Silver [Daenerys Targaryen Imagines]

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Summary : You're sad idk man-

Words : 1449

Notes : I was once again kinda sleep deprived while writing this enjoy. also please send in requests if you have any?? I need ideas 😩

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The sound echoes throughout the space as your arrow hits the board for the hundredth time today. Not that you counted. You sighed in frustration as it doesn't hit the bullseye. again. From all the aims you've done, one fourth of it didn't hit the centre of the board which annoyed you to no end. You don't remember how long you've practiced, only know that you need to fix this.

As you went to pick up your arrows from it's spot on the board, a small hand encircles your wrist. You look up and find a pair of violet eyes looking at you in sadness, perhaps some disappointment. She sighed before taking your equipment out of your hands, her breath hitching as she saw the scrapes on your palms.

You've always loved archery, it's your best weapon in a battle. You can wield a sword, of course. But you simply prefer taking enemies down from the back rather than facing them head on. But this, this isn't normal. It's not of you to practice until many hours after dusk and Daenerys was worried.

As you watched her place your equipments in their place, you begin to register the soreness on your back and neck, you can barely feel your fingers, and your legs feel like jelly, having been standing there for so long. You exhale shakily, leaning your body on Daenerys as your mind goes blank.

Memories of the fight with the masters clouded your vision and shouts rang in your ears.

You watched as Barristan fell to the ground, Grey Worm following soon after. You sat against the stone wall, heart beating out of your chest as you tried to quiet your breathing. Hiding from the people who had just murdered your Queen's guard. They were outnumbered, you took out quite a few before one sneaked up on you and stabbed you in the stomach. He pulled the knife out as soon as it happened and you reached for your arrow to stab him on his heart as hard as you can.

You fell on your knees, moving to hide behind a wall was your first instinct. Then you were watching your friends die and you didn't do anything about it. As the last master walked out, you grabbed your arrow and fired clumsily. As expected, it missed, which now gave up your location. You got up quickly and snatched a random sword, easily decapitated the attacker.

"Hey, come back to me." Your eyes snapped back to focus to the soft voice, heart staggering in your chest. You stared at the eyes that holds so much love and understanding, yet you can't help but move your eyes away from them. You took a step back, before turning on your heels and walk as fast as you can, away from her.

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Turned out walking away wasn't a great idea, as you end up in her bedroom of all places. You walked around the massive castle but couldn't seem to wrap your head on where you were going. You sighed in defeat before plopping yourself on the bed, carefully as to not disturb the person resting on it. You rub your palms on your face, inhaling deeply as you willed the tears away. You've been crying far too much and you can't show weakness. You have to stay strong, for Daenerys.

If only you knew how wrong you were.

Daenerys woke up to a slight tremble from her left, the sound of sniffing filling her ears. Her eyes went wide at the sight of you, pulling you into an embrace as fast as she can while whispering soothingly into your ears. She hugged you for a long time, and you relished in the warmth she radiated.

"I'm sorry," You sniffed, lifting your head from her shoulder to try and look at her. Her eyebrows furrowed, as though confused. "I'm sorry, I didn't help him." Realization dawned in Daenerys' eyes, how could you blame yourself for that? She lost a friend because of an unfortunate set of events, not because of you. No one knew what would've happened if you did more, she shuddered at the thought of you being the one laying in a tomb.

She took your hands in hers and squeezed them, shaking her head, "It's not your fault-" "But it is!" You moved your hands away and gripped at your hair, frustration bubbling in your heart. "I could've done more! I should've helped them more, I shouldn't have hid from that while watching them get butchered! If I had been stronger.. they'd be alive right now. But I wasn't! and I-" You broke into another sob, the scrapes on your palms sting as tears hit them but you pay them no mind.

Daenerys shushed you, her heart breaking at the sight of your pain. She slowly moved your hands and touched your cheek, wiping off the tear stains on it. Her eyes sought out yours, and you met her after a moment of hesitance. "I'm sorry.. I wasn't enough." Your voice cracked, and your fears came true. You were weak, you are weak. Couldn't even feign you were alright for her. Tears welled up in Daenerys' eyes, "You.. are more than enough. Never think otherwise." You scoffed, tearing your gaze away from her.

"That incident, it's not your fault, and you have to know it. You were in a difficult place, no one blamed you. I don't blame you, so stop blaming yourself. You did great, Charlie. You did your best, and I'd be damned if I blamed you for that." There was a pregnant pause in the air as you process her words, self doubt still prominent in your heart, but they did ease some of it away. You gave her a small smile, showing your gratefulness.

"Thank you," She smiled and kissed your cheek, touching her forehead to yours as she caressed holds your hands, rubbing circles on them in hopes to give you some form of comfort. You winced as she touched your fresh wound, the small but many scrapes stinging at the contact.

You watched in confusion as Daenerys moved quickly to her cupboard, searched through her things before holding up a vial. She pattered across the room back to you, palm outstretched before looking at you expectantly. "You'll feel better."

She was gentle, her fingers gliding on yours, carefully applying the ointment, apologizing everytime you so much as flinched a little. You watched as she worked, the little furrow of her brows as she concentrate, the curl of her lips, how she blows on your hands every now and then. Butterflies erupted in your stomach everytime she looks up and smiled at you before going back to tending your palms, a soft blush now adorning her cheeks.

You were pulled back from your daydream by a kiss to the back of your hands, and you pushed away the urge to scratch at your palms. "All done." She said in such a tender way, you forgot to breathe for a moment. You gulped, watching as her eyes drifted to your lips. Quickly, you moved forward and pecked her on the cheek, "Thank you, love."

She sighed in disappointment, but got over it quickly as she pulled you under the covers and cuddled up to you. "Don't overwork yourself again, okay?" You stayed silent, not knowing what to say. "You're the best archer we have, and you've proven it. You are amazing, Charlie, never doubt that."

"I love you." Your statement soft, filled with gratitude and so much love as you snuggled in closer to her, inhaling her scent and you sighed in content. You don't expect her to say it back, just feeling good after saying it to her. You've always been the one with words, telling her how beautiful she is everyday, seamlessly flirting with her even in public, teasing her in private. For Daenerys, she showed them in action. A little brush of hands as you walk side by side, a smile only reserved for you in meetings, her eyes searching for signs of you after being separated for a bit. Holding your arms as you take walks around the castle, kissing your cheek, hands on your back.

So to say you were surprised when she said them back was an understatement. "I love you too," You looked up at her and she chuckled, brushing your hair behind your ears. "no matter what your brain tells you, I love you."

That night, you hugged her tight, and maybe, just maybe, everything is alright. As long as you have her by your side, and you by her side, you'll be okay.