The sun was cracking its fiery beam in the stretch of the horizon, casting its rays slowly over the tips of the swaying trees that left the faintest scent of pine through the air. The wind was warm and soothing against the skin, yet not so if were in direct sun for too long, this proving to be too hot.

The streaking marigold ray of the beaming sun had only just touched the surface of the trickling stream that I stood nearby, making a meritorious sort of shimmer. The horse beneath me, Auvrea, snorted, nodding its head low to the ground, her dark mane tousling with her head movements. I patted her fondly.

"It has been a long journey, my kin," I whispered, ruffling her pointed, firm ears. "It is nearly over."

I looked down upon the enchanting mansion, something that resembled a small castle. It stood upon a large hill pedestal, surrounded by water with magnificent falls protruding from its white marble walls. Walls that encased my past, near to be present, and possible future.

I received the raven carrying my invitation thirteen moons previously. I was perturbed but otherwise unfazed on how they had discovered my location seeing as I try to hard to use my discretion in a high manner. Soon afterward I sent my confirmation along with the one raven that I would be coming.

I both held curiosity and foreboding for this meeting. I had not lain eyes upon the two people I was soon to see in over five years. Why the wanted me to come, I was oblivious to the answer.

"Nearly over," I repeated quietly. I glanced up towards the sky which showed me no trace of any clouds or disturbance in the still, endless blue. I clicked my tongue, causing Auvrea to start walking down the steep hill and near the entrance to the manor.

Two guards awaited me at the gates. I bowed my head low.

"I am Teisha Alavara, friend of the last dragon. I come due to an—invitation."

"Do you have the magister's insignia?" inquired one of the guards huffily. I showed them the long note with it, at the end the keeper of this household's name done with fancy, loopy handwriting that was printed in order for me to pass.

"On your way," stated the taller of the two. The gate opened. Inside the tall, white brick walls rested a large and magnificent building. I steadied Auvrea inside the horse stables and mounted off her, patting her once on the nose before descending into the manor.

I could hear a water fountain from nearby—and voices. Familiar voices. I continued my way down the hall, peering around the corner. Two people was what I saw, both with a mane of silver-platinum locks and fair skin that seemed to resemble the surface of white marble, similar to the walls surrounding us.

The male was tall, his white strands only just brushing his broad shoulders that held a prominent stance, his bod lean and defined. His back was to me, yet I knew that on the other side of his silver head was a silken face with a fierce and arrogant lilac polished gaze that resided under proud brows.

His sister was him in the flesh of a female, yet polar opposite in demeanor. Her eyes were a large, violaceous color with streaks of jade against her baby-soft skin that resembled the exterior of a white orchard's petal. Her lips full, body willowy in figure, and hair a long sheet of silver, almost white hair that cascaded down her back and shoulders like dove's wings.

She was in full nudity, her robe in a pool under her feet and eyes set forward but not yet finding me. Her brother was examining her steadily, that much was obvious. Yet the gaze was not sexual; nothing of the sort has ever existed between these too, but almost a debate.

"I need you to be perfect today. Can you do that for me?" said her brother, looking back into her face. She said nothing as she met his gaze.

I leaned against the wall, crossed my arms and studied the pair, a small smile perched on my face.

"Hello, Viserys."

He turned swiftly over his shoulder, amethyst eyes landing immediately on me. His face softened into a defined expression. Daenerys' eyes landed on me as well. It was evident that her face was coated in fear—but who could blame her?—and yet, the innocent young girl could still manage a small smile.

"Teisha," mouthed Viserys. He hesitated, then broke into a smile. "Such a long time apart my—friend."

"Five years," I agreed, nodding, walking towards the two, my hands locked behind my back as I gazed up at the ceiling in mock admiration. My eyes grazed back onto them. "What a first sight this is. I have not seen little Dany since she was ten, and now I return to find a—" my eyes scanned Daenerys' body. "Woman."

Viserys glanced behind his shoulder at his sister, then glazed his violet eyes that held flecks of purest silver back onto me.

"Khal Drogo makes an appearance today," he stated.

"To see if—the view pleases him," I said, almost scathingly as I looked at Daenerys who had said nothing yet.

Viserys smiled. "Why, of course, dear Teisha. This doing so gains me the crown and an army. An army to gain back our lost home. Dany ensures a safe return."

I raised my eyebrows. "I see."

Viserys arched an eyebrow with a smirk. "Yes, well, my dear sister must get ready. She must be fit to shape for this day."

He moved forward and made an expression that suggested he was waiting for me to follow him. I did not.

"I will help Dany. We will meet you shortly outside."

His expression didn't faze yet his eyes hardened slightly. He took my wrist in his and leaned forward, making it so Dany could not hear in.

"I wish to catch up. Are you denying me this?"

I looked calmly back, studying the entrancing lavender lavish eyes.

"I deny nothing of you except your infatuation," I said quietly without breaking the gaze. I bowed my head once in his direction before releasing my hand from his and walking towards Daenerys. I shy not in the presence of nudity but embraced her at once in a large hug.

"Be strong, my love," I whispered to her. She hugged back. It was a hug of a child begging physically for comfort. When I released her, her burnished lilac eyes showed fear, but bravery. How I loved Daenerys. How I loved her innocent strength. So pure, so young and innocent. She was an unplucked flower.

I placed a hand on her shoulder, leaning forward and placing a kiss on her forehead, near the brim of her platinum hair. Viserys dismissed himself with one last disdainful look aimed at me.

I watched as Daenerys bathed herself in the steaming hot bath, much too scorching for me even when I tried to lay a finger within its depths.

I readied Daenerys a violet, almost see-through dress that practically resembled her eyes. Her small hands were shaking. I could only ease my self guiltiness by averting my eyes.

"I do not want to marry Khal Drogo," she said blankly, as if petrified by fear. I looked into her tender, young face, brushing aside some of her stray hairs.

"I know."

"You are not married. How old are you, Teisha?"

"I will be twenty years of age this coming spring," I said with a small sigh. She looked down at her feet.

"Most women marry at thirteen in the least," she muttered. She looked up at me. "How did you avoid such a matter?"

I smiled meekly. "By avoiding the single individual thing that is a necessity for a marriage." And when she gave me a questioning look: "Men."

She looked close to tears, but kept her head held high. I took her hand in mine. "Are you ready?"

All she could permit was a nod. I led her to the outside of the establishment where Viserys and the magister were waiting for us. Viserys was smirking broadly as we waited at the top of the stairs.

"Your presence couldn't be more appreciated," he said to me in a sly, almost smug voice. "After five years—"

"I am here for Daenerys," I said without looking at him, my hands folded in front of me. I glanced at him. "Not you. Not even the highest prayers to the gods could submit any mercy to the girl if she only had you for comfort in amidst your own doing."

Viserys was not used to being contradicted, much less from a woman, yet the one look of surprised was soon obscured in the same sly smirk.

"Feisty as always, my dear."

"I am no one's dear," I said quietly as I looked away, narrowing my eyes in the sun's beam. There was a long silence in which we all waited for something to happen, from something as exuberant as barbarians jumping behind the brush or falling from the sky. Nothing whatsoever happened.

"Where is he?" said Viserys impatiently after a long wait.

"The Dothraki are not known for their punctuality," replied the magister.

No sooner had he spoken the words when there was a clopping sound against stone terrain in the distance. Excitement and triumph spread across Viserys' face as the few horses materialized from the main archway and perched themselves prominently at the bottom of the staircase.

Daenerys made to move forward, but Viserys clutched her hand, holding her steady, still smirking.

"Khal Drogo, presenting Viserys and Daenerys Targaryen," announced the magister. Viserys released his little sister, permitting her to step forward. I watched her step cautiously and leisurely down the white alabaster steps.

I studied her both with an encouraging gaze that I knew she could not see, and fear for what the next moments would hold. Drogo looked down with an unchanging expression at poor Daenerys who stood there stiffly, gazing up at the dark skinned man with the long black braid and thick narrowed brows, practically looking alien in contrast with Dany's white hair and skin.

Then he took off, galloping out of the courtyard, followed closely by his tribe members. Viserys, his smirk wiped right off his face, started forward, looking anxious.

"Where's he going?" he inquired quickly.

"The ceremony is over," stated the magister.

"But he didn't say anything! Did he like her?"

"Trust me, my grace; if he didn't like her, we would know," said the magister. Viserys squinted his eyes into the sun, regaining some of his old demeanor.

We started our walk around the mansion, conversing the wedding plans.

"When will they be married?" persisted Viserys of the magister.

"Soon. The Dothraki never stay still for long."

"Is it true they lie with their horses?" continued Viserys as they walked in front of Daenerys and myself.

"I wouldn't ask Khal Drogo."

"Do you take me for a fool?"

"I take you for a king. Kings lack precaution of common men. My apologies if I've given offense."

"I know how to play a man like Drogo," said Viserys snidely. "I give him a queen, and he gives me an army."

"I don't want to be his queen." We all looked at Dany, looking slightly frightened but determined as she looked her brother. He and the magister turned in unison. Dany swallowed. "I want to go home."

"So do I," said Viserys with the merest trace of a humorless smile. "I want us both to go home. But they took it from us. So tell me sweet sister, how do we go home?"

Daenerys looked helpless as she looked up into her brother's face. "I don't know."

"We go home with an army. With Khal Drogo's army." He began to stroke her face lovingly as he stared into his little sister's eyes. "I would let his whole tribe fuck you, all forty-thousand men and their horses too if that's what it took."

He then leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on her forehead. He glanced towards me.

"Come, Teisha."

I didn't refuse, but this was for a reason. We walked quickly back into the manor, unfollowed by either Dany or the magister. I turned to Viserys with a look of fiery contempt on my face.

"How could you do this?"

He registered me cooly. "I will answer that only to humor you, Teisha; I do not allow a common woman to question me. I do it for one reason and one reason only; everything was taken from us. Everything. No home, no family, nothing. I am willing to do what it takes gain it back. You would not understand."

"But I would," I hissed through my teeth. "You know that perfectly. I have lost everything at the age of five! Do not tell me I do not understand!"

"And the only difference is that I am a man and you, a woman, meaning that I am prepared to do what I need to do to take back what is rightfully."

"How dare you!" I ushered. I looked at him in disgust. "You have not even summoned me in accounts of your baby sister, have you? This is all about your fixation—obsession with me."

At this he actually laughed. "Obsession? I call it practicality. When a man seizes an army to take back his throne and crown, what does that man need to gain absolute power? To ensure that the line of Targaryen does not falter ever throughout the centuries?"

I glanced towards the window, my eyebrows contracting. "An heir."

"And how does one claim an heir?" he inquired, placing two fingers delicately under my chin and lifting my head so I looked into his piercing amethystine gaze that withheld a blazing fire inside, dancing around the flecks of silver.

"A queen."

He nodded. "A queen. No rightful heir with come from any offspring of the Dothraki. Step by step, my love."

I jerked my head out of his grasp, staring up at him with fierce eyes. "And, after five years, what makes you think my mind has given any second thought to your offer?"

He smiled, stroking the side of my face as he recently did with his own sister with a small, twisted smile.

"Because I can offer you the thing that no other man can," he said leisurely, drawing me close and kissing the top of my head. He looked down at me, fixating his gaze on the callous look I seized him with.

"And what is that?"

He smirked, brushing aside a few of my dark stray hairs, with a look that suggested he was satisfied with his catch of the day.

"Belonging."