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With a satisfied sigh, Daenerys awoke. She felt wonderful, gurgling sounds from her belly reminding her of last night's feast. She belched heartily and smacked her lips at the taste.
"Who would of thought... Unborn puppies..." She thought to herself. She was utterly famished, and something nearby smelt wonderful. Feeling a pressure at her backside, Daenerys slightly tilted herself to the side and broke wind, rather audibly. Yawning, she rose and stretched. She climbed out from her bed before a sharp gasp emerged from her.
Her living quarters looked like the scene of a murder. Fleshless bones lay scattered about, cracked and marrowless. A skull, its cranium removed to get to the brains beneath, lay discarded several feet away. Blood was splattered everywhere.
"What is this?" Daenerys wondered to herself, "A warning? A threat?" She approached the boneyard and reached a hand out to inspect a nearby body part, before she noticed something. She looked at her hand again. It was red and sticky, with...
"Oh no..." Daenerys thought to herself as a flood of memories descended on her.
"By the Seven, no..." she muttered as she noticed both her arms, and her evening gown were covered in blood.
"No, no! How could I?!" she began to sob as her bile rose in her throat. She managed to choke it back down, but not quick enough to avoid the taste. She remembered fully. She remembered tearing out a girl's kidney with her bare teeth before grinding it to a wet paste and engulfing it. She remembered sticking her maw into her open skull cavity and feasting on her wits. She remembered tearing the flesh from her face before plucking out her eyeballs and devouring those as well. Then she remembered who's face she had in her mouth.
"Gods, no..." Daenerys cried, looking towards her taut, churning gut.
"Forgive me, Shilvani..." The Mother of Dragons practically whimpered, collapsing onto the ground, surrounded by the scattered remains of the servant girl that was digesting inside her. She cried as softly as she could manage, mortified over her sin.
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