Natalia was yanked forward from her bed. She thought at first it was only a nightmare, but no a strong pale arm was gripping hers. Daenerys stood standing in front of her. She wouldn't remove her iron grip from Natalia's small arm. "Khaleesi—" she began but Daenerys cut her off sharply.

"Do not speak you little whore. I know exactly why you are here. My son." She all but practically spat into Natalia's face.

Natalia shook her head confused at what she meant. "Get up!" Daenerys shouted. She ripped the furs from me and forced me to my feet. I winced at the Khaleesi's strong hold on my arm. She pulled me out of the hut, her fingernails digging into the flesh of my arm.

"Where are we going?" I asked her.

She laughed. "Exactly where you want."

We stopped outside a hut that I did not know. It was too late in the night to see. She looked me deep in the eyes, her stare menacing. "You will go into my son's hut. And you will offer yourself to him. You can be his whore until he grows tired of you and then I can enslave you."

I was so stunned at her words. This was not the great Khaleesi I had heard so many stories about, the young girl that many men talked about and had once been the mother of dragons. Those dragons had been killed during one of the many wars that occurred for the fight over the Iron Throne. "B-But Khaleesi, I-I don't understand."

She laughed. "Understand this girl. You will be nothing but a whore. I don't care what House you come from. Men have used us senselessly since the beginning of time."

I was so shocked at what I heard the Khaleesi tell me. She didn't seem like the strong woman I looked up to right now. "Khaleesi? Why would you say such things? You are more than any man. You are a true born leader. I've looked up to you my entire life. The stories I would hear the men tell about you—"she put her hand up though.

"Stop right there child." She paced back and forth awhile before looking at me. "I am Drogo's whore. I am labeled as his wife, but don't think for a second he thinks I matter. I am his bed whore and that's where it ends. I've tried to get him to cross the seas multiple times over the years and I have failed. It doesn't matter how good you fuck a man, you may not always sway him. But listen, my son needs an obedient wife if he is to thrive here. You child are not very obedient."

I shook my head. "I am obedient Khaleesi. I've done everything you have asked."

She laughed. "You ran away from your home and came here? That tells me you can't even do what your own parents ask of you. Tell me did they make you marry a man?"

Natalia's face grew warm. "No, but I was to be married."

Daenerys stepped closer to Natalia and took her face rougher in her hands. "Listen girl, you will have to give it up eventually so why not my son. He needs to be with a whore. I can tell these things. So behave yourself and get in there before I have you killed."

Natalia couldn't believe Khaleesi would be so unreasonable, but Natalia had to obey her. She valued her life that much. "As you wish Khaleesi."

Natalia entered the hut.

Rhaego was fast asleep when he felt the bed move. His natural reflexes awoke him and he grabbed the intruder pinning the person to the bed, his knife clutched tightly in his right arm and the blade touching the base of the intruder's throat. Natalia shrieked and Rhaego instantly let go. He tossed his knife to the side. "Natalia, you scared me. Are you alright?"

She nodded. "Well I wasn't expecting that from you."

He sighed and sat down next to her. "I apologize. It's a warrior's natural reflex. Why are you here?"

For some reason Natalia looked uncomfortable to Rhaego. He couldn't figure out why though, but then he remembered he almost cut her throat. He was about to drop his question and forget the whole matter when she stood.

Rhaego watched as she did what he least expected. Natalia's white fingers moved to the buttons of the little nightgown she wore. She undid them slowly and looked into my eyes while doing so. "I came to please you." She whispered.

Rhaego was not sure what to do. He had never been with a woman. He was a virgin. His mother and father probably thought he had had a woman, but that simply was not the case. He had to stop Natalia. This is not how he wanted his first time to be. He reached out to stop her from removing her nightgown. "Natalia, please stop."

Natalia's cheeks flushed pink. "Why?"

He sighed. "Not like this."

She shook her head still confused. "Do you not desire me Rhaego?"

He laughed at her silly fear. "Of course I do, but I only just met you today. I wish for you to button yourself back up."

He got up from the bed and moved to offer her a glass of water. "Would you like some water to drink?"

She nodded eagerly. "Now who sent you, I know you didn't come on your own accord?"

She blushed again. "I did come on my own."

I looked her deep into those mix matched eyes as he handed her the water. "Ah of course, my mother must have been behind such a thing."

She looked uncomfortable once again, so Rhaego figured he had guessed correctly. "Um, not exactly."

Of course! His mother was blackmailing the poor girl. He knew it to be true. It seemed something his mother would do, especially how she responded to Natalia when first meeting her. "I apologize. You do not have to do anything. I will walk you back to your hut."

Natalia reached out to grab his arm sharply. "NO!" she cried out.

Rhaego looked down into her beautiful eyes. He reached out to put a hand on her soft cheek. "It will be alright."

She shook her head again. "Your mother, she—" she stammered and Rhaego continued to stroke her soft cheek.

"All is well; I will not let her harm you in any way. Do you understand?" He assured her.

Natalia surprised me by hugging me tightly. "Rhaego?"

"Yes?" He questioned. Rhaego smoothed her hair softly as I often did when my sister was hurt.

"Can I stay here tonight? I promise I will behave myself."

He laughed at her words. "It is odd hearing you say such things, but you are more than welcome to sleep in my bed. I will take the floor."

She shook her head and looked up into my own eyes. "That is not necessary Rhaego." She moved onto the bed and laid back. "We can both fit, don't you see?"

Rhaego did see, however he did not want to make her uncomfortable. Rhaego wished for Natalia to be at ease and to never feel any discomfort. "We can, but I don't know if that would bother you."

"It won't." She promised. She pushed back some of the black colored furs of the bed and slipped under the furs. "I used to stay in my younger brother's bed whenever he had bad dreams."

Rhaego had no arguments against that. He got in next to her. In the morning he would speak to his mother about this for sure. "Natalia, I do apologize for my mother's actions."

Natalia shook her head. "Don't, I fear you will only make her much angrier."

He felt helpless right now. This needed to end. The feud between their parents was absolutely ridiculous in Rhaego's eyes. "What do you propose?"

She looked over to his face. "Pretend that I shared your bed."

He chuckled. "You are sharing my bed."

She laughed herself. "You know what I mean."

Rhaego looked at her in disbelief. "So my mother put you up to this? I think she likes you."

Natalia burst into laughter at that. "If that were the case, we wouldn't be in this situation."

Rhaego chuckled himself. "So why exactly did you come here all the way from the North?"

She bit her lip. Natalia didn't want him to pity her or call her a child for leaving the North because of an arranged marriage she wanted no part in. Her parents wanted to have her marry the current King of the Iron Throne's son. She left just in time.

She didn't look at Rhaego as he reached out to touch her hand ever so lightly. "Natalia, what happened?"

She smiled weakly. "I-I just wanted a change of scenery."

He laughed. He sat up and stared right into her mix matched eyes. "You expect me to believe that? My gods, whoever taught you to lie?"

Natalia glowered and turned away from him so she was lying on her side. "I'm going to bed; I am through with you laughing at me."

Rhaego couldn't help but smile. He knew she wasn't truly hurt by his words. "Alright Princess, go to sleep."

She whipped around to look at Rhaego. Rhaego settled himself back down into the furs and closed his eyes. "You did not just call me a Princess, because I am not one."

He shrugged. "True, but technically you are related to the Starks through your mother. And who sits on the Iron throne?"

She was about to rebuffed his words, but then Rhaego held up his hand to shush her. "Natalia, my dear your uncle John Snow does."


Sorry for taking so long to put up a new chapter. I've been quite busy! Well anyway let me know what you all think in a review. :) Thanks for reading.

~Air~