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( except that no one at any point has informed han that daenerys is a queen. he knows she's nobility, but that doesn't mean much to him to start. so he is patently oblivious to her discomfort right up until she speaks.

a few things sort of click into place after that. han's never been all that slow on the uptake. )

Royalty, huh?

Queen Regent of the Seven Kingdoms and rightful heir to the Iron Throne, yes.

[She says it casually, instead of like a threat, to highlight the fact that she isn't exactly happy with his proclamation, even if she recognizes where it comes from and his right to have it.

She spreads her hands in a gesture of "there you have it", and tilts her head to gauge Han's reaction.]

Less to do with divinity and more to do with my Targayren blood.

Edited 2020-02-26 04:53 (UTC)

( oh, he can sense her royal displeasure from here. he's been on the receiving end of a very similar sort now on occasion more than half his life. he is and will remain unimpressed. )

So, your blood qualifies you to rule?

As a matter of fact, it does.

[This time, her eyes are flinty, and her hands clench in a clear effort to manage her temper that she can feel rising to the surface again. He's baiting her -- and she's letting him.

When did she get so sloppy?]

In Westeros, it is blood, or cutting someone's head from their neck. Which would you prefer?

( it actually gets a laugh, the vaguely desolate chuckle of a man who's seen more than a few beheadings in his day. at least sabers cauterize. )

Okay. Hear me out.

( he holds his hands up, peaceable. forestalling comment. )

I'm not questioning your leadership. I'm sure you've had all the appropriate instruction and experience in courtly intrigue, et cetera. Royals go through a lot of training and I should know, I married one. Trust me, I know it's a headache and a half.

( he can use the appropriate manners when he needs to, but most of the time he doesn't give a damn. he lets his reputation precede him. )

But it's one Hell of a disservice to say that anyone gets where they are by virtue of their lineage. You can't control who you're born to. It doesn't matter more than hard work. Being a leader means nothing unless you know how to lead. Unless your people will follow you. A blood right presupposes some divine competence that doesn't exist. Maybe it puts you in a better position to get those skills, but no one deserves anything for the accident of being born. If blood dictated your position in life, I would've died in a gutter fifty years ago.

( he's always hated the skywalker mythos, everything built up around it. look what it did to leia. look what it did to luke and ben. having a lineage meant having something to live up to, or something to overcome. both were shitty for different reasons. )

Edited 2020-02-26 06:26 (UTC)

Do not patronize me, Han.

[Daenerys says this only after she's given him his chance to speak, so that she can offer that reply without feeling as if she's not offering him his fair say. The flint cools only slightly when she is able to unpack his perspective and what informs it.

But she is no less unhappy with him for his assumptions]

You do not know what it takes to rule in Westeros. And little to nothing about me, my family, or my people.

( wryly, )

You'd know if I was patronizing you. I'd be calling you Your Highness.

( he still reverted to that in arguments with leia sometimes. somewhere along the way it had become a title of affection, but. still, slightly patronizing. )

Look, I've been on hundreds of planets. Seen just as many different forms of government and then some. I know what people are like. Human, mirailan, twi'lek... it doesn't matter. They're the same everywhere. Dumb and greedy and selfish, and only a few have what it takes to rise above that. Everyone just wants to survive. It gets old after a while. Maybe your world has something I haven't seen before, but... a friend of mine has this saying.

( he misses maz, all of a sudden. she always knew how to make sure someone's head was screwed on straight. )

'If you live long enough, you see the same eyes in different people'. You? I see my wife in you. Leia — she's a princess, I mentioned that. She watched her home be destroyed by her own father. She had to go on the run for years. She became a general, same as me, doing the same stuff. Fighting against an impossible enemy with all the advantages. Correct me if I'm wrong, but I'm guessing your story is something close to that.

[There is something strange about being told that you remind a man of his wife. She decides not to unpack that, and instead take it as the compliment it is meant to be.]

You are wrong.

[She says this firmly, though not unkindly. Now is not the time to unpack her tragic backstory -- truthfully, she does not feel nearly comfortable enough to go into all the gorey details of it.]

The enemy is not impossible. And the advantages are mine, now. Three of them, along with a navy, and an army that twice outpaces the tyranny I seek to snuff out.

[She sips at her wine thoughtfully. The more she told this story, the more anxious she got. It all seemed so far away, and she was getting more and more eager to get back to it. As if Cersei was somehow gaining ground while she was gone, even though in her heart she knew that was impossible.]

If they ever dane to send me back, the pretender on my throne will never have a chance to sacrifice another life to feed her greed ever again.

( the advantages are hers now. he takes it for what it is, and gives a genial shrug. he's got enough of her measure that he doesn't need to be right on the money. the point is, he's not wrong. )

And then what?