[He'd been asked, not summoned. That alone is enough to give him pause. It tells him something important about her; despite 'rightful Queen' being very clear in mind. He's no stranger to words that heralded war.
He doesn't dress in his uniform; he chose the cleanest and most well pressed formal clothes he had, while making sure they were comfortable in case he was attacked by anything or anyone along the way. He brushes his hair (actually brushed his hair, Ma would be proud) and keeps the maps of the city that he'd made, marking out restaurants and clothing boutiques on these copies instead of the anonymous console cafes. Somehow, he has a feeling she will have no use for information like that.
And so it was that he found himself walking towards her suite, which wasn't far from HQ. Upon arriving, he knocks. Politely, he announces himself:] Khaleesi.
EA-2C; closed to daenerys targaryen (dated to after her arrival)
He doesn't dress in his uniform; he chose the cleanest and most well pressed formal clothes he had, while making sure they were comfortable in case he was attacked by anything or anyone along the way. He brushes his hair (actually brushed his hair, Ma would be proud) and keeps the maps of the city that he'd made, marking out restaurants and clothing boutiques on these copies instead of the anonymous console cafes. Somehow, he has a feeling she will have no use for information like that.
And so it was that he found himself walking towards her suite, which wasn't far from HQ. Upon arriving, he knocks. Politely, he announces himself:] Khaleesi.