Chapter Eighty-Five

                                    

                                          
After training, I do as I promised and find Daenerys. She's bathing in the bathhouse. Missandei is there, helping Daenerys bathe and wash her hair. 
                          
The room is large, hot and full of steam. Dany smiles wide when she sees me.
                          
I bow. "Your grace. Here as promised."
                          
She turns to Missandei. "Thank you Missandei. Please leave us."
                          
Missandei smiles and bows slightly before leaving.
                          
Daenerys motions for me to join her in the large tub of water.
                          
I tear off my clothes and lower myself slowly into the water.
                          
Dany clicks her tongue disapprovingly. "How is it you get so dirty while training Nyla?"
                          
I sigh as my sore muscles soak in the hot water. "I'm not sure..."
                          
She takes a nearby sponge and motions for me to turn around, I do so, and she starts to gently scrub my back.
                          
"You don't have to..."
                          
"I may be your queen... but as of last night..." she places her chin on my shoulder and kisses my neck. "Your lover as well... I can help wash away the sweat and dirt from your hard day of training."
                          
I shudder involuntarily. "Mmmm. I suppose... I can allow it."
                          
She smiles and continues to gently clean my body. She's gentle and her soft touch makes it hard for me to think.
                          
"How was training today?" She asks.
                          
"Very good. I felt invincible. Disarmed Ser Barristan three times... he was frustrated." I turn toward her and smile. "Grey Worm said I was better than him..."
                          
She nods. "Well, you are!"
                          
"He's a famous knight. Bards all over Westeros sing songs about him and what he has done. I'm not better than him, he's just... getting older." I sigh. "I've never even been in a real battle. Never fought in a war."
                          
"You will..." she gently pours a bucket of water over my head and starts washing my hair. "People will sing songs about you for years and years to come."
                          
"I know they will sing songs about you my queen. When you are done. You brought back dragons from extinction, liberated Slavers Bay... and soon..." I kiss her on the lips. "You will conquer Westeros."
                          
She works her fingers through my hair. "And who will be by my side? You."
                          
"I did gain some insight on how you may be able to control you Dragons, your grace."
                          
She lifts her brows. "I should hope so. You risked your life... tell me everything."
                          
"I set up the Ceremony just as Ser Barristan described it. I wasn't even sure if it was going to work, I've only ever had dreams about my ancestors in my sleep. I sat in the middle of the candles and laid Dragons Claw across my lap. Then I cleared my mind." She continues to wash my hair while listening intently. "Suddenly, I was in this black... void. But my father was there."
                          
Her brows raise in surprise. "He was? Did he know who you were?"
                          
"No... he only met me as a babe, but he understood when I told him. Then, he told me he would show me to my ancestor's memories, ones that would answer my questions."
                          
"Did your father warn you of the danger?"
                          
I nod. "Yes, my queen. But... I was foolish, and stayed longer than he recommended."
                          
"What did you see?"
                          
I turn toward her and look her in the eyes. "Balerion the Black Dread."
                          
Her mouth falls open. "You're lying. He died 300 years ago."
                          
"Would I lie to you Daenerys?" I shake my head. "The sight of him sent shivers down my spine. He was as big as the stories say. Viserys I was there, his last rider. He told me that dragons only take one rider at a time when their rider dies they may take another one, but perhaps not. It depends on the dragon, and depends on the dragon rider trying to ride them."
                          
She nods. "That makes sense..."
                          
"I, unfortunately, did not get a clear answer on how to control them. The secret is here." I gently place my hand on her chest, where her heart would be. "And here." I gently brush my other hand across her temple.
                          
She smiles slightly, but sighs. "I don't understand my love."
                          
"You're a Targaryen, they are your children. If you doubt yourself, your heart, it will be impossible to control them." I lean in close until our foreheads touch. "Reach out to them, your minds and souls are connected, they will hear you." I kiss her soft lips.
                          
She kisses me back passionately and pulls herself onto my lap making the water splash. "You... make it sound... so easy..." she says between kisses.
                          
I moan a little into her mouth. "It... isn't." I pull her away from me gently and look into her eyes. "But I believe in you."
                          
She puts her hands on either side of my face. "Where would I be without you?"
                          
"I ask myself the same thing... every day... You make me complete Daenerys Targaryen." 
                          
I kiss and lick her neck and move my hands down. Her back arches suddenly and she moans.
                          
We spend a long time in those baths and by the time we finish and dry off, it's almost time for a small council meeting.
                          
We leave the baths together and Missandei is waiting outside for us. 
                          
She nods when she sees us. "My Grace, my lady. How was your bath?"
                          
Dany looks up at me and smiles. "Very good."
                          
I blush deeply despite myself, and I can't help but see Missandei smile and give me a side glance. 
                          
"Do we have to time for dinner before the small council meeting Missandei?" Daenerys asks.
                          
She nods. "Yes, my queen. I will have supper brought to your quarters."
                          
"Enough for Nyla and I both?"
                          
Missandei smiles. "Of course your grace."
                          
Dany and I head up to her quarters and eat together. I have always loved her. But being as close as we have since last night, I can't stop staring. I always want to touch her, she's mine, only she could make me feel this way.
                          
She smiles when she catches me staring. "What are you staring at?"
                          
I chuckle as I pop another grape into my mouth. "My queen."
                          
She blushes. "I want it to be this way forever Nyla..."
                          
I look down. "Can it? Two women together like this... it is frowned upon in Westeros."
                          
Her brows knit. "Why?"
                          
"Its seen as sinful by the seven gods, like incest."
                          
Her expression goes dark. "I don't care... the way I feel about you isnt wrong."
                          
"I don't think it is my love... but the Lords and Ladies of Westeros will think differently."
                          
"The lords and ladies of Westeros don't have three dragons..." she says.
                          
"You need their respect, their love... I want to be with you more than anything..."
                          
"I've rewritten history already. I've liberated Slavers Bay." She leans in close to me. "If I want you..."
                          
Missandei opens the door then. "Grey Worm, Ser Barristan, and Mossador here for a small council meeting your Grace. Shall I let them in?"
                          
"We will continue this after Nyla." She whispers to me. "Let them in Missandei."