"Dany, please!"
The silence was oppressive. Viserys would have been grateful for any sound then, anything but the silence. The short intakes of breath around him reeked of anticipation, and the air was thick. It pressed into him tightly, burying him alive. Though, he admittedly would prefer being buried alive to the gruesome torture that awaited him.
Panic bubbled in his stomach as Khal Drogo, the man he had grown to hate so fiercely, bent over to hoist the grimy pail of molten gold that had been boiling for minutes before them. Viserys's breathing heightened, not provoked by himself but by he form that was Khal Drogo who came to stand menacingly before him. He glanced back at Daenerys, whose stare was like ice, expressionless. You're my sister! He wanted to shout, but fear constricted his speech. His eyes pleaded with her, but her face was a mask of calm and indifference. Indifference? Viserys was her brother, not some bread thief from the city that was being executed! She should care, she should stop them. They were blood, they cared for each other, didn't they?
This couldn't really be happening, could it? Viserys was a king, he was the Dragon! He just wanted what was promised, was that too much? The beads of cold sweat that had settled on his cheekbones and on his back began to slide slowly down his face, excruciatingly slow, as he watched Khal Drogo's face twist into a smile, his eyes narrowing at Viserys. He took a shallow breath through his nose, the air holding the stench of manure and all things dirty. He shouldn't be here, he thought, holding his head high. I am a king. Kings shouldn't be here, inhabit this wretched camp, with people, if they even were people, who had no respect for their rightful king.
Viserys's legs pressed into the cold, hard dirt, tearing his pants at the knees. The arm so brutally broken by Khal Drogo's men was pulled tight behind him, forcing a gasp from his lungs and driving his posture erect. He stared up at Khal Drogo, his eyes wide and full of panic.
Kings do not feel fear. Kings do not feel pain. He tried to convince himself of this, but fear was evident on his face. He was truly going to die, but for him, death was not welcomed.
Kings do not feel fear. Kings do not feel pain. Viserys tried not to look around; the small part of him that still cared was scared of the satisfaction that was brewing on the others' faces. On Dany's face.
Kings do not feel fear. Kings do not feel pain. His faith stuttered, and Viserys then made the greatest mistake of his short life—he stared into Daenerys's face one last time.
Stone cold. Proud. Someone fit to be queen. His heart wrenched open, pain filling his entire body. The little girl she used to be was gone—that girl was replaced by someone able to watch her older brother be murdered before her eyes. The new Daenerys, the woman she was now, broke his heart. He had watched her slowly evolve to this queen, this Khaleesi, but he hadn't accepted it. He hadn't wanted to ever accept it. Because Dany wasn't Dany anymore—she was a queen. She was… her.
Daenerys's regal stance and face, even her body, was her, all her, and the thought crippled Viserys. His sister had turned into the one woman he never wanted to see again, the one he'd forgotten, but she had returned. A spitting image of her, she was, and as Viserys stared at Daenerys, pain echoing through his mind like billions of flapping dragon wings, he was almost proud of her.
"A crown for a king," Drogo bellowed, and the pail tipped.
They say one's life flashes before your eyes when one is staring death in the face. Flash, Viserys thought, is a weak word. The moments before one's death are excruciatingly slow, slower than a horseback ride across the desert without water. His life didn't flash—it poured before him, the scene changing before him, delirium setting in, as memories he had pushed into the back of his mind all those years began to play out before him.
Consequently, he would have preferred death.
A/N: Well, here's the prologue. Subscribe, because more chapters are coming. I'll try to update as often as I can, because I like the concept of this story so far.