"When my dragons are grown, we will take back what was stolen from me and destroy those who have wronged me," she said. "We will lay waste to armies and burn cities to the ground. Turn us away, and we will burn you first."

Daenerys Targaryen

Margaret was looking at the woman in front of her with fear and admiration.

The short but very attractive young woman with long wavy black hair and piercing sky blue eyes was looking directly at her.

Her eyes were cold and merciless and looked unimpressed by the naked girl standing trembling in front of her in the middle of the huge hall of her palace.

That wasn't a very good start for the young girl's initiation ceremony.

Her young tender body wasn't as impressive as she thought it to be.
Αt least for the Queen.
She has seen far prettier girl from her and inside the Iron Palace she was nothing more than a useless new girl.

The Queen's Davina , or Khaleesi in the local language, only garment was a transparent silver dress that covered her curvy figure and  bracelets from red gold adorning her pale white skin on her slender hands .

Margaret was belonging to her now and her own life depended on her decisions.

Her Khaleesi was a fearless woman as she used to say and declared herself Mother of the Orphans, and Queen Liberator of the Sarnor kingdom in the northern Essos.

This new kingdom was created from a small army of Unsullied and some mercenaries that came from the Narrow Sea four years before after the death of Daenerys Targaryen.

They conquered Qohor and the nearby areas, enslaved the local populations or made them flee for their lives and built many fortresses to ensure their dominion.

There the Unsullied trained the healthy girls and boys that they kidnapped from the peasant villages around Braavos or Pentos to make them fighters.

- Do you know how we treat the lesser beings here girl ? Khaleesi asked with a smirk towards her.

-No my Queen, the blond blue-eyed girl managed to whisper after a while.

- You came here as an apprentice, the queen said firmly." Is time for you to become the hunter or the prey," she added angrily."You will learn quickly or leave my service and return to your rotten and humble male dominate world of your useless father in Westeros."

Margaret looked humiliated down at the cold black floor where her small bare feet were standing for hours waiting for her Queen.

As the youngest daughter of a lesser lord, she wouldn't inherit a lot of money and power like her older sister Valena.
How much she always hated her !

And she knew that her older sister will exile her when her father die.
And that because she has seduced her fiance Lorian and her sister never forgave her insolent deed.
He was rich and handsome but  completely idiot and very easily manipulated , as Margaret believed at least.

But nevertheless that ruined her sister plans for a happy marriage and Valena remained single and alone despite her wealthy lifestyle and noble blood.

Single and without love like her.

But how she would survive in the outside world? Working like the other people? Or become a servant in the house of another noble lady?

No, she didn't want that ...she didn't want to work like the rest ...She wanted to become something superior.

Her destiny was to become one of Khaleesi's "Hands". An honor that only a few elite women could achieve.

- "We are very different here from your "ethical" and "kind" people of your small decadent noble House, Khaleesi continued"."We will accept you only if you become one of us and prove that you are a strong and ambitious woman."

Suddenly the main iron door of the huge hall opened and two muscled mercenaries from the Second Sons Company brought a prisoner.

A young dark-skinned boy from Volantis.

He wasn't older than an average teenager but very skinny and not particularly handsome as the girl immediately noticed.

A common slave and the last of the last there.

Following a few steps behind the mercenaries, four other girls dressed in semi-transparent silky dresses came into the hall and stood behind Khaleesi.
The girls were apparently all from Westeros.
They all had pale complexion ,long braided hair and firm rounded breasts.

They were all very beautiful and smiled constantly at her but their eyes were full of vanity and condescendance.
She knew that they came to watch her.

The two brutes, clad with heavy black and silver armors, hit the boy from Volantis with their heavy spears and forced him to kneel in front of the Khaleesi.

Fivorna smiled and with a nod of her, the tallest of the soldiers gave a leather whip to her.

"-He is a traitor and tried to abandon his Queen to gain his freedom as he claimed, she shouted nervously". " Take that Margaret and hit him until I tell you to stop ! This is yourfirst trial ! ", she said with a strong dominant voice.

She took the whip and after a short moment of hesitation struck the boy ruthlessly again and again.

Her consciousness told her that this is wrong but her will to prove herself was stronger in her heart.

She was taking what was hers.

The future.

The other girls chuckled and mocked her efforts to make her blows stronger.

"Break him ! He is still defiant ! " they shouted at her.

The boy's blood started to appear on his naked skin and the girl felt wild satisfaction that made her stop for a while.

It was so real and tense!

She always liked humiliating men but she never had the chance to express it like that.

It was a desire deep in her heart and perhaps not only her heart.