Chapter 1
The dinner table was eerily quiet as they ate, the only noise being the light scrape of utensils over plates. Nameara glanced at her twin, Daenerys. They had similar features, enough to look related though one might guess more along the lines of cousins than twins. Daenerys had sharper features like their older brother, Viserys. She had a diamond shaped face with high cheekbones and a thin nose with leaner lips. Her eyes were a deep amethyst that Targaryens were renowned for. Daenerys had porcelain skin with creamy hair and matching brows. Her eyes were framed by milk lashes that emboldened the violet of her eyes.
Nameara was just as lovely as her sister. She was shorter with a heart shaped face. Her frame was curvier than her twin's and her skin was a paler white with pink undertones in central places on her body such as her hands, feet, cheeks, breasts, and genitals. Her hair was pure white while her eyes were a pale lilac. She had a button nose, pouty rosebud lips, and large eyes that made her look innocent. Those same eyes flickered between her siblings as she awaited their argument to commence.
Nameara was a more level headed Targaryen than her siblings, the one who diffused tension between them when it got to be too much. In other words, she stepped in to protect Daenerys often and took the beatings from Viserys in silence in the hopes that he would leave her slightly younger sister alone. Daenerys was the one who had been gifted with the gift of speech, she could weave any will to her own with a few sweet words. Nameara was gifted with her cleverness and her compassion, she had a stronger will than Daenerys. When her twin's sweet words failed Viserys's oversized ego, she stepped in to accept his blows uncomplainingly.
Viserys seem to finally catch on to their staring and smiled sickeningly at them, resting his hands on his lap as he tossed his napkin onto his empty plate. "I have big news for you, lovely sisters." Daenerys paused in pushing her food around nervously, eyes flicking to her twin for strength. Viserys continued on unperturbed. "Tomorrow, we meet with Khal Drogo and Khal Drommo. We shall see if I can gain an army from them." Daenerys sagged in obvious relief, thinking it wouldn't concern her. Nameara knew her brother better. "What will they expect in return?" Her tone was suspicous though her voice was soft. Daenerys sat up straight, having appeared to catch onto the meaning of her sister's words.
"Wives. Respectively, Daenerys to Drogo and you to Drommo. Fitting I believe that the two dragonesses wed the Khal brothers." Nameara remembered Illyrio teaching her about these two Khals. They were brothers, Khal Drogo being two years older than Drommo. They led their own khalasars side by side, ruling together to lead both peoples. It was quite a unique and forward organization for the Dothraki. They were not keen on sharing anything.
Dany's face had grown nearly as pale as Nameara's as she realized she would be practically sold to a warlord. Dany opened her mouth as if to speak, Nameara interrupting before she could 'wake the Dragon.' "Dear sister, we have an important day ahead of us tomorrow. We should get to our chambers early so we look our best for the Khals. With your permission, my Lord?" It was exactly the right thing to say, she had become clever after her years of tiptoeing around her volatile brother. He nodded acceptingly to her words, Nameara hauling Dany away by her arm.
"Would you have him beat me again for your misgivings?" Dany glanced at her guiltily, having the sensibility to blush in shame. "I am sorry Nama. But I do not want to marry this…this..horseman!" Dany knew little in comparison to her twin. While Nameara had been learning as much as possible as an adolescent-languages, cultures, history, lore, skills and the like, Dany had been roaming around like a child and knew little of the Dothraki. Her insult was weak and Nameara raised a brow in amusement. "Horseman?"
Dany waved her off. "Oh, you know what I meant. It isn't fair, I don't wish to marry. I don't even speak Dothraki!" "That is a bit of your own fault, sister. I offered many times to teach you something-anything." She glanced at Dany with lavender eyes that held gentle reprimand and empathy. "I just want to go home." Dany replied quietly, forlorn evident in her tone. As they reached Dany's bed chambers, Nameara turned to her. "I understand, sister. Truly, I do. But we cannot. The Usurper has a price on both our heads and would love to see them bake in the sun on his city gates. We have no armies, no supporters, no money of our own, and no ships. We cannot simply go home because we wish it. That is why Viserys plans to give us to the Khals. Though I fear it may not work the way he wishes. The Dothraki do not simply trade women as their queens. We will be viewed as gifts to be repaid when they feel like returning his favors. Judging by our dear brother's qualities, it won't happen anytime soon. You will have more freedom than you ever had here." With that, she hugged her sister, leaving Dany with a stunned look on her face.
Nameara returned to her chambers, waving off her handmaidens with a kind smile for the night. As she sank into the bed, having gotten ready for slumber, she tried to imagine what her Khal would be like. Would he like her? Would it be a love filled marriage or only an arrangement? She knew it was no use as he hadn't even seen nor approved of her yet. Pushing aside the thoughts, she drifted asleep with only one hope on her mind. I pray that he is kind.