~~~~The Beginning~~~~
Dany was staring into the depth of one Magister Illinois's present, her coal-black dragon's egg, when she heard fast foot steps outside. She knew it wasn't her moon-of-her-life because he was at a gathering with his most loyal and wouldn't be finished until much later in the noon. She opened the red-canvas tent to see who the person, who seemed to be in a hurry, was. It was, to her disappointment, Viserys Targaryen- her brother and the rightful ruler of Westeros. However, Dany had other plans that not even her husband knew of.
She knew his coming was about her suggestion, in the morning, that he should go back to Pentos and wait for Khal Drogo to muster his arms. Viserys was a few metres from the tent, when he quickened his already-fast-pace into a faster stride. Dany started to conjure arguments and reasons why he should go back, but they were all worthless because as soon as he opened those red, black-embroiled tent flaps and walked in, her brain would turn as lifeless as her dragon eggs.
She could hear the thudding of his heavy feet on the ground, coming closer and closer to her pavilion. Blood rushed to her ears and she could hear her own heartbeat. He then strode in with a drunkard's presence and immediately intimidated her by grasping his sword's pommel. He was dressed rather finely, Dany observed, with magister Illinios's 10 dragon-worth top and the golden belt, with indented sketches of dragons with three heads, that he was given for his birth's day.
Attempting not to be in reaching distance of him; just in case something awful happened, Daenareys took one slow and delicate step back away from her brother.
He noticed Dany's fear."Well, don't just stand there, pour some wine for your brother." He said with his authoritative-tone. Unwillingly, Dany poured him some Arbour Gold into a tainted red chalice. Whilst she was doing this, she could see Viserys toy with her dragon eggs, chucking them in the air, later to catch them just before she anticipated they were about to smash on the floor."They're very fine presents," he observed."Shame if they were to break." Anger flashed across across her face, Dany involuntarily thought of all the things that he had done to her and made her all the more angry. But, just as she was about to do something rash, she remembered that her time would come and she composed herself once again.
"It would be..." Dany knew that if she prevented him from playing with the eggs, he would lash-out. Viserys placed the eggs back on their stand as he realised is drink was being offered to him.
"Why thank you sweet sister." There was an awkward atmosphere, one that could either bore Viserys and quicken his departure, or anger him from Dany's lack of interest towards him. Did he really expect any interest towards him anyway? When he is going to be out of her life is Dany's only , an enraged voice emitted from Viserys.
"The crown is mine! You are only here because I looked after you, because I protected you! Then, you try and take what is rightfully mine!" Spat Viserys. Dany stood in shock, unprepared, thinking why he couldn't have at least given her some time to think of how to resolve the argument. Feebly she spoke.
"No, I-I-" This wasn't going to end well. She would normally try and avoid Viserys throughout the day, but he was recently getting bored (and badly talked about) by his company. So he would come to Dany for some entertainment in either the form of pain or fear.
"You what? Wanted for me to forget about my army and let you have a romance with that savage!" Viserys was getting angrier. They say that the Gods flip a coin for a new borne Targaryen; one side is mad, the other is normal.
"I thought that, perhaps-" Dany attempted to redeem herself, but to no avail.
"You thought, did you?" he spoke softly, dreamily soft, so soft that it was as if he were reading from a book. "You're a girl, you can't even fully fill a man's cup let alone think." At that point he threw the remains of his alcohol at her new gown. I am your older brother, you let me think of how we are going to cross the Narrow Sea, not you." Viserys emphasized his statement with a, surprisingly, painful poke on her chest. Dany knew what was going to come next; every time he lowered his voice in an argument, meant that he had had enough and was going to end this argument: by him winning it.
She twisted around, before Viserys could grab her, and headed for the exit. Her soft wine-stained gown twisted and twirled in the air as she tried to escape.
"You have woken the dragon!" screamed one of the last living Targaryens. His face went as red as fire and he lunged forward, but not for her, for her three dragon eggs.
Why does he do this? Why does he have to get so annoyed? It's as if he is an eight year-old, trapped in an adult's body. Her green egg was hurled towards her. It missed and luckily hit the side of the tent and bounced onto the ground with a thud. He held up her black egg. Not that one, please not that one Dany thought. He aimed and flung it with all his might. But before Daenerys Targaryen could reach the door and flea to her moon-of-her-life, something hit her at the back of her head. Something hard and heavy, something that seemed to have turned everything black.