"Did you hear?"

"Have you heard?"

"Beat the hell out of..."

"His brother."

"He scares the shit out of me!"

"He's terrifying!"

Well, not me. There was one person whose appearance I feared more—

"Daenerys!!"

I felt my muscles tighten, my stomach rolling with disgust. He was right on cue, he always was.

"Sweet sister, it's been too long!" He placed a possessive kiss on my nose, one that lingered too long.

"Viserys, I—"

"You couldn't have called your brother?"

"I was..." Don't tell him. It's none of his business.

"Dany?" The glare he shot me made me want to throw up. He always demanded an answer. Why didn't I call him? Why hadn't I told him where I'd been? How come he didn't know where I dared to urinate this morning before my first lecture? I knew what was coming next if I didn't tell him but still, I tried and failed to retain some of my privacy.

"Sunspear. I went to the Martell's."

"... and you're telling me that there's no reception in Dorne? You couldn't reach me all summer?"

I had to look away from his icy blue eyes, his anger creating what felt like shards of glass piercing into my own. He raised his thin hand to my cheek, extending a willowy finger. I felt him drag the tip down my face to my chin, tilting my head back up to look at him. I knew what was coming next.

"Come on Daenerys, you don't want to wake the dragon, do you?" His hot temper was my downfall. Every time. Turned me into a simpering mouse.

"I'm sorry." My hands trembled at my sides.

"You had better be. No-one ignores me for months, not even you." His breath scorched my cheek. He was seething with rage. Whenever things aren't exactly his way, he changes. In front of those whose relations he found to be profitable, he was kind, thoughtful and sweet. However, towards others, his dark, vitriolic ways came to the fore. Especially with me. "Meet me tonight." He leered at me, dropping his hand. It wasn't a request, it was a requirement. Be there, or else. He'd not made it a step before my saviour stepped in...

"Dragon boy!"

Or so I'd thought. As I looked to my left, I saw that the low growl came from the only person that scared the seven hells out of Viserys... and everyone else on campus. He was stood, menacingly flanked by two of his almost equally imposing friends, only a few metres away from us.

"Drogo." Viserys had stopped dead in his tracks, whipping around to the much taller man.

"Leave." A stoic demand.

"I was leaving, was-wasn't I Dany?" I nodded dumbly, eyes averted from both my brother and the beast of a man that I could sense was advancing towards us. "Right. Going." He scuttled away, tail tucked.

"He is bothering you again?" I felt a hand on my shoulder, warm and protective.

"He always has." Despite myself, I gave him a small smile.

Rakharo, a new class mate of mine, happened to be a friend of Drogo's. He was kind but, would beat the lights out of you without a second thought! He was learned and athletic, captained the Varsity lacrosse team and had previously lead the chemistry club in his high school.

With an empty stare, my eyes followed my elder brother's skinny form as he retreated "You don't know my brother..."