I am Daenerys Targaryen, daughter of the Mad King Aerys Targaryen and wife to Khal Drogo of the Dothraki. My brother sold me to him in exhange for an army that he hoped would win him Iron Throne of the seven kingdoms. Back when I was Lamb Woman. I have come far from my humble beginings and am no longer a meek mouse that jumps when my brother yells. I am Khaleesi. I am Daenerys Stormborn and I have the blood of dragons running through my veins. My son will be the Stallion that Mounts the world and for him I will reclaim that which is rightfully mine by birth. Those who defy me will either bend the knee or be destroyed. Because after all, isn't it said that If you play the game of thrones, you win or die?
We are still riding...
Still traveling. I am so tired of being on this horse. I don't see why the Dothraki put so much reverence in their horses. They stink, their stubborn and all they are good for is carrying things. And yet the Dothraki practically treat them like gods. But Drogo is my husband, and I will follow him anywhere that will get me closer to home. I will follow him anywhere that will get me the army I need for my ascension. So on my white steed; I stay, plodding this dusty road.
"Daeny!" Visery whines, as he jerks his horse in stride with mine.
"What?" I hiss. The heat and the dust has put me in a foul mood. His eyes narrow.
"Don't you snap at me. Do you want to unleash the dragon?" He growls at me. I turn my head away to roll my eyes. I know he believes he is the heir to the Iron Throne, but the dragon thing is really starting to get tiresome. He throws it before him like armor, flouting it like a child's toy when he wants to get his way. I have suspected that Viserys wouldn't know what to do with an army, even if my husband gave him one. He will never take us home. But he is still my brother, and despite his sometimes cruel and demandingly spoiled ways, I will keep him with me.
For now….