Things had been a bit boring since Daenerys won the ultimate battle for the seven kingdoms. She suffered a great lost, losing many soldiers who fought for her freely and bravely, she lost allies, and she lost the second man she ever loved the self proclaimed King of the North Jon Snow. But life moved on, time continued onward just like when she lost Drogo. It been a good two years since she ascended the throne and took her rightful place. Two peaceful and not so bloody years of the aftermath. she was thankful that the Imp and her faithful Jorah remained at her side to help her sort through the chaos that had been the kingdom.<br/><br/>As the new queen her worst fears were that the people would not grow accustomed to her babies and truth be told, she could not stand anyone who sided against them. No one knew what they meant to her, no one could ever know. A mother who had just given birth could not understand her bond with her dragons.  The previous night she taken Drogon out for a ride and to watch over her kingdom, but he had been a bit picky with her and the trip hadn't lasted as long as she would have liked. Still things got worst when she laid her head down to rest, her dreams were plagued with nightmares of the wardens killing her babies.<br/><br/>"What exactly is he here to complain about?" She asked Missandei.<br/><br/>"My queen," Missandei answered in her usual polite demeanor, "he is demanding compensation for Drogo's fit."<br/><br/>Daenerys glanced over at the man, farmer from the look of his clothing and wondered how stupid he must have been to actually ask her for compensation. It took a few minutes for the thought to pass before she reigned herself in and nodded. She sat back, with her head held high.<br/><br/>"And what do you say is an appropriate compensation?"