Chapter 124

                                    

                                          
I go upstairs and make my way to the cabin that Daenerys and I share. When I open the door, Daenerys is undoing the braids in her hair, already in her nightdress.
                          
I close the door behind me and I take off my sword. I place it on a table and sigh.
                          
She turns toward me. "Did you talk to the Kingslayer?" She asks. 
                          
I nod. I start to take off some layers and sit on the bed to pull off my boots. 
                          
She sits beside me and puts her hand on my thigh. She looks up at me, her brows knit. "What's wrong my love?"
                          
I shrug. "I don't know... I hated..." I feel my throat tighten. "I hated the look on his face..." I angrily wipe my tears away. "He looked so guilty. He looked like he felt bad. I hated it."
                          
She puts her hand up to my cheek. "Why?"
                          
"He used to be so arrogant. I wish he still was. Then I could hate him for what he did to Jory. Then I could punch him, hit him. But he seemed so remorseful... maybe... maybe he is different now."
                          
She sighs. "It doesn't matter. He's our prisoner. He's on Cersei's side. I'm sure he wouldn't hesitate to slit our throats given the opportunity. Especially mine."
                          
I nod. "You're probably right." I smile at her. Seeing her face always makes me feel better. "It will be a long journey my dragon. A week at least."
                          
She smiles. "Good opportunity to get to know everyone." She flops down on the bed and I lay down too. "I'm so tired."
                          
I roll onto my side and cuddle into her shoulder. "Me too. Let's sleep forever."
                          
She wraps her arms around me and chuckles. "Alright."
                          
We do wake up though, later than I would usually, but it's not as if I can train anyway, and I need as much rest as I can get to heal fast.
                          
I help Daenerys with her hair and she and I head to the hall for breakfast. Everyone else is there already, and they all stand when they see Daenerys.
                          
She smiles. "Good morning. Please. Sit. I'd like to have breakfast with everyone."
                          
Everyone sits back down and Daenerys and I find a spot beside Jon. The food is all laid out on the table already, so we load our plates with food.
                          
The room sits in awkward silence.
                          
I clear my throat. "Did anyone train this morning?"
                          
Jon nods as he chews a piece of bacon. "I did some training with Ser Jorah before breakfast."
                          
I try my best not to, but I can't help but pout a little. I love to train, but even I know it would be foolish to train in my condition.
                          
Ser Jorah laughs. "Please don't be sad Nyla. You'll be able to train soon."
                          
I blush. "I... I... I didn't say anything!"
                          
Daenerys laughs. "My knight loves to train. She lives for it. It's hard to think of a morning when she wasn't up at the crack of dawn to train with Ser Jorah, Ser Barriston, Daario or Grey Worm."
                          
If possible, I blush even more, the heat travelling to my ears.
                          
Ser Jorah nods. "She always reminded me how old I am. When I first taught her to swing I sword, I could beat her, but the last dozen times we trained... There is no chance I could best her now."
                          
Ser Davos looks surprised. "Really? I saw you train with Jon today Ser. You're quite good." He looks up at me. "Meaning no offence Ser."
                          
Ser Jorah shrugs. "Nyla is better. She's the best fighter I've ever seen."