The Kevlar Throne
Disclaimer: I own nothing, Jon Snow
Chapter Two
Daenerys Targaryen stood, rooted to the spot by terror. A Dothraki horde had ridden to the gates of Pentos, and the leader, Khal Drogo, was to be her husband. They rode in atop hulking Motorbikes, which steamed slightly in the light drizzle. The man walked towards her, his biking leathers soaked by the rain.
Two of the Dothraki were fighting over a woman. Their shotguns remained sheathed; to fire a gun at a wedding was instant death; the Bloodriders of the Khal would have you dead before the shot reached its target. Their butterfly knives flickered, as they darted back and forth, each slice a killing blow, if it were to land, but even in their leathers, the Dothraki were agile. The party had quietened, as the Dothraki strained to see who would emerge victorious. Eventually, one of the men slipped up, dodging a second too late. With a butterfly knife buried deep in his chest, he toppled forwards.
The moment broken, the party was joined once more.
The Dothraki moved fast, across the Mountains. Daenerys bore witness to this, as she rode her own bike. A small bike, not like the brutes riden by the Dothraki. She had seen the horde fall upon many trading caravans, and knew now why Viserys wanted them as an ally. The brutality of their attack terrified her. Guns blazing, and knives flashing, they killed every one of the "Lamb Men" that defended the Caravan. That night, Daenerys realised she was pregnant. The set off towards Vaes Dothrak post haste.
Upon reaching the Dothraki City, nestled deep within the Mountains they called home, Daenerys was surprised to find that the Bikes were left out of the city, and the Dothraki continued on foot.
"It is disrespectful to take them into the City. The Crones dislike technology." Doreah told Daenerys, when she asked. "And no weapons either" she continued.
The Dothraki traditions demanded Daenerys eat a Horse's Heart, and the crones would use that to distern what her child's fate would be. She felt sick just doing it, but were she to not, it would mean death, and the horde would break up, fleeing the misfortune. As she tore pieces off, she reflected that it wasn't so much the taste of the heart, as the texture. As she struggled to keep the bite down, she dimly saw her brother stalking out of the room. She swallowed, and took another bite.
"And your child shall be the Stallion that shall mount the world" the crones proclaimed, swaying slightly. It was at this point that Viserys burst into the chamber, brandishing Ser Jorah's pistol.
"You think that her child will be King? I will be the King! You have woken the Dragon, and shall pay! First her, then all of you. For I am the only one with a weapon. You can't touch me, and I can kill you!" Viserys laughed, and pointed the gun at Daenerys. He pulled the trigger, and nothing happened. Drogo walked over to him, and forced him to his knees.
"You want to be King?" Drogo asked, in broken Westerosi
"You promised me a Crown" Viserys replied
"Very well. I shall give you a crown of gold" Drogo told Viserys, dropping his belt into a furnace.
"That's… That's all I wanted…" Viserys said, uncertainty creeping into his voice.
Drogo turned like lightening, and tipped molten gold over Viserys's head.
Viserys screamed, for a moment, and then toppled, the gold clanging noisily as it hit the ground.
As she looked at the still steaming corpse of her brother, Daenerys spoke quietly "He was not truly the dragon. A true dragon cannot be killed by fire"
AN: So it's a short chapter. Sue me. Also, I changed the Dothraki Landscape around. Plains didn't really fit. Sped it up as well. Not enough stuff happens that isn't smutty.