When information was needed from somewhere that was remotely well protected, you were usually sent in, hoping that your femininity and knowing how to use it would get you where it was necessary. Getting into the places generally needed a rather covert operation but when escaping subtlety was thrown to the wind, finding it easier to just get out of there and not worry about who the hell knew you had once been there.

It was another occurrence where you were needed to sneak into somewhere to gain information to help Daenerys' plan to travel across to Westeros and return the throne to her after her father's murder. When you were told about where to go and how to go unnoticed, you weren't impressed in how you would have to work but you had little choice in the matter.

"You do know there is no way I am going to be able to get back, out right?" You frowned. "I am going to be at the top of a tower where if I'm noticed I will be killed. How am I expected to get out of there alive?"

Daenerys gave you a grin, enjoying her role in the plan, usually unexpected to get involved in anything of the sort.

"I'll bring Drogon to get you," she smiled. "I'll be able to catch you or get close enough to let you hop on and he'll be able to sort out any trouble that may come our way."

"I'm probably going to have to jump out of that window," you frowned. "If you don't catch me, then I will end up dead."

"I promise that I will be there to catch you," she assured you. "I've never failed you, before have I?"

You trusted Daenerys with your life, you wouldn't have followed her this far if you didn't. She was a noble leader with a kind and loyal heart that you were glad to follow to the ends of the earth in offering her a chance to sit upon the iron throne.

"I'm counting on you to save me, okay?" You whispered.

All your belief was in Daenerys but sometimes there were issues and aspects that she wouldn't be able to control that may lead to things not going well for you.

"I will always be there to catch you," she smiled, reaching across the table to offer your hand a gentle squeeze.

You had to believe that.

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Written by Charlotte.

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