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***SPOILER ALERT*** This contains stuff from 'A Dance with Dragons'. That's Book 5 of George R.R. Martin's A Song of Ice and Fire (the Game of Thrones books). You don't wanna know what happens, just enjoy the pretty picture above and DON'T READ THIS.

Streaks of intense orange were slowly fading to purple indigo through the skies above Meereen. Daenerys Targaryen made her way from the royal court of her pyramid up to her bedchamber. The sun cannot set quickly enough this night. Even the echoes of her footsteps resonated the ire and frustration of her court that day. She wanted to offer just rule and wisdom to her subjects with relevent problems. Instead, she had been faced with petty squabbles between neighbours; almost of all of which were certain to add resolve to the Sons of the Harpy who stood against her. A seventh audience from Hizdahr zo Loraq and his requests to re-open the fighting pits did not help her mood either. She smiled weekly out of respect for his resolve. When will he learn?

She felt a pang of shame as she sped past Ser Barristan Selmy and into her bedchamber, shutting the door as quickly as she could. He clearly wanted a word about something, but she would make him wait. "Tomorrow" was all she said as door latched. Dany put her back to the door and her fingertips to her forehead as she gave a deep sigh. "Tomorrow". The word itself seemed insurmountable.

"Khaleesi? What troubles you?" Dany looked up and forced a smile at Jhiqui, one of her Dothraki handmaidens, who had a look of genuine concern in her eyes. Irri had a similar look, as she prepared Dany's bed.

Dany gave a frustrated giggle and walked towards a small table which held her dinner. "I'm fine" she lied. "Just... a long day." I am their Khaleesi. I am stronger than the complaints and whinings of my people. She sat at the table and looked without appetite at the assortment of figs, dates, and roast meat of some indistinguishable animal. She picked at it in silence, but ate very little.

The warmth of a hand caressed her shoulder. Dany looked up as Jhiqui sat in the chair next to her. She held a jewelled chalice in her other hand. "Drink." her handmaiden said as she placed the chalice on the table.

Dany looked inside the golden cup. A dull pink liquid was inside which gave off tiny bubbles and a faint flowery smell. "What is this?" she asked. Dany trusted her handmaidens implicitly, but they were not in the habit of serving her strange food and with the enemies she had in the city, suspicion had become second nature to her.

Jhiqui smiled back as if she understood her queen's hesitence entirely. "Khaleesi feels the pressures of rule this evening. It is known."

"It is known." Irri agreed. She was now sitting on the bed listening to the conversation. Dany started to protest, but she knew when she was beaten. She gave a small giggle which was matched by her handmaidens. It felt good to know that she could trust these two and be herself for a little while.

Jhiqui answered the question. "This is a drink brewed by Dothraki for many generations. It will help you relax while Irri and I take care of you."

Tomorrow can wait. Dany put the chalice to her lips and took a small sip. It was sweet and warm and tasted of many fruits she couldn't name. Her mood seemed to improve almost immediately. She gladly drank the rest and set the chalice down. The warmth from the drink seemed to spread through her body. She could swear she felt a light tingling in the tips of her fingers and toes. She couldn't help but smile.

Jhiqui rose from her chair almost in unison with Irri rising from the bed. Dany caught a glimpse of them giving each other what seemed to be a knowing smile. What do these two have planned now? Jhiqui turned back to Dany, took both her hands and said "Rise".

Dany rose from her chair. She felt light-headed, as if the bubbles from her drink were now rising through her. She barely realized that Jhiqui was gently leading her towards the bed. "Lie on your stomach." Jhiqui ordered.

Dany obeyed. She still felt warm and uplifted, but her smile began to fade. As if it were a reflex that had been trained to her ages ago, she had simply done as she was told. Something's wrong. Why can't I stop myself? I am the blood of the dragon. She looked up with dreamy eyes at Irri who was stroking her Khaleesi's hair as Jhiqui was stripping the guilded sandals from Dany's feet. "Wha...what did... you...?" Dany stammered. She knew what she wanted to say, but the words simply would not form in her mouth. Her heart skipped a beat.

"Do not worry, Khaleesi" Irri began with a caring smile. "You are distressed because you must spend your day being powerful. You require balance. To relax, you must be made to be powerless. It is known."

"It is known." Jhiqui agreed softly. Dany's feet were now bare and cradled in Jhiqui's lap, as she would have cradled a newborn.

The word alone terrified her. Powerless. That was how her brother Viserys had made her feel as they ran from city to city, escaping King Robert's hired swords. Every urge in Dany's body was to run from the bed, but her muscles had turned to liquid and would not obey her.

"Pl...please..." she began, but her pleas dissolved into a fit of giggles. Jhiqui had begun to run the tips of her fingernails along the sole of her left foot.

Dany felt Irri lean down next to her. "Khaleesi," Irri whispered into Dany's ear. "You are blood of our blood. We would never harm you. Please trust us and we will relax you like none other before us." Dany could only answer with giggling and half-formed words, but she knew she would comply. Irri said, "Now, place your hands where you can see them."

Between the drink she had been given and the maddeningly light sensations from her foot, Dany could barely focus on the command she had been given. She still managed to bring both hands on the bed in front of her. Irri crawled around her on the bed and she crouched at Dany's side.

A new kind of fear gripped her now. One that she had never experienced before. She was safe, she knew, but Dany had never been tickled at any great length. Her life had been running when she was young, rugged as Khal Drogo's wife, and that of responsibility since conquering Slaver's Bay. She had never been subjected to this manner of sweet, playful torment and now she could do nothing to resist. The thought shocked her with fright.

Fright and excitement.

Her giggles grew louder as Jhiqui began on the right sole and Irri traced her nails under Dany's right arm. Her body twitched and shuddered with each sensation unwillingly, but she could not pull away under her own power. She struggled to restrain herself to giggling, trying to maintain some degree of control, but the her handmaidens were gently overpowering her. "Stop" she pleaded between fits of tittering.

Jhiqui responded by quickly stroking the curl beneath her Khaleesi's toes. They curled and tensed in response. "Khaleesi does not truly wish us to stop, does she?" she said in a playful tone.

For half a heartbeat, Dany thought she was being mocked, but she knew better. I can't have this end. I'm enjoying it. Gods help me, I'm enjoying this torture. Dany strained to compose herself to utter a single "no".

"Then you should give in." replied Jhiqui. The slow, patient strokes along her soles and under her toes were instantly abandoned for fast, light tickling up and down both feet. Almost as if they were of one mind, Irri did the same along Dany's ribs and above her hips. Dany didn't know if it was the new tickling sensations or the fact that Jhiqui had ordered her to, but she released a helpless scream followed by ticklish laughter. She kicked her feet lightly and squirmed gently from side to side, but relief from her handmaidens would not be found. Her night clothes and bedspread were a tangled mess and her hair was following suit, but she didn't care.

It felt good not to have to care for a time. I could easily get used to this.

Before long, Irri slowed her pace again along Dany's sides and Jhiqui had stopped all together. Puzzled, Dany gave a whine of disappointment between laughs. "Khaleesi?" Irri asked. Before Dany could respond, she felt something warm and wet around her toes. She gave a gasp of surprise from this before returning to her blissful headspace. She gave soft sighs of pleasure and small rounds of soft giggles while her body flushed. Irri tickling her sides and Jhiqui licking the soles of her feet was confusing her and making her more susceptible to both sensations. She wouldn't pull away from this even if she could at this point.

After a time, Irri asked, "How does our Khaleesi feel?"

Rousing herself from her ticklish bliss for only a second, Dany replied, "Powerless".

And once again, apologies to GRRM and the writing community in general, as I'm not very good at this shiznit.

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***SPOILER ALERT*** This contains stuff from 'A Dance with Dragons'. That's Book 5 of George R.R. Martin's A Song of Ice and Fire (the Game of Thrones books). You don't wanna know what happens, just enjoy the pretty picture above and DON'T READ THIS.

Streaks of intense orange were slowly fading to purple indigo through the skies above Meereen. Daenerys Targaryen made her way from the royal court of her pyramid up to her bedchamber. The sun cannot set quickly enough this night. Even the echoes of her footsteps resonated the ire and frustration of her court that day. She wanted to offer just rule and wisdom to her subjects with relevent problems. Instead, she had been faced with petty squabbles between neighbours; almost of all of which were certain to add resolve to the Sons of the Harpy who stood against her. A seventh audience from Hizdahr zo Loraq and his requests to re-open the fighting pits did not help her mood either. She smiled weekly out of respect for his resolve. When will he learn?

She felt a pang of shame as she sped past Ser Barristan Selmy and into her bedchamber, shutting the door as quickly as she could. He clearly wanted a word about something, but she would make him wait. "Tomorrow" was all she said as door latched. Dany put her back to the door and her fingertips to her forehead as she gave a deep sigh. "Tomorrow". The word itself seemed insurmountable.

"Khaleesi? What troubles you?" Dany looked up and forced a smile at Jhiqui, one of her Dothraki handmaidens, who had a look of genuine concern in her eyes. Irri had a similar look, as she prepared Dany's bed.

Dany gave a frustrated giggle and walked towards a small table which held her dinner. "I'm fine" she lied. "Just... a long day." I am their Khaleesi. I am stronger than the complaints and whinings of my people. She sat at the table and looked without appetite at the assortment of figs, dates, and roast meat of some indistinguishable animal. She picked at it in silence, but ate very little.

The warmth of a hand caressed her shoulder. Dany looked up as Jhiqui sat in the chair next to her. She held a jewelled chalice in her other hand. "Drink." her handmaiden said as she placed the chalice on the table.

Dany looked inside the golden cup. A dull pink liquid was inside which gave off tiny bubbles and a faint flowery smell. "What is this?" she asked. Dany trusted her handmaidens implicitly, but they were not in the habit of serving her strange food and with the enemies she had in the city, suspicion had become second nature to her.

Jhiqui smiled back as if she understood her queen's hesitence entirely. "Khaleesi feels the pressures of rule this evening. It is known."

"It is known." Irri agreed. She was now sitting on the bed listening to the conversation. Dany started to protest, but she knew when she was beaten. She gave a small giggle which was matched by her handmaidens. It felt good to know that she could trust these two and be herself for a little while.

Jhiqui answered the question. "This is a drink brewed by Dothraki for many generations. It will help you relax while Irri and I take care of you."

Tomorrow can wait. Dany put the chalice to her lips and took a small sip. It was sweet and warm and tasted of many fruits she couldn't name. Her mood seemed to improve almost immediately. She gladly drank the rest and set the chalice down. The warmth from the drink seemed to spread through her body. She could swear she felt a light tingling in the tips of her fingers and toes. She couldn't help but smile.

Jhiqui rose from her chair almost in unison with Irri rising from the bed. Dany caught a glimpse of them giving each other what seemed to be a knowing smile. What do these two have planned now? Jhiqui turned back to Dany, took both her hands and said "Rise".

Dany rose from her chair. She felt light-headed, as if the bubbles from her drink were now rising through her. She barely realized that Jhiqui was gently leading her towards the bed. "Lie on your stomach." Jhiqui ordered.

Dany obeyed. She still felt warm and uplifted, but her smile began to fade. As if it were a reflex that had been trained to her ages ago, she had simply done as she was told. Something's wrong. Why can't I stop myself? I am the blood of the dragon. She looked up with dreamy eyes at Irri who was stroking her Khaleesi's hair as Jhiqui was stripping the guilded sandals from Dany's feet. "Wha...what did... you...?" Dany stammered. She knew what she wanted to say, but the words simply would not form in her mouth. Her heart skipped a beat.

"Do not worry, Khaleesi" Irri began with a caring smile. "You are distressed because you must spend your day being powerful. You require balance. To relax, you must be made to be powerless. It is known."

"It is known." Jhiqui agreed softly. Dany's feet were now bare and cradled in Jhiqui's lap, as she would have cradled a newborn.

The word alone terrified her. Powerless. That was how her brother Viserys had made her feel as they ran from city to city, escaping King Robert's hired swords. Every urge in Dany's body was to run from the bed, but her muscles had turned to liquid and would not obey her.

"Pl...please..." she began, but her pleas dissolved into a fit of giggles. Jhiqui had begun to run the tips of her fingernails along the sole of her left foot.

Dany felt Irri lean down next to her. "Khaleesi," Irri whispered into Dany's ear. "You are blood of our blood. We would never harm you. Please trust us and we will relax you like none other before us." Dany could only answer with giggling and half-formed words, but she knew she would comply. Irri said, "Now, place your hands where you can see them."

Between the drink she had been given and the maddeningly light sensations from her foot, Dany could barely focus on the command she had been given. She still managed to bring both hands on the bed in front of her. Irri crawled around her on the bed and she crouched at Dany's side.

A new kind of fear gripped her now. One that she had never experienced before. She was safe, she knew, but Dany had never been tickled at any great length. Her life had been running when she was young, rugged as Khal Drogo's wife, and that of responsibility since conquering Slaver's Bay. She had never been subjected to this manner of sweet, playful torment and now she could do nothing to resist. The thought shocked her with fright.

Fright and excitement.

Her giggles grew louder as Jhiqui began on the right sole and Irri traced her nails under Dany's right arm. Her body twitched and shuddered with each sensation unwillingly, but she could not pull away under her own power. She struggled to restrain herself to giggling, trying to maintain some degree of control, but the her handmaidens were gently overpowering her. "Stop" she pleaded between fits of tittering.

Jhiqui responded by quickly stroking the curl beneath her Khaleesi's toes. They curled and tensed in response. "Khaleesi does not truly wish us to stop, does she?" she said in a playful tone.

For half a heartbeat, Dany thought she was being mocked, but she knew better. I can't have this end. I'm enjoying it. Gods help me, I'm enjoying this torture. Dany strained to compose herself to utter a single "no".

"Then you should give in." replied Jhiqui. The slow, patient strokes along her soles and under her toes were instantly abandoned for fast, light tickling up and down both feet. Almost as if they were of one mind, Irri did the same along Dany's ribs and above her hips. Dany didn't know if it was the new tickling sensations or the fact that Jhiqui had ordered her to, but she released a helpless scream followed by ticklish laughter. She kicked her feet lightly and squirmed gently from side to side, but relief from her handmaidens would not be found. Her night clothes and bedspread were a tangled mess and her hair was following suit, but she didn't care.

It felt good not to have to care for a time. I could easily get used to this.

Before long, Irri slowed her pace again along Dany's sides and Jhiqui had stopped all together. Puzzled, Dany gave a whine of disappointment between laughs. "Khaleesi?" Irri asked. Before Dany could respond, she felt something warm and wet around her toes. She gave a gasp of surprise from this before returning to her blissful headspace. She gave soft sighs of pleasure and small rounds of soft giggles while her body flushed. Irri tickling her sides and Jhiqui licking the soles of her feet was confusing her and making her more susceptible to both sensations. She wouldn't pull away from this even if she could at this point.

After a time, Irri asked, "How does our Khaleesi feel?"

Rousing herself from her ticklish bliss for only a second, Dany replied, "Powerless".

And once again, apologies to GRRM and the writing community in general, as I'm not very good at this shiznit.