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Satoru watched intently as the fire began to subside.
Several hours had passed since Daenerys had stepped into the flames.
The flames were slowly dying down, losing strength and no longer spreading.
And there, in the center, when the last flicker of fire vanished, stood Daenerys, completely naked.
Three baby dragons were curled around her, covering her intimate parts with their bodies, faithfully protecting their mother.
She looked at no one but Satoru, with a sweet and slightly dazed smile on her face.
Without wasting a second, Satoru ordered an old Dothraki slave, now Daenerys's servant after being freed by her, to come forward and dress her.
The servant obeyed instantly and ran to her mistress. The worry that had marked her face vanished completely, replaced now by deep relief at seeing Daenerys safe.
Satoru was not far behind and approached Daenerys at a faster pace than he intended.
"You have your lizards now, wife," he said, stopping in front of her with an amused smile on his lips.
Daenerys shook her head, amused as well, her eyes glowing with excitement.
"They're not lizards, husband... they're dragons."
Satoru looked at her for a moment, surprised. He couldn't remember seeing her this happy since the day she saw Khal Drogo die, or when the Dothraki dragged Viserys out of her sight forever.
That light in her eyes, that mix of awe and pride, was genuine.
"Until they're bigger than me and can swallow someone whole, I'll still call them lizards," he joked, shrugging.
As if they had understood his words, the three hatchlings screeched in unison. They opened their small mouths with tiny sharp teeth in Satoru's direction, protesting, which made him laugh.
"Looks like someone wants a lesson," he raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms as he stared at them.
"Leave them alone, husband. As their mother, it's my duty to spoil and pamper them… only then will they return the favor by helping me conquer Westeros."
As she spoke, Daenerys crouched slightly and gently stroked the head of the black dragon with red eyes—the most imposing of the three—with the tips of her fingers.
Satoru recognized it as Drogon.
But he couldn't help wondering what names Daenerys would choose this time.
The original Daenerys—the one he knew as a fictional character—had chosen very specific names: Drogon, in honor of her late husband Khal Drogo; Rhaegal, for her idealized brother Rhaegar; and Viserion, for Viserys, the same brother who had mistreated her since childhood.
A questionable choice, Satoru thought. Drogon, for instance, was a reflection of how she had been shaped by trauma. After all, her so-called "love" for Khal Drogo was nothing more than a clear case of Stockholm syndrome. She had been raped, forced into an alien culture, and still ended up adoring her captor.
That's why, although he doubted Daenerys would change two of the three names, he couldn't stop thinking she might make different choices this time.
After all, Viserys was still alive—if he hadn't died in the desert, of course.
"Do you have names in mind for them, Dany?" Satoru asked, preferring to get to the point instead of waiting for her to tell him herself.
Daenerys silently watched her three dragons for a few seconds. Her eyes scanned their small but imposing forms, each one distinct, each one unique. Finally, she looked up with determination.
"This little one here," she said, pointing to the golden-scaled dragon, "will be called Solarius."
Satoru raised an eyebrow, intrigued.
"Where did that name come from…?"
"Because of his color. He's golden and bright, like the sun. And someday, his flames will blind my enemies."
Satoru nodded, impressed.
"Good name. Better than the one I had in mind…" he muttered as he tried to pet little Solarius.
But the dragon reacted instantly, trying to bite his finger. Satoru pulled his hand back instinctively, with a slight grimace.
If it had been anyone else, they probably would've lost the finger.
"This one here…" Daenerys continued, now looking at the green dragon, "will be named Rhaegal, in honor of my brother Rhaegar. He died at the hands of the Usurper, Robert Baratheon…"
Satoru's brow furrowed at hearing those names.
He didn't like either of them.
Rhaegar for his selfishness disguised as nobility—for abandoning his wife, Elia Martell, and their children, in a chain of decisions that ended in tragedy: Elia raped and murdered, her daughter Rhaenys stabbed to death, and her son Aegon's head smashed against a wall by the Mountain, Gregor Clegane.
And Robert… well. A king who preferred wine, hunting, and brothels over ruling. A monarch who plunged the kingdom into debt and left the throne in ruins.
Satoru felt a headache coming on at the thought of the mess they would have to fix when they conquered Westeros.
And he couldn't just leave all that work to Daenerys.
"And the last one?" he asked, snapping out of his thoughts.
Daenerys pointed to the black-scaled, red-eyed dragon—the fiercest of the three.
"I'll call him Meleys, in honor of Princess Rhaenys Targaryen's mount. The Queen Who Never Was."
Satoru looked at her, a bit puzzled.
"Meleys? Wasn't that a red dragon? This one looks more like a reflection of Balerion, the Black Dread…"
Daenerys smiled at his confusion.
"I know. But it's not about the dragon. It's about the rider. Rhaenys was denied the throne for being a woman. I will claim it in her place. And when I sit on the Iron Throne, I'll do it with Meleys by my side."
Satoru watched her for a moment, admiring her determination. He smiled proudly.
"You'd better get ready, Dany. We're leaving for Astapor soon," Satoru changed the subject.
"Give me a few hours. I need time to clean up and organize," she replied calmly.
It seemed like a lot for a simple bath and some preparations, but considering she had spent hours wrapped in flames, Satoru didn't object. He would use the time to get things in order.
When Ser Jorah approached to escort Daenerys, still kneeling before her like a loyal knight, Satoru stopped him.
Ser Jorah had sworn loyalty to Daenerys the moment she emerged from the flames.
That's why Satoru had stopped treating him like a traitor. He knew that from now on, he would be loyal to her, and no one else.
Still, he had asked him a few questions under Genjutsu, just to make sure he was no longer sending information to Robert Baratheon's Small Council.
Nothing more.
"Ser Jorah, I need you with me. Daenerys has enough protection."
Jorah hesitated only for a moment, until the queen nodded softly in his direction. Then he stood and walked toward Satoru.
"I want you to gather enough supplies for a four to six-week journey," Satoru ordered. "Take all the horses you need from the Lhazareen. We can't afford delays from hunger or exhaustion."
"The Lhazareen won't be happy," Ser Jorah warned.
"They don't need to be. But we won't let them starve. We'll only take what's essential."
Ser Jorah nodded, though with some reluctance.
"Still, you should know the Queen won't approve of this…"
Satoru smiled, amused.
"I know. But I also know she'll understand."
Daenerys might be kind to people, but when it came to protecting her own, others took a backseat.
She would understand.
It's not like they were going to leave the Lhazareen without food or the means to survive.
They would take only what was necessary for the journey. Nothing more, nothing less.
Ser Jorah turned and walked off with a firm step, giving orders to the Dothraki to carry out the instructions.
Satoru watched him silently.
He had to admit it: Ser Jorah would be of great use in the future…