Daenerys lay curled up in her bed clutching the blankets over her head. She could hear her step-brother, Victor, and his friends downstairs having a party. She hoped they would leave her alone and forget all about her. She shuddered as her thoughts were brought back to the last party her brother had thrown. She missed her dad more and more as the years went by. He had died eight years ago when she was only eight years old. Her step-mother and baby brother had been in the car as well when a drunk driver had run a red light killing all three. The drunk driver had lived and was serving a prison sentence now. Her step-brother was just barely 18 when it had happened and since she had no family he offered to be her guardian. At first she was happy that she wouldn't be living with strangers, but soon she found that life with her brother wasn't that great.

Daenerys' breath caught in her throat as she heard her door open. She squeezed her eyes shut hoping someone was just looking for the bathroom. She heard the door shut and the familiar steps of her brother coming into the room. He sat on the bed pulling the blankets off her. Reluctantly she let go of them and allowed him to pull the blankets off.

"Daenerys I know you're not asleep," he said, "I've brought you a dress."

Reluctantly she sat up bringing her knees in front of her and clutching them to her front. She rested her chin between the valley of her knees, her violet eyes downcast. Her long hair that was so blonde it was nearly white hung down almost blocking her face. Victor reached out and almost lovingly pushed the hair out of her face, tucking it behind her ears. Daenerys barely managed to stifle a flinch as his fingers touched her.

"Stand up," he ordered.

Daenerys shakily got to her feet, her night gown falling below her knees. Victor held up the dress he was holding. It was a long lilac silk dress with thin straps and a tie in the back. Tentatively Daenerys reached out and touched it at her brothers urging.

"It's beautiful," she said letting her hand fall to her side.

"Yes it will bring out your eyes. Come on let's get you out of this nightgown," Victor said as he bent down to grab the hem and pull it up and off her.

Daenerys held her tears at bay. She was not a stranger to Victor eyeing her nude body and was thankful he hadn't forced himself on her. Victor had often laughed when he told her that he would force her to marry him once she was 18. Unfortunately for Victor when his mother had married her father she had not had much in the way of wealth. Her father however was worth millions and also owned an investment holdings firm. When the accident had occurred killing her father, Victor's mother, and their little brother everything save for a small sum had gone to Daenerys. Victor had blown through his $25,000 within three months. The real reason he had decided to be Daenerys guardian was because he would receive a $1500 monthly stipend plus all household expenses were paid by the accountant. Unbeknownst to Daenerys there was a clause in her father's will that stated she would not receive any money until she was 25 unless she were to marry before then.

Daenerys stood nearly nude in front of her step-brother. Victor raked his eyes over her bare breasts. Daenerys looked away when Victor brought his hungry gaze back to her face. Victor reached out and gently grazed his fingers over one soft breast. A few tears trailed slowly down her cheeks. She hated when he did this to her.

"You really are growing into a beautiful woman. Take a shower and make yourself presentable then come downstairs. Oh and no bra" Victor ordered as he turned and walked out the door.

Daenerys burst out crying as soon as he was gone. Every time he stared at her nude body she thought it would be the time he would rape her. She hated living in fear of him, but had known no other life for eight years. Daenerys slipped into the bathroom that adjoined her bedroom, locking the door behind her. She took her time showering, drying her hair, then applying some light makeup. Opening the bathroom door a crack she looked into her room and saw it was still empty. Quickly she donned the dress and a pair of underwear. She rummaged in her closet until she found a pair of flat white sandals that went well with the dress. She stood in front of the mirror and appraised herself. The dress did bring out her rare violet eyes. Quickly she did a couple of braids that looked like a crown and met on the back of her head then cascaded down into her hair. She had been born with the white fuzz hair and everyone had assumed it would darken with time, but it never did.

Victor smiled up at Daenerys as she made her way down the stairs slowly. He reached his hand out to her as she neared the bottom of the steps. Hesitantly she took it flashing a fake smile at him. She could hear his friends whispering and murmuring, probably about the last time she was forced to attend one of his parties. Victor pulled her close linking his arm in hers. He turned towards her whispering in her ear, "You're to meet someone very important. Don't embarrass me!" Daenerys shook her head in understanding not wanting to anger her brother. Victor led her into the family room guiding her to the small loveseat. Across from the loveseat was the larger couch with three men sitting together.

"This is my sister Daenerys," Victor said.

No introductions were made to Daenerys, however. The three men looked Daenerys over like she was piece of meat for sale on the butcher block. They then turned from Victor and Daenerys and began talking to each other in a language neither understood. Daenerys looked at Victor with a questioning gaze, but he kept his eyes on the three men in front of them. Daenerys studied the three men. They all had dark skin and dark hair. The middle one's hair was very long and braided and also had a neatly trimmed bear. The other two also possessed long braided hair, but not nearly as long as the middle ones. The one in the middle seemed to be in charge. He was large towering over the other two by at least a foot. His dark eyes swept over her locking onto her own violet eyes. Daenerys looked away after several long moments of his intense gaze.

"All will be ready in three days," the large man in the middle said in a deep bellowing voice.

"Wonderful we'll be ready. Daenerys you may go back upstairs if you wish," Victor said as he stood and shook the tall man's hand.

Daenerys scurried away back to her room wondering what was going to happen in three days. It didn't take her long to scrub her face and put her nightgown back on. She tried to fall asleep, but her thoughts were filled with the mysterious man and the ominous three days. She tossed and turned most of the night until finally falling into a restless sleep.

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Three days later…

Daenerys couldn't help but cry on the morning of her wedding. She was to marry Drogo Dothraki in just a few hours. She'd begged and pleaded with Victor not to force her into marrying the giant man she didn't know. He'd only laughed at her and told her she would do what he said or suffer his wrath. Daenerys cringed at his words then followed him to the car. She felt she had no other choice in the matter. There had been many times in the past eight years that she had suffered his wrath and did all that she could to keep it from happening.

Soon Victor pulled up in front of a large dwelling. Daenerys stared out the window in awe as they pulled up to the gate of the mansion. Victor spoke into the speaker box, the gate opened soon after. Once they pulled up to the circle drive several women came and opened Daenerys' door then led her into the mansion and away from Victor. Daenerys silently followed the three women as they chattered away in a foreign language. Daenerys knew they were talking about her because every so often one would turn and look at her or gesture towards her. Daenerys kept her eyes downcast as she followed them down the halls and into a large ornately decorated room. The room had a large bed centered on one wall. Across from the bed there was door that led to the in suite bathroom. The women led her to the bathroom and started the bath.

"We're to help you get ready for the wedding," a striking girl with dark hair said as she poured some scented oils into the water.

"How did you meet the Khal?" another girl asked.

"I didn't… I mean just three days ago," Daenerys answered uneasily.

"Why would he marry you? I mean you are not native and he is the Khal," the last girl said.

"I don't know… what is Khal?" Daenerys asked her interest peaked.

"Drogo is our Khal our leader. It's part of our culture, some would call us a gang, but we are more than that. Once you are married you will be the Khaleesi," the first girl explained.

The girls finished helping her get ready then led her down to the gardens. The wedding would take place out in the gardens. Victor stepped into the room where the four girls waited. Daenerys tensed as her brother sidled up next to her. The three women exchanged wary glances when he ordered them to leave him alone with Daenerys.

"He's my brother," Daenerys explained.

"Yes so leave so I may speak to my sister," Victor said coldly smiling happily when the three women scurried out of the room.

Daenerys sat down on the small couch adorning one wall. Victor sat impossibly close to her resting his hand on her leg. Daenerys turned her gaze from his and tried to move her leg away from his hand. Victor chuckled dryly at her attempt, tightening his grip on her knee. He then reached up with his free hand and pulled her face towards his so that she was forced to look into his eyes.

"This marriage stands to make me a lot of money Daenerys," Victor stated. "You will do all that you must to make him happy. Do you understand?"

"Yes, but why do I have to marry him. Isn't there another way?" Daenerys pleaded.

"You will marry him and bare his children and I will be paid handsomely," Victor said then stood.

"Please…" she tried to beg one last time, but the look in his eyes stopped her from saying more.