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Daenerys Misadventures	By : nitchgut Category: G through L > Game of Thrones Views: 110653 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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The winner of this round was Daenerys/Northern Lords. Second place was a pretty close race between multiple options (Dany taking Jon prisoner, Dany/Dothraki horde, Arya whoring herself in Braavos, and Sansa in Lys)

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This one was a bitch to self edit, kept finding more and more mistakes so please forgive any that did manage to slip by. I'm sure there's plenty left.

Sansa Stark had outlasted Joffrey Baratheon. She had survived Cersei Lannister. She had defeated Ramsey Bolton on the battlefield and avenged her family and the North. She had outsmarted Littlefinger, brought him to his knees and had him begging for his life.

She was Sansa Stark of Winterfell. She was Sansa Stark of the North. She would not bow to some foreign Targaryen whore who called herself Queen. The North belonged to her, it was hers by right. She had earned it, she had suffered for it, she had won it back, and she would not give it up.

She did not hide the disdain from her face as she watched Daenerys speak with Jon and the other Lords. She could not deny the Dragon Queen was beautiful, striking even, her skin pale and flawless with hair nearly as white as a winter's snow and eyes that shined with the hint of violet. She was unique, and gorgeous, and it made Sansa hate her all that much more.

The way every man in Winterfell's great hall looked at her did not go unnoticed. The Northern Lords, young and old, couldn't tear their eyes away. Each of them no doubt thinking of ways they could bed her. Not only for the power that would come with being with a Queen's consort but for the pure lust of it.

Even her half-brother Jon seemed infatuated with her. Foolish men, unable to think of anything but their cocks. But Sansa was no man and she was no fool and she did not miss how the dragon Queen looked at her half-brother either.

She had heard the rumors. That the Dragon Queen had seduced a Khal before killing him and taking his Khalasar. That she had seduced a mercenary leader to bind his army to her. Then a Meereenese noble to take control of Slaver's Bay. And now it seemed she had seduced her dimwitted half brother to steal the North away from her.

It seemed everywhere Daenerys Targaryen went men gave her the world for a chance to get between her legs. And it seemed like Daenerys Targaryen was more than willing to open her legs for them.

Sansa Stark watched as the noblemen drank and feasted and leered at the pretty Queen and Sansa Stark smiled, she knew exactly how to get her kingdom back. She would show the North and her half-brother exactly who the Dragon Queen was.

---

It did not take Daenerys long to realize Jon had not lied about his home and its people. The North was a distant and unwelcoming place. It was cold, both the freezing winds that howled outside the castle walls and the icy response from the men and women inside them.

The men and women of the North were a hard and bitter bunch. They held no love for foreigners, even those invited by their King to help save their lives.

But it was nothing she was not used to. The Dothraki did not fall to their feet when they had met her. Nor had the city of Qarth, the people of Slaver's Bay, or anyone really. She had to earn their respect and love and she would do the same again here.

Lord Manderly was an overweight man, one of the richest in the north. Lord Cerwyn young, inexperienced, taking the place of his dead father. Yohn Royce wasn't even a Northerner, instead a man of the Vale, but he shared the cold demeanor of his location. There were other Lords, Blackwood, Cassel, Holt and Hornwood to name a few, but most of the Northern Houses had been decimated by years of war and strife.

There was little left. Daenerys could not help but remember what Jon had told her, the best of the North had died with his brother Robb at the Red Wedding. What was left were scared men and children.

"I'm sure they will warm to you soon, Your Grace," Missandei said. Daenerys returned a soft smile and nodded back at her friend.

"I wouldn't be so sure," Sansa's Stark voice did not carry far, not enough for the rest of the hall to hear her, but clear enough for Daenerys ears. She looked over at the tall redhead. She carried herself stiff and smug, with a sense of confidence Daenerys was unsure was earned.

"Did my brother tell you how we went to each of them to take back Winterfell?" Sansa asked, before taking a sip of her wine.

Daenerys looked over the crowd and the burly Northerners. "They all turned you away."

"That they did. So much for the North Remembers," Sansa said.

"But they follow your brother now."

Sansa gave her a long look, "Thanks to my brother they follow you now Your Grace." Sansa took another drink, "I've learned to not put much trust in men, they always seem to disappoint. They seem to only care about two things, the coin in their pocket and--"

Daenerys brows rose and she turned to look over the crowd of men. Sansa Stark did not need to finish her thought, she knew oh too well. She had caught more than one of Lords leering. The Northern Lady was not incorrect.

Daenerys smiled, "Men," she replied to Sansa.

"Men," Sansa replied back and raised her glass.

Sansa Stark might have been smug, arrogant, and a terrible host, but maybe she was no fool. Maybe she had given her exactly what she needed to win over the Northern Lords.

---


Wyman Manderly prodded the fire. One log tumbled over another sending up embers and warmth into the room.

Daenerys welcomed the heat and loosened her coat's bindings before pulling it off completely. She draped the thick coat over one of the chairs in the Northern Lords chambers.

She did not miss the attentive glance back at her, the lingering gaze. The dress she wore was modest by Essoi standards, simple soft silks that clung to her curves, but she might as well have been half naked by Northern standards.

"I fear I am not yet used to this cold." So offered, softly, "Any warmth is a welcomed one."

"Hmm," Manderly hummed and fiddled with the fire a little more before letting it be. The man was no doubt wondering why the Queen had requested a private meeting in his chambers of all places.

"We share that in common. White Harbor is not nearly as chilled as Winterfell. Shame the Boltons ruined this castle. I was told that the hot springs once kept every room in the keep as balmy as a Dornish day." Manderly said before glancing back over to her. "But I suppose you did not wish to speak to me about the temperature Your Grace."

"I do not know what you have heard of me My Lord, but I want you to know that I am not your enemy."

Manderly huffed and looked down at that much smaller, beautiful woman. "I've heard plenty."

"The North thrived under the Iron Throne and it shall thrive again under me." Daenerys added, "I do not intend to take anything from you, only give."

"And what might you give?"

Daenerys smiled, "Wealth? Power? Influence?" She stared at the older man for a moment, "what else does a man want?"

Manderly said nothing, but couldn't help but let his gaze drift down over her body.

Daenerys let him look without a word, let his eyes follow the curve of her breast, down her flat stomach, and between her legs.

This was the reality of the world she lived in, men saw her for only two things, her body and her dragons. There was power in a woman's body. Every night all over the world men would spend all their hard-earned coin in brothels. Men had earned fortunes selling sex. Dynasties had been built off the back of bed slaves.

She had learned that men would kill to get between her legs, to taste her, to fuck her, and they had. They would betray their friends, kill her enemies. They would give her kingdoms just for the chance of sinking their cocks into her tight wet cunt.

She would be a fool not to let them. Her brother once told her he would let an entire Dothraki horde and their horses have their way with her if it got him what he wanted. At the time she had been horrified at the thought. Now, after all she had been through, she welcomed the idea. It was a small price to pay for power.

So she would let this Northern Lord use her as he saw fit tonight, and she would use him for the rest of his life.

"Follow your King. When the time comes bend the knee and you will see and you and your family prosper like never before." Daenerys took a step forward, "bend the knee in front of your men, and I shall return the favor here, now, to show you how much I value you."

Daenerys fell to one knee in front of the overweight man, then another. She looked up, violet eyes shining, her lips parted, her tongue peeked out.

She reached forward pulling at the Northerner's belt. She made quick work of the leather strap. Manderly's hands moved, but he hesitated and mumbled something to himself, undoubtedly in shock by the events occurring.

Daenerys could see the outline of his cock through his pants, his cock coming to life before her eyes. She traced her hand over him, a pleased smile crossing her face as the man jerked in response. She reached into his trousers, her fingers wrapping around the shaft of his member. He was already half-hard and throbbing, thick and warm.

She pulled him free, stroked him once, watching the foreskin pull back against his head. Then she licked her lips, glanced up at the Northern Lord before leaning forward and taking him inside her wet, warm, and waiting mouth.

"Gods," Manderly groaned as her lips sealed around him. He tasted sweat and piss, but Daenerys ignored it. She slid her tongue up and around his cock, she pressed the head of him into the side of her mouth making her cheek bulge.

She looked up at him, his eyes half in disbelief as he stared down. His cock came free of her mouth with a pop, salvia trailing from her swollen lips to his swollen cock.

Manderly swallowed hard, the Queen was sucking him off. He felt himself twitch and did all he could not spend himself right there and then all over her pretty face.

"I take care of those who follow me My Lord." Daenerys said then moved forward. She pressed her lips against his shaft, she ran her hand down the length of him, one stroke than another. Then she followed her fingers with her mouth, licking and sucking on his length, moaning against his flesh before she pulled back and teased the tip of him with her lips and tongue. She felt him shudder then rock forward and she gave the man mercy, letting him slip back between her lips and down her throat.

She gagged slightly as she took his full length him inside her, his shaft gliding across her tongue until the head of his cock hit the back of her throat. She convulsed, the muscles in her throat tightening against intrusion. But she pushed forward, her eyes watering. She was rewarded with a bellowing moan from the older Northerner.

Each time she gagged she felt a twinge between her legs, her cunt moistening. She moaned again, stroked his cock and let her free hand slip down between her legs.

She was soaking wet, nearly dripping. Maybe she was the whore Queen some of her enemies called her she thought with a grin, why else would she get off on an old man face fucking her.

Her fingers teased herself, dipping inside her, she could feel her cunt convulse around her fingers in time with the man fucking her mouth. She moaned again, eyes rolling back as she fingered her clit. Teasing out her own pleasure in time with Manderlys.

She was so close, she was so easy.

"Gods, Gods!" he cried out. And then Manderlys hands were in her hair, holding her there. He jerked forward and Daenerys wretched as he buried himself completely down her throat. His balls rested against her cheek, her nose and face buried in his wiry pubic hair.

He came with a roar. Daenerys felt him throb, swell, then explode. She felt the warmth of his seed coat her throat. She gagged again but held firm. Letting him spill his seed into her belly. At the same time she pressed hard against her clit, wrenching a climax from herself. She moaned, gagged, and sputtered, her body shaking and convulsing around her fingers in her cunt and her the cock in her throat.

He ground against her face almost painfully so. She couldn't breathe, her head buzzed. She felt her eyes go red and wet. Her fingers dug into his thighs, her stomach turned and finally, he let go.

She fell back onto her ass and heaved a gasp, coughing up spit and cum across her chin.

"By Gods, old and new," Manderly said, his breathing heavy, his eyes distant, his quickly softening cock flopping against his leg. Spit and cum still hung from it. He stiffened when he saw her the realization of what he had just done.

"Your Grace," he offered, unsure.

But Daenerys simply smiled, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and licked her lips. She stood on uneasy legs and looked up at him.

"So much passion Lord Manderly," she said smiling sweetly, "I hope to see that in the battlefield in the coming days, and in the great hall after."

Manderly nodded to her, still out of breath and dumbfounded at what had just happened.

---

Daenerys chewed on her bottom lip as she walked aside Yohn Royce. It was near dusk, the setting sun gleamed off the multiple pieces of plate armor that lay before them. It was beautiful, almost enough to make the Winterfell's mudcaked, grey and brown courtyard pleasing to look at.

She tried to catch Royce's eye, she licked her lips, held her back straight, pushed her chest out. She walked a little too close to the Vale Lord, swayed her hips a little more than necessary. Smiled a little too much and had already attempted multiple times to get him alone.

But Royce seemed overly interested in the condition of his men's armor, the wellbeing of their horses, and little in her. She glanced at the stables and wondered. Could she get away with a quick fuck there, beside the horses? The hay and horses might muffle her moans, but it was more than likely a stableboy would wander in on them and she did not need that.

Then she considered at the armory, it looked empty, but for how long? The heat would do her favors, give her an excuse to lose the thick coat she had been forced to wear. A little sweat to give her an appealing glow, She doubted Royce could resist. She licked her lips and undid the first button on her long winter coat.

"I pledged myself to the King in the North Your Grace, and when he pledged himself to you I did as well. I am a man of my word, my sword is yours."

"Oh," Daenerys stated, slightly taken aback, "I had been told tales of the honor of the men of the Vale--" she paused.

Royce smiled, "I understand, most tales are just that, tales. But the men of Vale know the value of honor and chivalry, we honor our words and follow our leaders."

Daenerys gave one glance back to the forges, almost disappointed. "You're loyalty will be rewarded, My Lord."

---

Cley Cerwyn was younger than the rest of the Northern Lords, spirited, and not but a bit angry. It had been no trouble to get the young man alone, even less to get him interested, he had been leering at her since she had first arrived at Winterfell.

Daenerys gasped as her bareback smashed against the stone wall. That gasp continued into a moan as Cerywn's mouth descended down upon her neck. His hand grabbed her tit, squeezing and pawing and she mewed in response.

"This is what you want?" he growled thrusting up into her. Her dress was in the way, his trousers still on, but she could feel him hard beneath her.

"You know what I want," she gasped feeling his teeth scrap across her collarbone. His hand lifted and squeezed her breasts, bringing it teasingly close to his mouth.

"My loyalty." he said as he struggled to free himself. "for your cunt?"

"I believe I worded it--" Daenerys froze as he freed himself, tore her dress out of his way, pressed him against her opening and thrust up and into her, spreading her cunt quick and hard. She moaned as he let her sink down onto him until he was fully seated inside her tightness.

"Deal," he grunted as he lifted her up, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her ass then pulled her down driving himself into her.
They’re bodies slapped together almost painfully so. Daenerys clenched around him, pulled him tight, pressing the hard nipples of her breast against his chest.

"Ahh," Daenerys gasped, her legs going tight around his waist. The stone wall bit into her back but she could not bring herself to care.

Cerwyn thrust himself up, lifting her in the process, driving his cock in and out of her. She gasped and moaned, burying her head into the crook of her neck, her back rubbed raw, her cunt ached and throbbed. She could feel herself dripping all over his cock as he took her, as he fucked her.

"Fuck!" she cried out, her fingers clawing into his back as he moved, Steady hard thrusts, driving in and out of her soaking wet cunt. The sound of them fuckinng filled the room, the slick, wet sound of their bodies coming together mixed with Daenerys soft moans and whimpers.

"Harder," she demanded, and the young Lord obeyed pressing into her, his hands left her hips, went to her throat. She moaned loudly, as he fucked her pistoning in and out of her.

So close, she was so close, she let out a needy whine but felt the man begin to falter. Excitement and youth could only take one so far and the man fucking her was beginning to reach his limit.

Without warning he pulled her away from the wall, holding her tight he walked the few steps to his bed throwing them both down onto it.

Daenerys moaned as he landed on top of her. Their sweat-slicked bodies grinding together, never missing a beat he slid deep inside her cunt then he grabbed one leg, lifted it up and drove into her. Her eyes rolled back, her toes curled as he resumed fucking, pummeling her body into the feather mattress. The sensation of being taken so hard nearly overwhelmed her.

"Give it to me," she moaned, "Give me everything."

Cerwyn roared, grabbing onto her hips as he roughly drove into her. She was so incredibly tight and warm and wet. She cried out as she came sobbing a Valryian prayer. Her vision went near white as her body exploded, her muscles tightened. Her cunt clenched down on Cerwyn's cock, her hips thrust up sealing their bodies together as she shuddered and moaned..

Unable to hold back any longer the young man quickly followed, burying himself as deeply as he could in the Targaryen cunt, he thrust into her, driving his cock into her until his balls pressed against her. He moaned as she clamped down around him, squeezing and milking his member and then came with a groan spilling himself inside the cock hungry Queen. Utterly spent he fell onto her chest, his face pillowed in her breasts.

Her dress was ruined, the back half torn from the stone wall, the rest soaked in sweat and their juices. She sighed heavily, basking in the glow of her release, ignoring the presence of a man she cared little about resting on her chest, his cock still nestled inside her. She had a number of other men she needed to see, she could not spend too long here with him.

Luckily Cerwyn was a young man and quickly picked himself up off her. He looked at her, an arrogant smile on his face. But not one that was not unearned, he had bedded the Queen after all and had her cumming all over his cock.

"Drink," Ceryen offered, handing her a glass of wine, she felt sated, exhausted. She had already shared cups with half the Northern Lords, she was already tipsy and exhausted. But still she drank, not wanting to offend the men she wished to win over.

"I’m famished," Cerywen said, his hand wandering to his bare belly. "Let us feast to celebrate this new alliance."

---

She had drunk a little too much she thought absent-mindedly, her eyes drifting open then shut. A hand in her on her head, in her hair, guiding her head up was enough to get her to open her eyes once again . She looked up at Cerwyn's grinning face, his cock pressed against her cheek and lips, she opened her mouth taking him against her tongue. She moaned and sucked.

Cerwyn had gone to get more wine and food for his so-called feast. He had returned with enough food and drink to feed ten men, and he had returned with those men in tow as well. Lords from other Northern Houses. House Wells, Stane, Forrester and Blackwood she had recalled and a few more she had not.

They had drank and ate together in their private little party, mayhaps she had drank a little too much. She could hardly remember who had started it, a little flirting here, a brushed touch there.

Before long she had found herself with a man's hand on her breast, another between her legs and it was not long before she was grinding her hips against the fingers inside her, moaning as she came and blushing as half a dozen men watched.

Not long after that she was on her knees surrounded by cocks. Sucking and stroking and moaning and swallowing their seed. She could remember the taste of them, the feeling of warm cum splashing across her tongue, lips and face. Soon after that she had been tossed on her back, her legs spread, her cunt taken.

She could hardly remember how long ago that had been. It seemed that her plan to privately seduce each of the most influential Northern Lords had devolved into a wholehearted orgy that would make Lysenne whore blush.

Another man grabbed her hips, holding her steady as he slipped inside her. She looked down between her spread legs. He was thick, well built, his belly and chest covered in thick dark hair, Lord Blackwood? Stane? she could not tell as he entered her. His cock was thick, and hard, and her body bulged and stretched as he entered her.

She moaned loudly and lifted her hips to meet his. Her head was grabbed, forced to turn and another cock was forced into her mouth. She did not fight the men as they controlled her body, bent her to their will.

She was Daenerys Targaryen, rightful ruler of the Seven Kingdoms, Mother of Dragons, Breaker of Chains, but at that moment it did not matter, she might as well have been a Fleabottom whore or Lysenne bed slave. Someone to be used and abused and she would not have it any other way.

Without warning the man between her lips throbbed, she heard his grunt then could taste him. His seed flooded her mouth, filling it, coating her tongue. He pulled free, and she let the cum ooze from her lips and onto her cheek and chin.

It's mere seconds before another cock was offered to her, she couldn't see from whom, but she did not care. She sealed her lips around it and suckled on his head, moaning as the man between her legs sped up, pounding into her. Fucking her hard and fast. Her body jerked, her breasts bounced. There were hands all over her, grasping and squeezing and molesting her. Breasts, throat, stomach, there wasn’t an inch of her left untouched. Men pawed at her like she was a thing. They laughed, moaned and groaned. Fingers pressed against her clit and it was almost enough to send her spiraling over that pleasurable edge. She shuddered and moaned, her body jerked up into the man's cock, countless hands and men all toying with her. She wanted more, she needed more.

But the man inside her finished too fast. She felt him throb, swell and knew he was about to spill inside her. But instead he pulled out from her cunt, the missing warmth and pressure of his cock left her feeling empty. She watched transfixed as he gripped his shaft, and he began to furiously pump his cock. She watched as the muscles of his stomach tense and flex and then he exploded sending cum splashing over her stomach and breast. Warm and sticky, it covered her, coated her naked flesh.

He wasn’t the first, she was covered in it, her breasts shined with spent seed, creamy white liquid pooled in her navel. She could feel it all over her, her thighs, her chest, her hands and face. She could taste it on her lips and tongue, feel it leaking from her cunt.

She did not have to wait long before another man took his spot and easily slid between her legs, then inside her cunt. She leaned back and returned her attention to the man in her mouth, and let herself be used.

It did not not take long before the men tore another orgasm from her. Her senses overwhelmed by their cocks and hands. She came with a whine and her body trembled, soft whimpers escaped her mouth and past the cock resting on her tongue.

This time whoever is fucking her did not bother to pull out. He jerked inside her when he came, his hands digging painfully into her hips as he lurched forward, burying himself as deeply as he could as he exploded inside her.

Daenerys convulsed around him. Her cunt clenching down around his cock. She cried out, her entire body squeezed him refusing to let him pull free. Her legs tighten around him, her cunt squeezed his cock, milking him. When he finally escapes her grasp she can feel him spill from her cunt. Cum from a half dozen different men, men who hadn't cum on her stomach or tits, but had instead buried themself deep inside the Queen. She can feel it drool from her, warm and sticky, down her cunt, over her ass. It's disgusting and thrilling. She shuts her eyes and shudders, her mind awash with the feeling.

The next man picks her up, hosting her up and she weakly clings to him. She's soaked with sweat and cum and her hands slip as she tries to hold on. She's tired, and weak, and her limbs feel boneless. But the man has no plans to drop her. His fingers dig painfully into the soft flesh of her ass as he guides her body.

"Gods," Daenerys moaned as she sank down on his cock. Her body slid tightly against him, supported by his hands on her ass, and the cock impaling her.

She groaned again, then buried her head in the space between his head and chest. She wondered if this is how they'll find her, fucked senseless in the room of a random Northern Lords. Covered in cum and sweat and nearly delirious. What would Jon think of her, if he knew how much she had enjoyed it.

She feels the man behind her, his hard cock, slipping between the cheeks of her ass and all her previous thoughts are lost. She knows it will hurt but she welcomes it, knows the feeling of being completely full will be worth any pain. Carefully he lifts, her cunt aches as the cock inside it pulls nearly free.

And then there's pressure on her ass, the tight ring of muscles reluctant to ease entry.

Daenerys whimpered softly as gravity does the work. Two cocks inside her at once, she floating, sandwiched between the two Northern Lords and feeling impossibly full. And then they're moving, bouncing her up and down and she can't think, can't speak. She can't do anything but moan and cum and cry.

By the end of the night, she does not know how many men have used her, how many have cum inside her cunt and mouth and ass. How many have spilled their seeds over her pristine flesh.

Northern Lords, Knights, their servants? She did not know, could not tell, and did not care.

---

Her body ached nearly as badly as her head. Mayhaps she had let things get carried away last night, too much wine, too many men. Being forced out of bed at near dawn to prepare for war did little to help things.

At least Winterfell's great hall was warm, its giant hearth behind her roaring with flame. Daenerys watched as the Lords of the Northern slowly began to fill the room.

They each glanced at her, some smiled, but most were as cold and icy as the storm outside. Northern hospitality at its finest and ever-present in the women who sat beside her.

More Lords entered the hall, taking the seats, servants gathered, bringing food and drink to break their fasts.

"This is not Essos." Lady Sansa finally spoke.

Daenerys turned to face the smug redhead, the ever-present look of superiority still ever-present.

"Did you think what you did last night would go unnoticed?" Sansa asked, she looked like she had just achieved some great victory. "I'm told you gave yourself to half the Castle."

Daenerys had to roll her eyes, then took a sip of her drink, she glanced at Jon who sat beside her oblivious, then back at Sansa. "Not nearly that many I think. Only a dozen or two." she said in a hushed whisper so no others might hear.

She could almost hear Sansa's teeth grinding the girl was clenching her jaw so tightly. "This is not Essos, Northern Men aren't the uncivilized barbarians. They will see you for what you are truly are, a whore and a fool They will never follow a you, they will never follow--"

"Northern men are just that, My Lady, men," Daenerys interrupted, tired of the girl's speel. Then she stood and all eyes turned to her. Watching and waiting.

She could see them all, Cerwyen, Blackwood, Manderly, that one boy, barely a man, the one with the massive cock. She tried to hold back a blush as he stared and the memories of his cock slapping across her face came back to her. She could remember the taste of him as he came in her mouth and the way her stomach clenched and turned as she swallowed him.

She cleared her throat, "War draws near, My Lords. The threat in the North approaches closer every day." The crowd murmured. "The cowards in the south have decided to hide from winter while the North stands its ground. The South has turned its back on you, The south has turned its back on all of us. But I have not." She glanced at each of the men she had fucked, each of the men whose cock had been inside her mouth, cunt and ass. "I stand with you now, as I always will. On the battlefield, in this great hall, everywhere! I will fight for you and together we will win, and then together, we will march south and make those cowards pay."

A hush covered the great hall and Sansa's grin grew, the stupid whore, the North would never fall.

And then the hall erupted in cheers and cries of battle and Sansa's face fell.

"The Dragon Queen!" they cheered, raising their glasses, their hands and swords.

Daenerys smiled, sitting back down then leaned over to Sansa. "Essosi, Northern, Southern, men are men My Lady."

She took a sip of her wine, smiling as the Northern men cheered for her, delighting as the color faded from Sansa's face.

"I had hoped we could get along. I thought we shared much in common. We were both sold to men for the gain of others. We both have suffered so much. But I was wrong, we share little in common. I did not run from my first husband, I did not let him abuse me and cower in fear until someone had to save me. I saved myself My Lady. I made that man love me, adore me, listen to me. As I did to all your Northern Lords."

Sansa grit her teeth, "You fucked them all."

"I did," Daenerys replied, "and it seems they quite enjoyed themselves."

"You are a whore, not a Queen, they would never follow--"

"And yet they do, I fear you do not understand men or the world or anything as well as you think." Daenerys took a drink of her wine. "Men are drawn to power, and what is more powerful than a dragon? Do you know the story of how Visenya gained the loyalty of the Vale? She let their young King ride a dragon. In a way, I did the same for your Northern Lords."

Daenerys smiled and Sansa fumed.

“You are not fooling anyone Lady Sansa. Your men can still see the fear under all that confidence. They saw it when you refused to come south and meet Cersei for the peace talks. When you sent Brienne to represent you. They see it every time you open your mouth and petty jabs spill from your lips.” Daenerys sighed, and smiled at the Lords in the hall as they chanted her name.. “But I understand that fear and I am not cruel. As your Lords have learned I give much to those who follow me. So you may keep your frozen wasteland, rule here as Lady in your brother's sted, safe within Winterfell's walls. But after I save the North from the White Walkers, I will be taking your men and your brother south with me.”

"Dragon Queen!" the crowd cheered as Sansa sank back into her chair, defeated.

New and improved condensed options for the next chapter. Leave a comment and review and pick whichever ones you like, feel free to pick multiple, feel free to add your own ideas or expand on something already on the list. Thanks.

1. A Ciri Story (Back to the Witcher)
2. A Sansa Story
3. Dany takes Jon prisoner
4. Son’s of the Harpy capture Dany
5. Instead of fleeing to Essos, Dany is taken in by Ned and grows up at Winterfell (Starks/Dany)
6. More of Dany as a sex slave in Essos
7. More of Dany at court. (Dany/Robert)
8. Dany gets captured by Cersei and becomes her sex slave
9. Dany wins the throne. Sam becomes grandmaester, but still resents Dany for killing his father and brother. So he uses his position to drug, molest and degrade the Queen without her knowing it.
10. Ramsey wins the battle of the bastards, takes Jon and Sansa as his pets. Dany allies with Ramsey not knowing what kind of person he is. Ramsey eventually breaks Dany.
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Daenerys Misadventures