#lemon tree
Come in, she said, I’ll give ya shelter from the storm
In my garden
GUYS LEMON STEALING WHORES EXIST!!!!
Request: I read a theory that Drogon brought her body to Asshai to get revived by one of the priestess. Could you write a short oneshot on after her being revived, some fluff of Daenerys, the reader and drogon living a life without politics? Where Daenerys gets her red door and lemon tree? Thank you
Warnings:None
Pairing: Daenerys x Reader
A/N:This is that request I was talking about, anon! I hope it makes you feel better!
When the Dragon Queen sucked in her first breath the flowers in your heart bloomed again. Even though you were in the dark place known as Asshai, you had never felt happier. You had Drogon to thank for it, somehow he knew to come here. He scooped her lifeless body from the place that killed her and brought her across the world, somehow knowing that this place could save her.
You were so thankful he stopped and allowed you to accompany him, which at first you thought was a reckless decision. But when you climbed on his back your worries faded, knowing everything would be alright.
The Priestess took a step back and bowed her head respectfully, leaving you and Daenerys to talk.
Your Silver-Haired Queen looked to you with wide eyes, clutching her chest where the stab wound was. Confusion, pain, and fear were all painted painfully on her face. “I was dead.”
You took her slowly warming hand in yours and smiled, shaking your head. “We’re in Asshai. Drogon took us here, at first I wasn’t sure why but now I know.”
She looked around the dark room. The torched did little to provide any lighting since the black stones swallowed up the flames. “What now?”
“What do you want? We can go back to Meereen if you wish. I already paid the Priestess, so we are free to leave. Just tell me where and we’ll go.” You were drunk with happiness.
“No,” She started, sliding her legs off of the stone slab she had been laid across, “I want to go to Braavos.”
“And what will we find there?” You rubbed your thumb across her hand and steadied her as she stood.
She smiled softly, remembering that little piece of childhood in Braavos. “It’ll be a surprise.”
***
When you got to Braavos Daenerys sent one of her trusted friends from her earlier years to find your old belongings in Westeros, including a chest full of gold you had stored away in Dragonstone. You were going to send word to Greyworm, but Daenerys insisted she wanted no one to know of her return.
After your belongings returned Daenerys bought a large house in the Free City, a gorgeous place hidden away that had windows that overlooked the ocean. One room had large wooden beams with animal faces carved into them, tigers and bears amongst many others.
“How did you find such a beautiful place?” You asked as you stood looking out the windows of that room, watching Drogon land in the distance to feed on deer.
Daenerys still smelt of the jasmine oils she had bathed in earlier. Her hair drying unbraided down her back. She didn’t answer, only staring with soft eyes at a lemon tree that she had been gazing at for a while.
A blossoming fruit orchard. Grape vines sit next to the outdoor dining room. There are citrus trees in pots and giant privacy hedges in the background. Project Name: “Provence in Ojai.” Landscape Design + Furniture Design by Paul Hendershot Design, Inc. paulhendershotdesign.com