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Part 4
He turned and caught a glimpse of his reflection, and it suddenly hit him just how strange this all looked. The steam rising from the bath, the soft candlelight, and that fragile, barely covered figure with long blonde hair. Damn it, he looked like a doll in a display case. There was no ignoring it. He was the damn Dragon Queen, but this body, these curves—they were driving him insane.
"Fucking bullshit..." he muttered through clenched teeth, trying once again to ignore the reality of his new female form.
— Daenerys?
The sound of someone else’s voice yanked him out of his thoughts, and Bruce spun around sharply. Standing in the doorway was Daario Naharis, the pretty-boy who had been Daenerys' lover in the show. He was looking at Bruce like he was some sort of goddess, and that pissed Bruce off even more. He could barely hold back the grimace of disgust, his lips pressed into a tight line as if he’d just tasted something bitter.
— What the fuck are you doing here? — Bruce snapped, standing up straight, not even bothering to cover himself as he turned to face Daario.
Daario leaned casually against the doorframe, wearing that smug grin that made Bruce want to punch him in the face. Clearly, this asshole was used to walking in unannounced, like this was his own damn bedroom.
— Just wanted to see my queen, — Daario said with his ever-present smirk, his eyes fixed on Bruce’s body like he was admiring a piece of art.
Bruce gritted his teeth. The way this guy was looking at him—like his body was something to be worshipped, something that existed to please—made Bruce’s blood boil. That look carried power, and Bruce had always hated when someone tried to dominate him. Especially this pretty-boy, who looked like the kind of guy who never took no for an answer.
— Get the fuck out of here, you idiot! — Bruce barked, his voice sharp, cutting through the air, despite the feminine softness it carried now.
Daario, clearly not used to such a harsh outburst from "his queen," paused for a moment, but that smirk never left his face. He stepped closer, his confidence and arrogance cranking Bruce's anger up even higher.
— Daenerys, — Daario began with that usual mocking tone, — you're especially fiery today.
— Fiery? — Bruce clenched the towel around his body, feeling the absurdity of this situation making his rage boil over. Daario took another step forward, getting too damn close. His eyes gleamed with the same game he'd always played. To him, this was just another seduction routine, one that Daenerys had always fallen for. But not Bruce.
— Did you fucking hear me? — Bruce stepped forward too, refusing to back down, even though he knew this asshole was trying to physically intimidate him. — If you think I’m some bitch who’s gonna start getting wet just from looking at you, — Bruce jabbed a finger into his chest, — then you’re fucking mistaken.
Daario, despite the clear threat in Bruce’s voice, kept smirking. He grabbed Bruce by the wrist, pulling him closer with that annoyingly soft, yet firm, grip.
— Your words say one thing, but your eyes... they tell a different story, — Daario said, his voice dripping with confidence, like he’d already won.
— I said get the fuck out! — Bruce clenched his fist and shoved Daario hard, pouring all his hatred into the gesture. The man staggered back a step, his smug smile faltering, though it didn’t disappear completely.
— Daenerys, — Daario started, but Bruce cut him off immediately, giving him no chance to speak.
— Call me "Daenerys" one more time, and I’ll snap your damn neck! — Bruce snarled, his face contorting with rage. — I’m not that weak little chick you were messing around with! And who the fuck’s the queen here, huh?! You outta your fucking mind just barging in here like that?!
Daario froze. He might not have fully understood what was happening, but he could sense that this was more than just a tantrum. This was a threat, and one he couldn’t brush off.
— Fine, — Daario muttered, his hand easing off the hilt of his knife. — Looks like you’re not in the mood today. — He tried to smile, but it came off strained. — I’ll come back when you’ve calmed down.
Bruce took a step forward, muscles tensing, and Daario quickly backed toward the door.
— Don’t come back at all, got it? — Bruce growled, locking eyes with him. He could feel the rage boiling inside him, but now he was in control of it. Daario finally understood he’d crossed a line.
— As you wish, my queen, — Daario mumbled before slipping out the door.
When the door slammed shut behind him, Bruce let out a heavy breath, feeling his clenched fists slowly relax. But the anger inside was still bubbling. He was sick to death of all this bullshit.
Bruce paced the room, reaching for the flimsy piece of cloth that was supposed to serve as some sort of robe. He yanked it over his body, the ridiculous fabric clinging to his skin, irritating him even more. He glanced around the room, as if trying to gather his thoughts, but there was only one thing on his mind: this shit wouldn’t end until he took full control.
"Fuck them all," Bruce gritted his teeth, stepping over to the table where a map of Meereen was laid out. His fingers traced the marks that indicated the areas where the Sons of the Harpy were stirring up rebellion.
His mind drifted back to the dragons. Beasts stronger than any human army, they could burn this city to the ground if they wanted. He just needed to find a way to make them listen. After all, if dragons were considered Daenerys’ children, then hell, that made him their father now. Bruce smirked at the thought. It was ridiculous, but if it was true, he’d figure out how to bend those creatures to his will.
"Two dragons locked up, the third... who the hell knows where," Bruce muttered to himself. — "But it doesn’t matter. I’ll free them. I just need to get to those damn cages. And then..." — He squinted, staring at the map. — "Then we’ll see who’s in charge."
He slowly dragged his hand along the line representing the city walls, imagining the dragon fire turning them into ash. The plan was starting to take shape in his mind, and with it came a sinister sense of satisfaction.
"First the dragons... Then the Sons of the Harpy... And after that, those idiot advisors."
Bruce grinned. They were all going to regret ever thinking they could control him.