"Do the Dothraki have different... ideas than the rest of the world?" Prince Jaehaerys questioned, sitting down on the couch and began to feed the tiny dragons from the meat scraps at dinner. Daenerys was sitting next to him, stroking the cream dragon's wings. They both looked content. Harry didn't even think that Dany had stopped grinning since he had stopped whatever Viserys and Illyrio had conspired to do. "I am obviously not a girl so..."

Illyrio stared at him, his eyes wide and his skin pale like he was still processing seeing dragons. And Harry figured that that was true. Dragons hadn't been seen in Westeros or Essos for hundreds of years and he knew of his great grandfather's attempts to bring dragons back. That had led to Summerhall being destroyed in a giant fire. Harry sighed, remembering his older brother, and stroked the black dragon's wings and neck, seeing the little creature lean into his hand. The green one sat between Harry and Dany, its paws spread out between them. "We're going to need names for these little ones."

Viserys was sitting across from them, looking at them with hunger in his eyes. "How did you hatch them? And why aren't they sitting with me?"

"Maybe because you're not a true dragon," Dany muttered under her breath.

Harry turned to look at his sister, his lips twitching up into a grin. Viserys spluttered, glaring at Dany before crossing his arms. "Illyrio?"

Illyrio was still struck silent, looking between them. Harry cleared his throat loudly and Illyrio jumped in his seat.

"Prince Jaehaerys, how did you find those eggs? They had been meant for-"

"They're dragon eggs," Viserys interrupted, frowning at Dany. "They better not have been meant for anyone else except for us."

"They were meant as a gift," Illyrio spoke, his eyes still wide. "That you would be able to hatch them was far outside of possibility. You should know, people will come from all over to see a dragon."

"People already shouted at me when I was riding over to the manse," Harry remarked. "Besides, I can handle that. What I do not know and want to know is information about that Dothraki horselord that apparently called dibs on me."

"'Dibs'?" Illyrio repeated curiously.

Harry gestured at himself. "This Khal Drogo pointed at me. What does that mean? And what were you going to get out of this arrangement?"

Illyrio stared at him, eyes widening a little. "I was going to get n-"

"Don't say nothing. I know you made it so that either you or we would get something out of this," Harry said, crossing his legs as the green dragon moved up to sit beside the black one. The two started to chirp back and fourth, occasionally talking with the cream dragon on Dany's lap too. "You're a business man."

Illyrio sighed and glanced at Viserys before looking at Harry. "If you were to retake the throne, I would like to be named Master of Coin."

Harry stared at him, considering. If this man wanted something, he would probably try again to get what he wanted. Illyrio knew that Harry didn't want to retake the throne but Viserys… did. And Viserys was apparently all but ready to use their sister in his bid to retake their kingdom. "I still do not think regaining the throne would be easy. I don't even know if there are lords in Westeros that would consider backing me."

"You?" Viserys repeated.

"Yes, me. Or don't you remember that Mother bestowed the title of heir to me?" Harry asked curiously. "I am the oldest after all."

Viserys sneered at him but otherwise remained silent.

"The Dothraki do have more… fluid terms," Illyrio explained, finally getting back to Prince Jaehaerys' original question. "They are much like the Dornish in that way but they still look down upon bastards. I wonder why Khal Drogo seemed to choose you though, besides the obvious issue of the dragons. The khals tend to want heirs after all."

Harry raised an eyebrow but said nothing, remembering the faint legends in the wizarding world, of powerful wizards. The black dragon curled up further into his lap and for all appearances went to sleep. The green one did too, nestling into him. "Balerion, reborn."

"Balerion? I do think you are right, my lord," Illyrio asked.

"He is the biggest of his siblings already," Harry offered.

"I do believe the Martells would back you," Illyrio added offhandedly.

Harry raised an eyebrow. "Do tell. What makes you believe that?"

"Oberyn Martell arrived in Pentos a few months after your family fled Westeros," Illyrio spoke. "He wanted me to sign a marriage contract with Doran's daughter and you."

Harry narrowed his eyes. "And did you say yes?"

"I did but for Viserys," Illyrio answered.

"Hmm…"

Harry stood up, faintly listening to Viserys' complaints about having his marriage arranged. "Viserys, shut up."

"Did Oberyn say anything about Daenerys?" Harry asked as he started to pace around the room. The black dragon, newly named Balerion, still on the couch, whined and slid down off the couch and toddled over to him. Harry grinned and scooped the dragon up and placed him on his shoulder.

"No."

Harry glanced over to his sister, who stared at him and sighed, in what looked like relief.

"Well, I've a mind to see what the Khal wants," Harry remarked slowly. "Even if the Martells had a woman for me to marry, I would not want the pressure that would be laid on me. What about the Starks?"

"Pardon me, my lord?" Illyrio asked.

"Actually, ignore that question. You're a business man," Harry retorted.

"The green one..." Dany started.

Harry turned to look at her then at the green dragon still on the couch.

"Rhaegal," Dany offered. "For our brother."

"Yes, that sounds good. The cream one?" Harry said. "Have an idea about a name for that one?"

"Not yet. I will think on it."

Harry didn't get much sleep that night, pacing the hallways and pondering the future. The stars were out and he occasionally stopped in on the balconies to look up at the night sky. He remembered looking out at the moon from the Red Keep in King's Landing, watching the sun rise with his mother or older brother. Rhaegar had been a quiet but protective brother, one that Harry had loved so much. Maybe he had even loved him more than he had loved Ron as a brother. His death had come as a big blow to him, losing that sturdy presence in his life.

The elder wand sparked at his thoughts and he sighed. Did he really want to rethink retaking the throne? The dragons, two of which were asleep with Dany, certainly meant that people would know of them. Balerion was curled up around his neck, keeping him warm. Little puffs of smoke occasionally came out of the tiny dragon's mouth. Word would spread quickly throughout Essos and would move to Westeros easily enough. Besides, the Usurper in Westeros would be scared of them, though it wasn't like the man hadn't sent assassins after them before. He summoned the dagger that he had plucked from the last assassin and waited for it to land in his open palm.

It took a minute but it floated into his hand and he stared at it in consideration. It was obviously valyrian steel, expensive and well made. He weighed it in his palm then tucked it into his cloak. He started to hum quietly, remembering Rhaegar's songs from when his brother was still alive. They were such beautiful pieces of music and he could distinctly remember Rhaegar singing him one to lull him back asleep after a nightmare.

Perhaps it was time... Time to retake the throne after all. He would need news from Westeros, maybe in a more reliable manner than just asking Illyrio. And see what he would make of this Dothraki horselord at the same time.