werewolf. Something was definitely wrong here. 
                          
"You're going to love this, Daenerys. The wolf is our best fighter, but we'll see how she'll handle 10 armed men."
                          
"It's your highness to you. How did you manage to keep one captive?"
                          
The man knew of her disapproval of keeping anyone in chains, so he wasn't going to tell her he was straight up blackmailing you. 
                          
"It's for the safety of everyone. She sometimes gets a little too excited in the fights."
                          
She just nods and turns to the fight as it starts.
                          
To make the fight fair for everyone, they had chained you down to a pillar. Giving you enough chain to move around the space near the pillar but not enough to move freely. The fight was hardly fair. You might be a werewolf but there were 10 of them with weapons. 
                          
Each new injury that they caused, angered you. They were all cowards by keeping to the back and using bow and arrows to shoot you. You were sick of not being able to hurt them so rather than staying chained down, you used all your strength to pull the chains off of the pillar. The crown just cheered on as they watched. You paid no attention to them as you knocked each fighter down one by one. After seeing them all on the ground, you turned to face your lord as usual to see if he wanted them killed but something caught your eye. A platinum haired woman that you had never seen before made you lose your focus. You ignored the loud cheers and even your lords' commands. This caused him to get angry as you didn't listen to him, he motioned for the guards to take you out, meaning for them to shoot you in the knee to keep you from escaping. The pain is enough to make you lose focus and turn back into your human form giving the guards the ability to put some new chains and collars on to drag you back to your cell. 
                          
"She is injured, Jon."
                          
"She'll be fine. The wolf can heal herself. No need to waste any medical supplies on her when it can be used by the men in Winterfell."