Gods and Monsters:
Eerika was the twin sister of Viserys, the only persons who temper could rival his and a dragon's. Wishing to return home, Eerika would do anything, even if that meant having Dany marry Khal Drogo. She never thought that the Khal would take such an interest in her, however.
As I began to rewatch GOT from the first season, my love for Drogo flared once more.
Now, I've always loved Dany and Drogo together, they're still my favorite couple even though they cannot be together, which is so sad to me! However, I've always been a fan of reading and writing stories about my favorite character(s) being paired with an OC. An OC brings something new to table if the writer wants that character too. An OC can be a Mary-Sue, a replacement character, or someone who will really change the course of the story.
In my opinion, I love an OC who changes the stories and sticks out on their own.
And that's what I hope to accomplish with not only this story, but all my other stories as well.
~I own nothing and no one except for Eerika.
~Enjoy!
OC's name is Eerika - pronounced: EH-ri-ka (her name, which is Finnish/Old Norse, means ruling forever).
In this story, there will be many canon things and uncanon things, and then there will just be situations that I've created simply on my own.
One thing I just wanted to point out, Viserys will play a major role in this! My OC and him are twins, and therefore she knows a part of him that no one else does, but for Eerika to develop throughout the story her view on people must change, and it always starts with family.
~Enjoy your read!
Chapter 1: The Secret of the World
"Don't you believe her to be too young, Viserys?"
"She bleeds," Viserys said, as if though that was the answer to the problem at hand.
Eerika rolled her eyes at her twin brother. "Just because a woman bleeds does not mean that she's ready for marriage."
It was useless trying to persuade Viserys from doing something his mind was already set to. It was the same with Eerika. They had been like that since they were children.
"Then what good does a monthly bleeding ensure if not one of those things is marriage?"
Eerika bit her tongue, not wanting to enrage Viserys. She promised Dany that she would talk to their brother about this coupling between Daenerys and the Dothraki Khal Drogo. Upon normal circumstances, this arrangement of marriage would have been conducted without a second thought, but this wasn't under normal circumstances.
Dany was too young, only having fourteen name days, and the youngest Targaryen knew nothing about how the real world worked. All Dany knew was the Free City of Pentos, where violence was a rare occurrence and Dany spent most of her days indoors or in the garden. She knew nothing about the actual practice of marriage either, and she certainly did not know how to pleasure a man, let alone a man like Khal Drogo.
And so here Eerika was, trying to spare her little sister from a marriage she obviously did not want.
"Daenerys doesn't even know how to pleasure a man, brother," Eerika said. "How is she supposed to pleasure a man like the Khal?"
Viserys's eyes finally connected with his twin's and he laughed. "And, do tell, sister, how do you know how to pleasure a man?"
Eerika shrugged her shoulders. She wasn't one who cared about people knowing about her sexual experiences, although she was still a virgin, but it was quite odd and uncomfortable when Viserys would ask about her sexual encounters, wanting to know the details.
"You men are just so easy, and you know well enough, brother, that even though I am still a virgin that that doesn't mean I haven't explored a man's body once or twice," Eerika said, quickly getting back to the topic at hand. "But we're not talking about me, we're talking about…"
"Dany, Dany, Dany," Viserys cut her off, waving his hands in the air back and forth. "Yes, it seems all we ever have been doing these past couple of weeks id talk about her. She should be thanking me, you know?"
Eerika scoffed, "For what?"
"For marrying her off to a man who will protect her. At least he isn't a weakling."
Like you, Eerika thought to herself.
"She doesn't want this marriage, Viserys," Eerika said firmly, finally fed up with her brother's antics. "She's still just a child, and now she's terrified because her brother has arranged her to marry a barbarian."
Viserys's eyes hardened. "Don't wake the dragon, sister. And I don't care what Daenerys wants, she will marry the Khal."
For a second, Eerika's shoulders fell forward; she looked like she was tired, and she was. Dany had crawled into Eerika's bed last night, sobbing about how she did not want to marry the Khal. It broke Eerika's heart to see her little sister in such a state, for Eerika had taken the role of Dany's caregiver ever since she was born, but she didn't try to sooth Dany's fears last night. If their parents had still been alive then Dany still would have been sold off into a marriage she probably wouldn't want, although it would have been to a prince or king that knew Common Tongue. All of the Targaryen children would have had their marriages arranged; it was just the way their lives would have been.
"I want to go home too, brother," Eerika said faintly. Her eyes locked on Viserys's. "But selling our sister isn't how you should gain an army."
"And pray tell, Eeri, just how should I gain an army?" Viserys stood up from the chair in which he sat in and picked up a lock of his sister's so blonde that it was white hair – the same color as all the Targaryens. "Maybe I should sell you, too. You could be the Khal's whore so he could fuck you when Dany falls pregnant, or maybe you'll just be the whole tribes whore. How does that sound?"
Eerika slapped her twin across the face, satisfied when his head snapped to the side with a great amount of force. "Watch your tongue, brother! I am not Daenerys, your words and empty threats do not scare me."
Viserys retaliated, backhanding Eerika with a force that matched her own. "I should have your hands cut off."
Eerika rolled her head in a circle, easing the pain in her neck. Feeling the anger rise within her, Eerika unconsciously punched her twin in the stomach, smirking as he doubled over in pain, not expecting her attack.
Viserys pulled on Eerika's long hair, making her fall forward. Viserys flipped her over so she was on her back, and straddled her waist. His fist connected with her left cheek first, relentless on his attack on his twin's face. Eerika's hands shot out, protecting her face as her long nails scratched her brother's face and dug into his cheeks.
Both twins cried out in pain and anger.
Eerika's nails were long, and sharp, and pointed like a dagger. Viserys felt blood rush up to the surface and he knew that there would be little markings there. He was just thankful that Eerika decided not to dig them into his skin as deeply as possible and pull down. Viserys's knees dug into Eerika's waist, making it hard for her to breathe, but she continued to fight off her brother.
If their older brother Rhaegar had still been alive then the twins would have pulled apart by him. Growing up, as children, it was common for the twins to fight – verbally and physically. Rhaegar took it upon himself to be the wall that stood between Viserys and Eerika whenever they argued. The twins couldn't have a simple, normal argument, it was just impossible. One of them would always throw the first punch, and that was usually Eerika. Her parents were always concerned about her temper since it appeared she had no control over it at times, especially when in a physical fight. Her mother always said that the dragons lived within her.
"Lady Eerika?"
The twins stopped their fighting and looked up at the person who had interpreted them. Standing in the doorway was Magister Illyrio Mopatis, who looked down at the twins with a confused expression, almost as if he was embarrassed for walking in on the twins fighting. Like he did not realize fights were a common occurrence between them.
Taking their time, the twins separated and stood up, brushing their selves off.
Eerika smiled softly at the Magister. "What can I do for you, Magister Illyrio?"
"Your sister wishes to see you, Lady Eerika. She says it's urgent."
"Of course," Eerika said before she looked at her twin. "Is there anything else you'd wish to say to me, brother?"
Viserys sat back down and waved a hand, dismissing her. "Go ten to our sister. Oh, and, Eerika, make sure she's perfect."
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The sun shined brightly in the sky that afternoon, giving the palace the sort of glow and shine that made it look ancient, yet magical at the same time. The walk to the bathing chambers from Viserys's room wasn't far at all. Many of the servants were off cleaning the rooms and making something to eat for dinner, so Eerika didn't have to walk down the halls with eyes watching her every move.
As she stepped into the bathing chambers, she heard one of the servants speak to her sister.
"No, My Lady, it's too hot!"
Eerika watched as Daenerys submerged herself into the still steaming hot water, showing no sign that the water was burning her.
"She is fine," Eerika said, startling the servant. "You may leave now."
As the servant left the room, Eerika sat down on the edge of the bath, sitting on Daenerys's left side.
Neither girl said anything at first.
Darnerys just stared out the open window, her eyes distant and emotionless. Eerika wondered what her little sister was thinking about. From the look on Daenerys's face it was something unpleasant.
Like her marriage.
"You know, if you continue to scowl your face will settle like that forever and then no one will want to marry you." Eerika joked, trying to lighten the mood.
"Good," Daenerys said. Her voice held such sadness. "Then I won't have to marry the Khal."
"Alright, tell me, what's so bad about the Khal?"
Daenerys looked at her sister with wide eyes, as if Eerika were crazy for asking such a thing. "He's a barbarian, that's why! They're fierce warriors, skilled in battle, unrelenting in combat and known for savagery towards non Dothraki. Amongst their own people they have a code of honor, albeit still harsh and unforgiving one."
Eerika picked up a cup of water and poured it over her sister's head. "Although that may be true, you're looking at the negatives. Did you know that Khal Drogo is a legendary warrior and has never been defeated in battle? He also desires the most beautiful and exotic woman in the world as his khaleesi, and that, my lovely sister, is you."
Daenerys rolled her eyes. "Why doesn't Viserys give you to the Khal? You are the oldest female and the prettiest."
Eerika laughed. "That is right. I am pretty, where you are beautiful."
"Not when you're in the room, Eeri. Men always notice you first, they just can't help themselves. Not that anyone could blame them."
Daenerys knew that she was beautiful. She had been told that countless times by her siblings and strangers alike. Daenerys wished she looked like Eerika, though. With the famous white hair and pale skin of a Targaryens, Eerika held the birthright to be a Queen. Unlike Daenerys, who eyebrows were brown, Eerika's were white, although they were slightly darker than her hair. And always in Eerika's hair was a white feather, blending in with her hair easily, but made her stand out somehow. Her eyes were an emerald green coloring that couldn't choose between a molten dark shade or a striking bright one. She was about five foot-five; her legs were long like a barstool, but Eerika also had what many called child bearing hips and a nice pronounced chest and ass. Not only was Eerika beautiful on the outside, she was beautiful on the inside, too, even with her temper. She was loving and loyal, but she also had a good head on her shoulders and could separate her head from her heart, something Daenerys always envied.
All in all, Eerika was a stunning masterpiece.
"Viserys has his reasoning as to why you are to be married first and not me," Eerika said. "Though, I doubt we wouldn't want to know why."
Daenerys didn't respond to her sister, knowing well enough that Eerika was right.
"What happened?" Daenerys was staring at the black and blue bruise that was quickly forming on Eerika's cheek.
"Oh, nothing," Eerika sighed with a smile. "Viserys and I were just talking, is all."
After a soothing silence fell among the sisters, Eerika continued to bathe Dany. A towel was hanging off the side of the bath and Eerika grabbed it to wrap her sister up. But before she did, Eerika stopped to stare at her sister's physique.
Standing stark naked, Dany didn't seem to care that her sister saw her naked form. For Eerika had the same assets that she did.
Daenerys had a short waist and long legs, a perfect hourglass figure. Her thighs that weren't overly thick, but not quite thick enough gave her ass a nice round, bubble structure. Her breasts, which a normal man's hand could cup, were full with their light dust of pink nipples. Eerika knew her sister had a beautiful body, but she wondered if the Khal would find it the least bit appealing.
She hoped so because if he did not then Daenerys would face the ridicule of Viserys.
Eerika wrapped her little sister up in the towel and kissed her forehead. "There now, you're absolutely perfect, Daenerys."
Dany blushed, cursing her pale skin for showing the redness in her cheeks so easily. "Thank you, sister."
Ignoring Dany's gratitude, Eerika called for one of the servants to take Dany to her room and to dress her. She then gave another the order to cook Daenerys a suitable meal and that she went to bed right after.
Tomorrow was going to be a long day, and Dany would need her beauty sleep.
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When Eerika woke the next morning, she saw the rays of the sun shine through her open window, leaving rows of a sun garden on her bed. Little dust fairies watered her garden as well. She wiped the crust away from her eyes, and she reached up tall to open up the sleepiness that was still left in her body. Her stomach rumbled with the ferocity of a dragon, demanding that it be filled. Eerika got out of bed and made her way out of her room.
She didn't even bother to change her night gown. It was far too early for any of the servants to be roaming the halls yet. Viserys wasn't even up yet, which surprised her. Eerika had though that her brother would be wide awake for today. She assumed that's why she slept so light last night, and woke up at such an early hour. Viserys wasn't one who cared for another's rest.
Stopping at the door down the hall from her, Eerika knocked on it. "Dany, wake up."
There was no response and Eerika wasn't expecting one.
She knocked again, but harder this time. "Daenerys, wake up. We can't have you looking hideous today."
When Eerika received no response once more, she opened the door and shook her head at the sight before her with a small smile on her lips. The lines of care and toil on Daenerys's face had smoothed and virtually disappeared, the worried bags under Dany's eyes now were nothing but a memory. Eyelids closed against the dim light of dawn and her breathing deep and relaxed, all the muscles in her face and body were totally at peace, like a baby in its first throes of slumber before it would cry for its mother's milk. Not a twitch, not a spasm, barely any movement of her breasts rising and falling with each intake of air such was the indication of her oblivion. Dany's body was a body totally at peace, at rest, at one with itself, rejuvenating her mind and muscles before the onset of yet another day of turmoil.
The innocence that showed on Dany's sleeping face, the peaceful and serene dreams blocking out the dangers of the outside was a beautiful thing to gaze upon. The soft breathing making the world seems to stand still.
Eerika almost felt bad for waking her little sister when she looked so comfortable, but Daenerys needed to wake up.
Eerika climbed into the bed next to her sister and began to shake her awake. "Dany, wake up for Gods' sake. You're meeting your husband today and I don't want to deal with Viserys anger if we're late dressing today."
Although still half asleep, Dany snuggled deeper into the pillows as she waved her sister away. "Five more minutes, Eeri, and I swear I'll be up."
Eerika pulled the covers off of Dany's body and ignored her groans of protest.
"You use to say that all the time as a child. Now, get up! The sun is shining and the birds are chirping. It's a beautiful day."
Daenerys raised her head to look at the blinding sunshine, but frowned. "All I see is a grey, rainy day where the drums are playing at my funeral."
"Don't be so dramatical." Eerika said in a light tone, trying to ease the tension. "It's Viserys's duty to be the theatrical one."
Dany looked as if though her heart had been ripped out of her chest.
Suddenly, aura of grey that was around Dany darkened as if though it were a mist that wouldn't rise – a state of depression that she couldn't see herself through. She felt a terrible weight on her shoulders. It was as if a giant boulder was laid on her and she couldn't straighten up or catch her breath entirely.
A single tear rolled down her cheek.
She should have been crying a whole waterfall of tears, but her mind was far too numb to even think about crying. For that was the last thing on her mind.
There was a giant hole in her heart and she knew nothing would ever be the same.
She looked and felt like death, but she didn't even care.
Eerika looked up when she heard a sniffle. She scooted closer to her sister and wrapped an arm around Dany's shoulders. With a heavy sigh, she said, "Let it all out, this will be your last time to cry over this so just let it out."
And so Daenerys did.
She let out all her pent up anger, frustration and fear for the past three days into her sister's chest.
Her eyes were puffy from crying because she couldn't stop crying for the past hour. Dany was dehydrated, and sore. Sobs raked her body; no one should have been able to cry that hard. She hadn't even cried that hard when she had learned about her parents' and brother's fate.
Sold, to a man and to a marriage she didn't want. Viserys had said that he would take of her, he promised to find her a good, happy marriage, and that Eerika would be married first.
It wasn't fair.
It wasn't right.
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"Touch it," Viserys said as he smiled widely at Dany, holding the light grey dress. "Go on, feel the fabric."
They were standing in the main room, waiting for Illyrio to come and meet with them. The twins were already dressed, taking the time to get ready first so that they could help prepare Dany, who was trying to purposely prolong everything.
Slowly, Dany touched the dress, rolling a small part of it between her fingers. She hummed her liking for it.
"Isn't he a gracious host, Eeri, would you like to touch it?" Viserys beckoned his twin over with a nod of his head.
The fabric was soft, almost silky as well. Eerika examined the dress. "We've been his guest over a year and he's never asked us for anything."
Illyrio was a sweet man; the siblings knew that first hand. He tried to accommodate to all their needs, no matter what it was.
Viserys smiled tightened to a grimaced one. "Yes, well, Illyrio is no fool. He knows I won't forget my friends when I come into my throne."
Eerika crossed her arms over her chest and her head cocked to the side, her eyebrow arched. "I thought it was our throne, twin."
Viserys laughed, one that Eerika knew was faked and forced. "Of course it is, my dear sister, of course it is."
Dany watched as her brother passed her dress off to one of the servants to take into her room where it would be waiting for her. She frowned. "Can't I have a dress like, Eeri's?"
Eerika wore a linen dress with short sleeves, the color of red burgundy. It was a slim fit bodice of the dress, which emphasized Eerika's breasts and waist. The wide skirt had four additional gussets and drapes with soft pleats. The skirt was hemmed with the trim as well as sleeves and a neckline. Also, the trim was used to decorate the lacing fastening at the fore part of a gown.
It was beautiful.
"What's wrong with the one Illyrio gave you?" Viserys asked.
It was too sheer.
It showed off everything.
Dany wasn't too comfortable showing off her body (especially to strangers) like her sister was. It was more of a dress Eerika would wear instead. Dany didn't want to be rude to Illyrio, so she kept quiet about the dress, but she couldn't help but feel annoyance towards Viserys. He knew that Daenerys liked to conceal her body, but just to entice the Khal he was willing to make his little sister uncomfortable in order to gain his army.
She was just another pawn in another man's game.
"You'll look beautiful, Dany," Eerika said. "Now, go put it on."
Begrudgingly, Daenerys went to her room to change and no more than an hour later she emerged from her room looking uncomfortable, but beautiful.
Viserys didn't leave any time to compliment Daenerys. He rushed them all outside once Illyrio had joined them.
They were out there for no more than forty minutes when Viserys became antsy.
"Where is he?"
Illyrio turned around from where he standing on the steps and gave Viserys a small smile, one not filled with humor. "The Dothraki are not known for their punctuality."
Eerika, who was standing next to a still Dany, laughed. "So we hurried for nothing then."
Viserys, whose vain looked like it was going to pop out of his forehead, opened his mouth the say something smart back to his twin, but was silenced when the sounds of galloping hitting the ground reached their ears.
Eerika heard the gust of air Dany let out. She grabbed her little sister's hand and squeezed to give Dany her silent support. Dany practically crushed Eerika's hand. Eerika had no clue that Dany possessed such strength.
When Khal Drogo and his bloodriders were finally in sight, Eerika cursed her sister for how lucky she was.
Like most Dothraki, Drogo had copper-colored skin, black hair, and black eyes. He was tall, over six foot, and muscular, and moved gracefully. He had a long, drooping beard and a long braid hung with tiny bells that hung down to his thighs, symbolizing his status among the Dothraki as an undefeated warlord.
Even though he looked intimidating, Eerika couldn't help but admire at how handsome the Khal was. He was exotic to her, for she had never seen an actual person as tan as he was, nor had she ever seen a man so tall and muscular. His war paint that adorned his shoulders and chest enhanced his intimidation and attractiveness.
Illyrio made his way down the steps and greeted the Khal with opened arms. "Athchomar tat ato haji vichomer! Great Khal, ishish anha present anna honored guests, Viserys ki house Targaryen, jin third ki mae name, jin rightful king ki Andals akka First ki Mahrazhi. Akka mae sisters, Eerika akka Daenerys ki hourse Targaryen."
Both Daenerys and Eerika took a step forward to get a better look at the Khal, but Viserys grabbed Dany's arm to stop her, which stopped Eerika too.
"Do you see how long his hair is?" Viserys whispered in Dany's ear, but spoke loud enough for Eerika to hear as well. "When Dothraki defeated in battle they cut off their braids so the whole world can see their shame. Khal Drogo has never been defeated. He's a savage, of course, he's one of the finest killers alive, and you will be his queen."
Eerika felt Dany shake, and she looked over sister's head to glare at her twin. Dany was already depressed about this marriage, the last thing they needed was for her to be afraid.
Illyrio looked back at the siblings and stared at Dany. "Come forward, my dear."
Knowing well enough that Dany wouldn't move forward on her own, Eerika gave her sister a slight push forward, releasing her hand out of Dany's grasp. With wide, fearful eyes Dany looked at Eerika with hesitance; like Eerika was her life line and she'd collapse if she went too far. Eerika nodded her head at Dany, not knowing what else to do for her.
What's done was done.
Dany took each step one at a time, trying to gather her nerves. Once she reached the landing, she walked past Illyrio, her eyes trained on the dark set that were watching her. The Khal was intimidating from afar on his horse, but up close he was terrifying.
How could Viserys arrange this marriage?
The Khal would surely snap Daenerys in two, emotionally and physically
Dany held her breath as the Khal's expressionless face and hard, dark eyes stared down at her. She felt like he was burning a hole right threw her.
"Mae ajjin vo jin eldest female," the Khal said in his deep, masculine voice. He literally screamed of authority and power. It was all in his voice.
Even though Dothrakian was a harsh sounding language and hard to understand, the Targaryens heard the Khal say "eldest female" loud and clear.
Eerika held her breath while Viserys began to sweat.
Illyrio shook his head, not taking his eyes off the Khal. "Vo, mae ajjin vo, vosma mae ajjin disse ven beautiful akka mae, ale, ajjin fit tat tikh jin khaleesi."
The Khal's eyes went from Daenerys to Eerika, looking back and forth between the sisters. It seemed like he was inspecting them for hours.
Suddenly, without any reason, the Khal reared his lean black stallion. "Anha zala jin eshna ato."
With one final looked at the sisters, the Khal took off with his bloodriders following close behind.
Viserys ran down the steps towards the Magister, not taking his eyes off the Khal's retiring figure. "Where's he going?!"
Eerika followed her twin down the steps and made her way to Dany who jumped when Eerika put an around her. "Are you alright?"
Dany closed her eyes and nodded, her body still shaking.
"The ceremony is over." Illyrio explained to Viserys.
"But – but he didn't say anything! Did he like her?"
Illyrio spared a glance at Viserys before he looked at the sisters, whose backs were facing him. No one noticed the surprised, yet clam expression upon the Magister's face. Like he knew the world's greatest secret, but was determined to keep it to himself.
"Trust me, Your Grace, if he didn't like her we'd know."
Translations:
"Athchomar tat ato haji vichomer! Great Khal, ishish anha present anna honored guests, Viserys ki house Targaryen, jin third ki mae name, jin rightful king ki Andals akka First ki Mahrazhi. Akka mae sisters, Eerika akka Daenerys ki hourse Targaryen." - Respect to one that is respectful! Great Khal, may I present my honored guests, Viserys of house Targaryen, the third of his name, the rightful king of the Andals and the First Men. And his sisters, Eerika and Daenerys of the house Targaryen.
"Mae ajjin vo jin eldest female." - She is not the eldest female.
"Vo, mae ajjin vo, vosma mae ajjin disse ven beautiful akka mae, ale, ajjin fit tat tikh jin khaleesi." - No, she is not, but she is just as beautiful as her, and fit to be a khaleesi.
"Anha zala jin eshna ato." - I want the other one.
I'll admit that I'm nervous about this story.
I know the whole "A servant who is a friend of Dany's, or her sister/half-sister takes her place" plot has been done before, but I would like to think that my way was a bit more different.
Please review and tell me what you thought. Feedback, negative or positive, is always welcomed.