I was staring out my window looking as melancholy as my bad wig would allow when I heard my name.
"Daenerys!" my older brother called. I turned from the window. "There you are!" Viserys cried as he pranced into the room. He held a gown in his hands like a precious baby.
"A gift from Illyrio," he beamed, his eyes lit up with jealousy. "Touch it. Touch it. C'mon. Feel the fabric."
I touched the gown, which was basically a giant Kleenex. I tried to hide my horror. Everyone was gonna see my cooter.
"We've been Illyrio's guests for over a year now and he's never asked us for anything."
"Yeah. He likes to kiss our asses, hey?" Viserys shrugged. He paused and looked me over. "You still slouch." He handed off the sheer gown and undid the straps of my dress. "You have a woman's body." The dress slipped to the floor.
"And how would you know what that looks like?" I thought to myself, but I kept quiet. He fondled my breast, no doubt envious of rockin' rack.
"I need you to be perfect. You don't want to shake the lizard, do you?"
I cocked my head at him, my brows furrowed. "I don't... I don't think that's what you mean."
"Choke the chicken?"
"No."
"Spank the monkey?"
"No."
"Well you get it anyway. Don't fuck up." Visyers' expression changed then from malice to merriment. "Love ya, sis!" he cried as he gave me a punch in the tit.
"Ow!" I pressed my hands against myself, wincing in pain.
He walked to the doorway and paused. "When they write the history of my reign, they will say it began today. Toodles!"
I was about to step into the bath when I spied movement at the doorway. "Illyrio? I can see you hiding behind that plant!"
Illyrio fumbled with his pants and waved at me, rising from his hiding spot. "I was just leaving!" he called back and bolted from the room.