Rakuen Sample

[bloodandfire]

A. Train
Daenerys woke up on the train with no recollection of how she got there or what this moving metal contraption is. She's immediately on edge, it is not every day one goes from rising from an ash pile with three baby dragons to a... whatever this thing is. It's then that she starts searching ever train car (probably scaring a few students as she bursts in), for Ser Jorah, for her people, for her dragon eggs, and (even though she knows he is dead) Drogo. There is no way that she would have been kidnapped so easily.

B. Platform
Once she is off the train, after she is taught what a train is and believes it all to be magic, she marches up to the Prefects who seem to be in charge here, "I am Khaleeli Daenerys Targaryen, Queen and leader of the Dothraki and I demand you tell me where I am, why you have brought me here, and bring me back to my people at once. If you do as I say I will cause you no harm, and promise that the Dothraki will not attack as well. It is in your best interest to heed my commands," she says with a straight face and conviction in her voice to the bored and unamused Prefects and surrounding students.

C. Town
A lost in thought Daenerys is walking around town. Everything is so different from what she once knew to be true. Technology has advanced immensely and the clothing was just plain degrading. Could she really do what she's expected to do here? Can her people fair without her?

Comments

[bloodandfire]

She once again appreciates the formality of it all, it is comforting to have her position be reaffirmed after most of the Dothraki left her, even if this other woman doesn't know who she is. Daenerys wants to push her further but she hears truth behind her words, she doesn't actually know where they are going.

"I see, you were kidnapped as well. Through my searches of this carriage I have not found one who matches that description. Have you happened upon a knight who goes by Ser Jorah?" after all this time it is odd to not have familiar people by her side, and he is one of the most familiar as well as her protector.

[maidenknight]

"I haven't...though my father spoke of him once." That was long ago, however, and she doesn't remember much of the conversation. She simply remembers the name Ser Jorah Mormont, and Ned Stark mentioned in the same breath. "Are you from Westeros?"

[bloodandfire]

That really catches her interest, it seemed like the other people on the train weren't from the same place she was, so to find someone from the same world who was familiar with the people she was, it was amazing. It had to be some kind of twist of fate. Was there any other solution?

"I was born on Dragonstone, an island off of the coast of Westeros. Are you from there as well?"

[maidenknight]

Dragonstone.

She's never seen them -- it was before her time, she's young, a Summer Knight (not even a knight) freshly free to wander the seven kingdoms. She was but a babe when the Targaryens were set upon by King Robert, but everyone knew of their fair looks. This is a Dragon she's speaking to; and suddenly it becomes so evident that it's almost ridiculous that she should have been ignorant of the fact.

Unsure of what to do -- Targaryen kings had a penchant for lopping people's heads off, after all -- she kneels. "I am Brienne, from the Isle of Tarth."

[bloodandfire]

Oh. It seems like this person, Brienne of Tarth, has heard of her. Daenerys is noticeably startled, she wasn't expecting to be knelt to here. It didn't seem like a place where her status meant anything, at least the other people who she barged into didn't seem to think so.

"Tarth? That is not far from the place of my birth. You may rise Brienne of Tarth."

Dany may be a Dragon but she is still kind, she would not beheard Brienne for not recognizing her status.

[maidenknight]

She rises, still uncomfortable with the situation. But in this era of so many kings, what's one more to add to the pile? Brienne really only feels -- felt -- loyalty to King Renly, and then to Catelyn Stark in turn. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she wonders if she even felt some loyalty to Jaime, at least a bit. But she puts that aside for now; her thoughts cannot wander when there is someone perhaps instrumentally important standing in front of her.

"We believed the Targaeryans to be dead, on the Isle of Tarth. I mean no disrespect, of course." And she didn't; she was simply stating fact. "But I must continue my quest here, no matter where this iron carriage is taking us." Of that, Brienne was certain. She must find Sansa, at least for Jaime if not herself.