Prologue Betrothal?
Daenerys of the house Targaryen washed herself in preperation for meeting a possible husband. Her brother was determined that she marry him so that he could take the Iron throne back from Robert Baratheon. "Daenerys! Are you ready yet?" A bleach blonde man said as he burst into her chambers. "Yes, Viserys. I just need to put my clothes on and I am ready to meet this man." Daenerys said with not to much excitment.
"Illyrio is waiting for us outside, so hurry." Viserys said as he walked out of the room. Daenerys rolled her eyes at her brother after he left as her hand maiden brought her a thin silver dress to wear for the meeting. "Thank you." She smiled as she slipped into the gown and put on her sandles before walking out to the courtyard where Viserys stood by another man, Illyrio. Daenerys took her place next to her brother and awaited the man that she was being forced into marrying. "These people are coming right, Illyrio?" Viserys asked as the wind blew lightly through his bleach blonde hair. Illyrio is an older man with light brown hair barely touching his shoulders in length and a long thick beard that was braided into two small braids. "Yes, M'lord." He replied to Viserys as the sound of a thousand or more horses approached the three people in the courtyard.
"M'lord Viserys, this is Khal Drogo. He is the leader of his people. "Walk forwards, Daenerys." Viserys said giving a light push to her lower back. Not wanting to fall because she didn't want to move she took a step forward with a deep breath. Daenerys let her breath out slowly as she walked towards the man still sitting on a large dark brown horse. Khal Drogo watched her as she walked forward. Daenerys stopped within five feet of the Khal and looked up at him. Her blue eyes showed how gentle she was. Khal Drogo gave a quick and small smile before pulling on the reins of his horse and turning to leave with his people.
"Wait!" Viserys said taking steps two at a time to reach Daenerys and the Khal before he left, but failed. "Illyrio, where is he going? How do we know if he likes her?" Viserys continued as he turned towards Illyrio. "If he did not like her, then we would know." Illyrio said softly.