Khal Drogo sat atop his horse outside the entrance to Master Illyrio's home, waiting. Surrounding him were his khalasar, also horseback and trotting in circles impatiently.
And inside Illyrio's palace, Daenerys waited for her brother to arrive, fiddling nervously with the translucent gown Viserys had given her.
Illyrio stood nearby, his broad gut covering half of the sunlight shining in from the doorway.
"Nervous, princess?" he asked gently.
"Yes," she said quietly.
"Good," a voice said from behind her. "Lets hope that doesn't put him off you, that's all."
She turned as Viserys entered, his silver blond hair shining in the sun, identical to hers. He looked her up and down critically and smiled in approval, making her skin crawl. Only moments ago he had been inspecting her like a slab of meat for sale, because as far as he was concerned, she was. She was fair trade for an army of barbarians - but at least they had braids in their hair, Viserys has told her enthusiastically. That meant they were good at fighting, he said. Over what, Dany wondered drily, a hairbrush?
Khal Drogo looked over at Dany as Viserys nudged her towards him and she stared up at him in terror.
He examined her briefly, looking her up and down, same as Viserys has just a moment previously. As far as Dany could tell, he didn't look impressed.
Khal Drogo gazed down at the girl being presented to him and merely shrugged internally. Meh. He turned to face the man who had beckoned her to his direction and raised an eyebrow in intrigue.
Viserys took this as a good sign and grinned eagerly at Illyrio, who suddenly looked worried.
"Greetings, Khal Drogo!" called Viserys cheerfully.
Drogo looked at him and, with much deliberation, smoothed down his hair.
"I am Viserys Targaryen, first of my name," he faltered as Drogo approached with his horse, "um, rightful heir and protector of the Seven Kingdoms..." the Khal circled Viserys, examining him avidly, "er, here to present to you my sister, Princess Daenerys..." he trailed off bemusedly as Khal Drogo stroked a lock of his hair.
Dany watched the whole spectacle with a tiny smile.
Viserys swallowed carefully.
The Khal grunted to himself and suddenly shot off for the desert, his khalasar at his heels.
"Wha-what was that? What about the betrothal?" he squeaked.
"That was the betrothal, your grace," Illyrio explained patiently.
"But... but Daenerys! What did he think? Did he like her?"
"I rather think he liked you better, brother," Dany said sweetly.
Viserys glanced at Illyrio to clarify and snorted in disbelief before looking a tiny bit scared.