Daenerys gasped as a loud rapping at her door broke the silence.
"Your Grace," an adolescent girl's voice called from the other side, "Your lunch has arrived." Panicking, Daenerys quickly looked about at the scene of horror she had made out of Shilvani.
"A-a moment!" She called back as she hastily gathered several blankets from chairs in the room. She then collected all of the bones she saw into a pile and covered it, before hiding it behind her table. With several more blankets, she covered as much of the blood stained floor that she could. She went to go answer the door before remembering her own appearance. Hastily, she ripped off her blood stained gown and tossed it to the side, leaving herself in the nude. She fetched a long sleeved dress and donned it hastily, before sweeping her luxurious hair in front of her blood stained face.
With a final inspection of herself, Daenerys opened the door. On the other side stood the girl Orvana gro Pahl, a minor daughter of the House of Pahl. She was a cute girl, of an age with Dany. Her long hair was as black as midnight, and her face a roundish thing. She was a bit heavy, but nothing absurd. Daenerys recalled one of the other servant girls remarking that since she was so far in the line of succession, her father had little care of her figure, and Orvana liked her food. In fact, her lack of inheritance was one of the first things that had brought Orvana to Dany's attention.
All of the men of House Pahl had died during her attack on Meereen, or shortly there after, with the family's patriarch being slain when she broke Meereen's gates, his Eldest Son slain by her ally, Strong Belwas, in a most humiliating fashion, and his three brothers being amoung those crucified in retribution for the 163 children the Meereenese had nailed to posts to intimidate her, so control of House Pahl had passed to the women of the family. When Daenerys demanded hostages, House Pahl sent Orvana. Daario Narharis had suggested that she send back her head to "Teach the Shriveled Crones respect," but she had elected to keep Orvana in one piece.
"Your grace, half a dozen rabbits, a vine of grapes, and a flagon of ale, to satisfy your hunger." Orvana spoke, motioning to the platters being borne by the two men behind her. Daenerys did not fail to notice her eyeing the roasted rabbit with hunger in her glare. Orvana didn't conjure the only look of hunger there, however. Danerys' eyes explored the pudgy body of the Pahl girl as her hunger grew and grew. After a moment, she snapped out of it.
"Uh, yes, yes, wonderful, please, send it in. Leave it on the table." She prattled, as her stomach growled with thoughts of Orvana.
"No, no! Not that one!" Dany quickly scolded as the two servants began towards the scene of her breakfast. The two muttered "Pardon, Your Grace," before setting the two massive plates of silver onto a smaller corner table and exiting.
"Will there be anything else, Your Grace?" Orvana asked. Dany imagined the girl before her a skeleton, her flesh happily churning away inside her as she belched with alacrity, dozing off to sleep while Orvana melted into her...
"No, that'll be all, thanks." Daenerys quickly replied before practically slamming the door in her face. hyperventilating at her thoughts, she returned to the scene of her feast. She gathered Shilvani's bones into the same blanket she had used to cover them and brought them through her hallway, into her privy. She opened the door and brought her package inside.
"I'm sorry, Shilvani." Daenerys muttered as she dropped the package into the hole and watched it clatter into the sewers below. The House of Rhazdar would never know what happened to their daughter, with what was not in the sewers soon to be there, as the Queen's waste. With a sad smirk, Daenerys returned to her chambers, eager to drown her sorrows in rabbit flesh.
...
"Urrrrrraaaaapphhhh." Dany belched as she swallowed the last mouthful of rabbit and polished off her flagon. She licked her lips to get a bit more flavor out of her little newfound friends. She was glad her head chef, Dramazi gro Zomach had prepared such a midday feast for her, she wasn't as full as she'd like to be, with only about 5 stone sitting in her stomach, but it had definitely taken the edge off. She managed to rationalize what she had done a bit better then before.
With a sigh, she rose, and thought of a plan. She gathered the platter of marrowless rabbit bones and set it on the table next to the scene of her crime. She next called in her servants, who quickly gathered the platters and left, before several cleaners came in to scrub the blood off the floor, unaware of its origins. They quickly and wordlessly finished their task before departing. With a sigh of relief, Daenerys farted deeply and loudly as Shilvani shifted further into her intestines. The young servant girl would now forever be at most a red on a discarded rag, and a brown on a Queen's undergarments.
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