[Jacie Sparkles]

"I was born to rule the Seven Kingdoms, and I will!"

Or will I? Dany couldn't help wondering. She was now queen of Mereen and all of Slaver's Bay... or Dragons' Bay as it was now called. The old slave masters of Mereen, Yunkai, and Astapoor had been defeated and cast down once and for all. The Sons of the Harpy were eradicated. The Unsullied and the Second Sons were utterly loyal to their queen, as were Ser Barristan Selmy and Ser Jorah Mormont. Perhaps it would be a mistake to abandon this kingdom she had forged by her own hand, Dany thought. House Targaryen had been overthrown in Westeros, and she would only be seen as a foreign invader regardless of her so-called birthright.

After another long day in the throne room near the top of the great pyramid in the center of Mereen, Dany retired to her royal bedchamber. Even before she could disrobe and have a hot bath drawn, there was a gentle knocking her door. Dany looked up and saw Missandei enter, as expected. What was not expected was something Missandei was carrying in her hands, something cushy, silky, and pink...