AN: This story is based on characters from the TV series Game of Thrones but will only include certain characters. The story is set in modern day and will contain situations of violence and sex.
Hopelessly Devoted
Chapter One
The sounds of rushes feet and hurried whispers awoke eight-year-old twins Danenerys and Viserys from their slumber. The blonde haired siblings jumped from their beds and gasped as the door was pushed opened and Jorah Mormont, their father's most trusted friend, entered the room, the glistening gun in his hand a sign that something was happening.
"Hurry," he hissed to them and threw a duffle bag to each twin, Viserys glaring at the older man.
"What is happening?" he demanded and though he was only eight years old, many who knew the young boy knew to respect him.
"We are under attack and your parents are dead. We must leave now!" Dany, as many called her, gasped and placed a hand over her mouth in shock. "Now, young Miss," Jorah urged, "we must leave now." Viserys, knowing his sister would not move, grabbed her wrist and pulled her along with him as the twins followed the older man down a corridor, the sounds of shouts, cries and gunshots calling from behind them.
After three days of jumping from trains to buses and even a short trip in a horse drawn cart, the three travellers finally arrived at a house that the twins remembered visiting often when they were younger. "This is your home now," the older man said, opening the door and allowing the maids and housekeepers to help them, "We will get your empire back," he stated, watching them ascend the staircase with the help.
Thirteen years later and the name of Targaryen were associated with myth and legend and nothing more. Those who had taken over the Targaryen Empire were stronger and fiercer and had a lot more followers. Poor Danenerys and Viserys had grown up without their parents and with only Jorah and the house help being the only ones who knew of their survival. While Dany grew each day in beauty and brains, Viserys gained his own type of addition – the young man was constantly high of drugs and would get into fistfights with anyone who tried to stop him doing so. A swift smack from Jorah and he would retire to his room to sleep it off. Dany was happy that the old man had stayed with them. His help had been greatly appreciated by her and though her brother would never admit it, she knew he thanked Jorah also.
One day in Autumn, after Viserys had spent a long night at a local club getting high and having sex with faceless women, he came to Jorah with an idea. "There was this biker guy at the club last night," he said through red eyes, "from a gang called the Dothraki. Have you heard of them?"
"Yes," Jorah replied as he cleaned his gun. The old man was getting that – old and while he had sworn to protect the lives of his closest friend, the years weren't doing him so well, "They have customs that many of us wouldn't dream of."
"Yes well, this guy last night was absolutely huge. Massive, really," Viserys explained as Dany walked into the room and sat next to Jorah, "I think, with a little persuasiveness, him and his lot could help us get our Empire back."
Jorah sighed and placed his gun down. "Viserys, the man you saw, that was Drogo, the leader of the gang. He does nothing for anyone unless he gets something in return and unless you have more money than I know about, or a new bike for each of his members, he won't even listen to you."
Viserys scoffed and kicked at the coffee table where Jorah's gun still lay. Dany's eyes flicked to her brother, his grin one of ideas and treachery, "Then, my dear Jorah," Viserys said, his eyes passing to his sister who sit silently beside their protector, "We will just have to offer him something else."
Dany stands in her large shower, the water running down her face and body and through her hair. Her tears mixed with the water that fell from the showerhead above her.
An hour later she emerged from her bedroom, a white and red sundress clinging to her slightly small frame and red sandals on her small feet. Her hair, long and blonde from years of letting it grow was tied back behind her head, a soft braid falling to her waist. She could hear chatter downstairs and assumed that Viserys and Jorah had started their discussion once again. Dany had stormed off, upset and crying that her brother had offered such an absurd idea. Jorah hadn't said anything but Dany had taken his silence as his acceptance of the idea.
"Did you call him then?" Viserys asked and Dany looked over the banister of the staircase down at her brother and protector, "Drogo I mean?"
"Yes," Jorah replied, and Dany thought she heard a hint of annoyance in his voice, "He will be here soon." Dany made her way quietly down the corridor and down a second staircase to the backyard and garden. The garden was large, filled with trees and shrubs and all different types of flowers. Dany had loved this garden for her entire time at the house; it was her tranquil place, where she felt calm and alone. Finding her most favourite place, a wooden bench beneath a large willow tree, Dany sat and placed her hands in her lap, her thoughts on their impending visitor.
From what she had heard of Drogo, or Khal Drogo as he made most call him, the man was as big as an ox, had various tattoos and scars adorning his body and dreadlocks as dark as moonlight, hitting his middle back. She wondered if he was as cruel as she hard heard. Many minutes later, Dany heard the rumble of what sounded like thunder coming from a distance. "Dany!" came a voice and the young woman looked up to see her brother appear on the balcony above her, "Dany come on, they're here."
Dany watched her brother run back inside like an excited school child and sighed heavily. Though she willed herself to stay on that bench, under the willow tree where she felt safe, the blonde haired woman stood and re-entered the house. Standing behind Jorah, Dany watched as the double doors opened and several smaller men entered before Khal Drogo, leader of the Dothraki bike gang, entered her home.
Drogo was indeed a large man, bigger than she ever imagined. He wore darkened jeans and a black T-shirt that seemed to hug each and every muscle in his body just right. Drogo wore various pendants and necklaces of gold and silver round his neck and the dark tattoos that lined his arms were like cuts in a tree. "Jorah," the large man called, coming forward and taking Jorah's hand. Viserys stood to one side, watching the two men while Dany continued to cower behind Jorah. "It has been a long time, dear friend."
"What the fuck is this?" Viserys asked, stepping forward, "You know him, Jorah?"
"I do," Jorah replied, taking his friend in a brotherly hug, "for many years now, actually."
Drogo released his friend and turned to Viserys. "So you are the young…boy who wishes for my help."
"I am not a boy, Drogo," Viserys replied and regretted it a second later when the larger man pulled his gun from a hidden holster under his shirt and placed it below Viserys' chin.
"No one calls me by my given name, boy, save very close friend," he stated, nodding to Jorah, "and the woman I fuck. And since you seem to be neither of them, you will call me Khal, do you understand me…boy!" Viserys shuddered as Drogo spat the words at him and Dany giggled behind Jorah.
"Yes, yes." Drogo released the scared man and watched him moved back. The smirk that graced his face was one of handsomeness and brutality. "Uh, shall we discuss the plan then?"
"One moment. Ser Jorah, you said there was another – a sister, if I'm not mistaken." Dany tensed, her mind shouting and screaming for Jorah not to move. In a simple side step, Jorah removed himself from in front of her and Dany's eyes stayed on the floor. Dany's eyes itched to rise to look at him, though they stayed down. Drogo eyed the smaller woman, her blonde hair and simple features. He wished to see her eyes, be drawn in and wondered if she looked like her pushy brother. "She is small," Drogo stated, lifting a hand to touch her face. Dany closed her eyes, the single tear escaping from her eye as he lifted her face to look at him. "Open your eyes, girl," he said, and Dany complied, opening her eyes to look at him. Up close she could see his beard and dark eyebrows against his dark, tanned skin. His eyes bore into hers and although Dany had never seen a pair of eyes like Drogo's, she felt a pull like no other.
"Come," he said, offering his hand to her and mentioning towards the lounge, where Jorah and Viserys had set up maps and flyers, "You shall join us." Dany widened her eyes, realising he had just asked her to sit in on their meeting. With small steps, she followed the large man and sat down next to him on a couch that seemed a lot smaller than it was. Her legs brushed against his jean covered ones and he placed her hand from their clasp on his hardened knee. Jorah and Viserys joined them in silence, Jorah sitting by Dany and Viserys across from Drogo. "Now, if I am to understand correctly, you and your sister are the rightful heirs of an Empire taking over by gangsters and you want my gang's help, why?" Though his eyes bore into Visery's, his hand still laid with Dany's over his knee and when he squeezed it gently, Dany jumped a little.
"Well, you have a reputation, you see," Viserys replied, eyes widened at the other man's words, "and not many people will go against you."
"You want me to have my people pack up and move across the country to take back your Empire?" Drogo asked, sterner and angrier than before, "Most have women, some have children. Are you going to pay for our housing, our food, our guns?"
"Well, I.. I suppose we could work out expense cost," Viserys said, eyes flicking to Jorah, "couldn't we?"
Jorah rose and eyebrow and looked to Dany. "What do you think?" he asked her and Drogo met her eyes again. Dany lifted her shoulders a few times, aware that the three men were staring at her with questions and wanting her answer. She felt Drogo squeeze her knee, a gesture she allowed no one else. In her twenty-one years of life, Dany had never kissed a boy, touched a boy or lain with a boy. But Khal Drogo was no boy. He was a man and he stirred things within her belly she never felt possible.
"If we can accommodate you," she started, eyes once again on Drogo's and looking at him with a look she gave no other, "would you help us?"
Drogo smiled.
An hour later Khal Drogo was holding a very large party in the house where the twins had grown up. Jorah had left the twins to attend business and to accommodate the Dothraki by buying new weapons. Dany had escaped upstairs to shower and change as Drogo had said he would like to spend the night with her, talking with her and getting to know her. If they were to go on this journey, she supposed she should be friendly towards him. He was, after all, returning their Empire to them.
Dany descended the stairs in a pair of tight jeans and a red sequined top, her red heels adoring her feet and blonde hair tied up on her head in a bun. Drogo had brought in all his men and their women and had had them set up speakers to play music and various coolers and kegs of beer and most were already half drunk. Drogo stood at the bottom of the stairs with a beer in one hand the other hand resting on the staircase banister. Dany made her way down the stairs and placed her hand affectionately on his shoulder.
He turned his head and smiled warmly towards her, taking her hand and pulling her down the few remaining steps. "Ah, Dany," he said, bringing her close to his chest, "You look beautiful, my darling girl." Dany had to admit that when she had told him of her name, he had looked at her funny and asked for an easier thing to call her and she had smiled and told him to call her Dany. He had smiled, brought his hand up to her face again and told her to find him at the party to that he could introduce her to his men. Though he hadn't kissed her yet, she wished for it and wanted more than nothing to tell him to kiss her.
"This is the girl we travel for?" another member asked, taking a swig of his beer and grinning, "She's awfully skinny."
"Shut your mouth," Drogo snapped, holding Dany closer against him. The member frowned and threw the empty bottle to the ground, grabbing his woman nearby and marching upstairs. Drogo released Dany and finished his drink. "I'm getting another drink, would you like one?" Dany nodded and followed Drogo into the downstairs lounge where Dothraki were lounging around, watching TV and drinking and laughing. Drogo led her to a cooler and bent down to receive two beers. He handed one to her and she took it with a confused look. "You've never had beer before?" Shaking her head no, Dany eyed the bottle in her hand.
"No. Viserys is a fan but unlike him, I am not." Drogo smiled and took the beer from her, placing it back in the cooler.
"You don't have to drink it," he whispered, lifting his hand and touched her cheek, "Come, I have some people to introduce you too." Dany smiled and took his hand again, watching s he opened the beer with one hand and taking a large drink.
The rest of the night was filled with mingling, drinking and secret smiles. Dany wondered how far Drogo would take this, well, whatever this was and though she thought he was attractive and somewhat good, she still couldn't forget that he carried a gun, led a biker gang and had promised to help her brother get their Empire back. Dany excused herself from Drogo and made her way upstairs.
In her bedroom, she sat before her mirror, pulling the pins and ties from her hair, letting the golden wall of hair fall free once more. Taking the brush from the bench, Dany gently began to brush her hair. The music from downstairs died down, signalling the end of the party. Smiling gently, Dany remembers the secret smiles Drogo sent her way throughout the night and the countless times he had defended her when someone spoke up about her family.
The sound of her door opening struck her memory from her and Dany quickly turned to see who had entered. "You left," Drogo said from the doorway, beer bottle in hand and grin on his lips, "They're all sleeping now," he whispered, closing the door behind him. She nodded and turned back to the mirror, resuming brushing her hair and watched him from the mirror. "You, Dany, are a very… interesting woman," he said, making his way over to her and kneeling beside her, his large frame settling beside hers, "…and I wish to make you mine."
Dany eyed him. He thought to own her, like some common whore? Her family wealth, their Empire, though stolen and taken from them would never allow for someone like him to claim her as his own. Her shocked look was obviously noticed by Drogo as he smiled and gently touched her cheek, a gesture she had grown fond of over the last few hours. "No, my darling girl," he whispered, speaking to her with softness in his voice, "I don't wish to claim you, but be with you."
He pulled her face to his; kissing her with passion and love that Dany had never felt before in her whole life. Dany placed her hands on his shoulders and Drogo stood, bringing her with him and urging her to wrap her legs around his waist. "I've wanted to do this all night," he whispered as he kissed down her neck. He led her to the bed and laid her down beneath him. Just meeting him, their entire situation with each other was forgotten about.
End Notes: One chapter down, don't know how many more to go. There will be a slight sex scene (lime) in the next chapter but there will also be more details involved in regards to the plot of the story. Reviews and feedback are most welcome.