Thread: Game of Tongues! (Jack Stalker and MissMayday)

Daenerys was a proud woman. She was the claimant to a mighty throne that would rule the majority of the known, civilised world, never mind her earlier conquests in Slavers Bay and the riches she had garnered there were beyond counting, never mind still the three massive Dragons- Two...two massive dragons now. Daenerys Stormborn, breaker of chains was a name feared throughout Essos, and already the icy tendrils of gossip and rumour were bringing her tales and legends across the grassy lands of Westeros. All the way to the Northern icy wastelands, down to the burning deserts of Dorne. The Targaryen legend was back, and a white haired Queen was riding the wave of power. The conquest of Westeros wasn't exactly easy though. The damnable Lannisters did put up a fight, even when confronted by hordes of Dorthraki screamers and dragon fire, two of the most terrifying weapons in her arsenal. The Starks rode with her now, as did the Dornish and the remnants of the Tyrells, a host of smaller houses threw their troops into the mix also and she had quite the little force under her command. Except, now it was riding north. She had seen the true enemy, it wasn't a blonde sitting on a pile of melted bastard swords, it wasn't a Crimson House that ruled with an iron fist and interlinked their bloodlines-Not that there was anything wrong with that according to the young Targaryen- it was an army of the undead. Innumerable in counting and terrifying in scale. She had sent her armies Northwards, and rode as hard south as she could to arrange a ceasefire and Peace Talks, and try her damnedest to get Lannister red cloaks onto the wall alongside her forces. She had been surprised at the gentle summons to Cersei's chamber and was more than happy to take up the offer. It might make sure she would ride North faster...besides, the older womans eyes had never left the young Targaryen the entire time they were at the meeting. Daenerys returned the glances often, and a stirring inside of her kicked off...seeing such a powerful woman was almost a novelty for the Targaryen. She'd always been the one that was in charge...but suddenly she had an equal, and it was exhilarating. Her thick, warm jacket and trousers were soon appreciated...her nipples could cut diamonds and a certain dampness was forming between the girls legs. Knocking on the door and entering, she gave a diplomatic smile to the older woman, but felt the rush of lust settling in as she set eyes on the Golden haired woman. The mountain was a tad unnerving but Dany had seen bigger monsters in her time and strode right past the beast. Dany was dressed more conservatively still in her thick furred jacket and trousers, her red cape trailing from one shoulder behind as she walked in. Some wine would be lovely your Grace. Thank you. She replied as she settled onto the couch, eyeing the spears and blades with interest as she sat and also crossed a leg. Though maybe not quite so revealing as the other womans. The goblet met her lips and the dry red was a wonderful sensation, and clearly piqued Dany's interest, just as her eyes trailed up that long leg without thinking. Snapping back to reality, she returned the warm smile. Where do I get more of this wine... She replied with a small smirk, a nice little ice breaker as she broke into a beaming grin, already feeling more relaxed as she sunk into the couch. Where do we begin? Cersei... She drawled. The formality's now obviously dropped.