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The light emerging from the piece in Satoru's hand seemed to warm the very air, dispelling just a fraction of the cold that filled that dark place without time or space.
Daenerys lifted her gaze from her wrists.
Her violet eyes blinked at the glow. For an instant, she didn't know what was more unreal: the warmth of that light… or the man offering it to her.
"W-what… did you say?" she murmured, her voice broken but still audible.
Satoru held her gaze.
Daenerys looked at him. He was tall, imposing, with white, tousled hair falling like snow over his face, and eyes so deeply blue they seemed to have stolen the color of the very sky.
For a moment, Daenerys got lost in that gaze… as if she could forget the pain just by sinking into it.
"That you be my Queen," Satoru repeated his proposal.
Daenerys stood still.
The silence turned dense, almost cutting.
Her lips trembled, parted in an expression that mixed disbelief and surprise at the same time.
"You want me to… marry you?"
Satoru didn't move, though he blinked in confusion before composing himself.
He could have corrected the misunderstanding.
He could have explained the true meaning of the piece in his hand. That it wasn't exactly a marriage proposal, but an offer of alliance, of power, of salvation, and of servitude.
An opportunity to be reborn as Queen in her nobility, under his protection, not in his bed.
But he didn't.
Because something in his chest—a feeling that had no logical place—stopped him.
He was still a man, after all.
"…Yes," he said at last, in a soft voice. "Exactly that."
Daenerys pressed her lips together, and her body trembled as if something broke inside her.
"I don't understand…" she murmured, shaking. "Why me? I'm no one. Just a bargaining chip for my brother or a potential wife…"
Satoru listened attentively, without interrupting her.
Viserys, her older brother, though eager to give her to Khal Drogo, couldn't stand the idea of seeing his sister belong to another man. The night before the wedding, drunk with desire and jealousy, he tried to enter Daenerys's room to take the only thing that still belonged to her: her virginity.
Fortunately, some guards stopped him, or he would have succeeded.
Satoru remembered that detail, and his expression hardened. He frowned, a shadow crossing his eyes.
Daenerys took a deep breath, but her voice cracked as she spoke.
"They sold me to a Dothraki barbarian… Dragged me into a hut that smelled of blood and sweat, worse than a stable." Daenerys clenched her fists. "My brother… Viserys… laughed. He said I would finally be useful. Said I was worth something now. That I should smile because of it."
Satoru clenched his fists tightly as he listened to her story.
"But I didn't smile. Not when they forced me to marry Drogo. Not when the drums sounded, marking the start of the ritual, as Drogo's Bloodriders surrounded us to escort us… when they pushed me into that hut, alone with him…"
A tear rolled silently down her cheek.
"He looked at me like I was a mare. A prize. He was going to… he was going to take me…"
Then, Daenerys raised her gaze.
"So I killed myself…"
Her lips trembled. She looked at him steadily, not averting her eyes, as a single tear crossed her cheek.
"I slit my wrists before he could touch me. I didn't want his hand to be the last thing I felt in life. I preferred death… to being possessed like an object."
Satoru felt something stir inside him. It wasn't pity. No. It was rage.
Against Daenerys's brother, Viserys. But most of all against Drogo.
But he still said nothing.
Daenerys looked at him, not hiding her vulnerability.
"And now you come… with that calm voice… and tell me to be your Queen."
"Yes."
"Your wife?"
Satoru tilted his head slightly, his eyes steady.
"If that's what you understand as Queen… then yes."
Daenerys bit her lip, and something like a choked sob escaped her chest. But it wasn't sadness.
It was relief.
It was the exact moment when a shattered existence found a crack through which hope could slip.
"Would you promise not to treat me like an object…? Would you promise to love me…?"
"I promise."
"…What would happen if I accept your proposal…?"
"Then… from now on, you will never be alone again."
Daenerys took a step.
Then another.
Until she was in front of him and embraced him, wrapping him in her delicate arms, looking at him up close.
Her skin was still stained with dried blood, but her eyes… her eyes shone.
"Then… I accept… I will become your Queen…"
Daenerys stepped back from the embrace and lifted her chin with resolve, showing the back of her hand to Satoru.
Satoru took her hand gently and kissed it, not looking away from her violet eyes, then slowly guided it to his own chest.
The Queen piece appeared between his fingers, suspended in the air for just a second… and sank softly into Daenerys's skin.
…
Satoru had decided to be 17 years old during his stay in the world of Game of Thrones, just one year older than Daenerys.
He sighed in relief, grateful that the version of Daenerys he had met was the one from the TV series, not the books.
Because if she had been the age she was in the books…
The idea of taking her as Queen would have never crossed his mind. Much less as a wife.
After all, in the books, Daenerys was only thirteen.
"Thank goodness…" Satoru murmured, swallowing hard, knowing he had dodged a bullet.
Beside him, Daenerys seemed lost in thought, her gaze fixed on nothing.
Or so anyone observing her from the outside would have thought.
But Satoru saw something more: a screen floated in front of her face, invisible to everyone but him.
"What should I choose, husband?" Daenerys asked, clinging to his arm without taking her eyes off the screen.
Satoru tensed at the word "husband," but decided not to say anything. He pretended he hadn't heard it.
"It's your decision, Daenerys. Choose whatever you want. From now on, no one else decides for you."
Daenerys slowly looked away from the screen and turned to him. She watched him in silence for a few seconds, a small smile on her lips.
"Call me Dany…" she whispered, barely audible.
But Satoru heard her perfectly.
He smiled involuntarily, realizing that Daenerys was starting to trust him.
They had barely met, but he had been the only one who hadn't treated her like an object. He didn't try to use her. He didn't push her to be something she didn't want to be.
He always gave her the option to choose.
And that was enough for her to lower her guard. Much faster than Satoru would have imagined.
Daenerys fixed her gaze on the floating screen, discovering wonders before her eyes she never imagined were real.
"These… are dragon eggs!" she exclaimed in surprise. "And they're not petrified!"
Realizing she could raise a dragon, she looked back at Satoru with eyes shining with excitement.
"I have a world full of dragons waiting for you, Dany," he said. "And I know how to bring the petrified eggs you already have back to life."
Daenerys's eyes lit up even more.
Satoru sensed that, if she trusted him more, Dany would have jumped with joy at that very moment.
"I don't know what to choose… besides a dragon," she murmured. "There's magic of all kinds. I could even become a Warg."
Satoru smiled as he watched her. Around her, the system displayed hundreds of pages filled with options she could choose from: abilities, knowledge, weapons, even fantastical creatures.
He, for his part, had already made his decision before arriving in this world, so he patiently waited for Dany to make hers.
"It says here that wargs can enter the minds of animals, perceive the world through their senses… even control them." Daenerys frowned, intrigued. "Do you think that would work with a dragon?"
"I… honestly, I don't know," Satoru replied, shrugging.
She raised an eyebrow, lips pursed, still curious.
"But apparently, the Targaryens had a sort of magical connection with their dragons. Maybe it was a primitive form of warging…"
Daenerys looked at him, confused.
"So… is that a yes or a no?"
Satoru smiled sheepishly: he had let his nerd side get the better of him and said too much.
Daenerys wasn't quite understanding what becoming a Warg really meant.
"What I mean is that it's worth trying. When the eggs hatch and you feel that bond between a Targaryen and their dragon… maybe it'll work."
With those words, the decision was sealed.
Daenerys nodded, determination shining in her eyes.
"Then I'll become a Warg…"
And thus, Satoru obtained the first member of his nobility: his Queen… and his first wife.
Daenerys of House Targaryen, First of Her Name, Princess of Dragonstone.
Future Queen of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lady of the Seven Kingdoms…
And Mother of Dragons.