I know it's short but this is only the beginning. It's also a little rushed but I have so much in store for these two. Inspired by a video on YouTube called Daenerys/ Eomer -Life without you by MissLalwen. Be sure to check it out because it's unbelievible! I'm not basing this all off the video, there are things I am going to change, not giving away spoilers -shifty eyes- but he is going to help her get the throne. That's all I'm going to say.
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"He's one of the finest kings alive...And you will be his queen."


There comes a time in every human's life where they are forced to make a decision that goes against what their heart wants. It could be getting married to someone they have no feelings for. Or even going out in the midst of war and fighting, even if they don't know if they are coming back or not. Sometimes their decision is good, and they end up falling in love with the person they are arranged to marry. And sometimes their decision means they won't see the light of day.

For the young Targaryen, she was forced into a marriage that would allow them the Iron Throne. More so her brother who now had entered the room, and forced her attention to the dress he had carried in. She laid her hand on the silk and looked up to him, seeing their father behind his face. The mad king. A spitting image of last Targaryen king. When his hands traced her body she couldn't help but stop the shiver of embarrassment that wanted desperately to run down her spine.

"I need you to be perfect today." Vienerys said looking up to her. She met his gaze with her own, a small frown on her face. "Can you do that for me?" He asked her. "You don't want to wake the dragon do you?" He asked her when she said nothing. She shook her head and he smiled lightly. He moved from the room and stopped at the doorway, turning to look at her. "When they write the history of my rein dear sister, they will say it began today." He said before leaving the room. Leaving her to bath and get ready for the wedding she was not looking forward to. Stepping into the smoldering water she looked over Pathos.

When the time came for her to meet her furture husband she couldn't stop her hands from fidgiting. She looked to her brother and then a nearby servant before looking ahead again. She sighed lightly when her brother sighed lightly, annoyed about being forced to wait.

"Where is he?" He asked Illyrio who looked to Vienerys with a small smile.

"You forget the king lives in foreign lands." Illyrio said looking ahead once more. When the sound of distant horses riding into the city came closer and closer the Daenerys couldn't help the small gasp that left her lips. This was it. When her brother would hand her over to another man. One that has been rumored to have fought in a greater war than the one she was in. When they rode into the city she frowned lightly. Their armor was not of this part of the world. Almost like from another time. Distinguished yet showed every scar from the great battle. When Illyrio approached them they moved back, almost ready to attack.

"The one of the black horse." Vienerys said pulling Daenerys into his side. She looked to the man on the black horse and nodded slowly. "He's one of the finest kings in the world." He said a smile on his face. "And you are to be his queen." She frowned lightly. She was a prize. Always a prize to be won, nothing more. When the man rose from his horse and approached them. Passing right by Illyrio looking only to Daenerys.

"Daenerys." Illyrio said walking up behind the famous king and warrior. "May I introduce King Éomer. Son of Éomund, and King of Rohan." He said as the man removed his helmet, showing off the beautiful features beneath. From the blond hair that hung over his shoulders, to the beard that covered his face and to the hazel eyes that looked down to her. He bowed slowly as she approached slowly. She was almost shocked at the man her brother had chosen to give her to.

"Tis a pleasure my lord." She bowed back, her voice quiet, almost shy. He smiled lightly and looked to her standing straight once more. She tried but failed to hide her own smile, looking down to hide it as it rose to her cheeks.

"The pleasure." He said taking her hand in his, placing the top to his lips, before letting it fall again. "Is all mind, Milady."

There comes a time in every human's life where they are forced to make a decision that goes against what their heart wants. And this time the young Targayren couldn't help but feel, this was right.