Dear Lord Eddard Stark,
You might have heard of my brother, sister and I already through the Usurper. I know you fought against my older brother in the rebellion. I know my brother disrespected your sister and your house. I am sorry on my brother's behalf. But now I will take back my family's home. I will sit on the Iron Throne. I intend to gather men to fight for me and for my sister.
King Robert has already sent assassins after me and my family. I have already killed more than a few men who were sent after us throughout Essos. I am writing to Lord Varys too, for more current information on the political situation in Westeros for I have not set foot in King's Landing since we were exiled 18 years ago.
I am not writing to ascertain whether or not you'd be willing to support my bid for the throne. I need to give my family more time to grow, my dragons time to grow and time to find men to fight for us but the time will come. You will have to choose.
Prince Jaehaerys Targaryen
Harry wrapped up the letter, tied it and placed his hand over it, spelling it like the others. With just a little bit of magic sunk into the paper, it would be blank to anyone else except the intended reader. Other letters sat around his desk, one to Lord Varys, one to Lord Monterys Velaryon, one to Prince Doran Martell, one to Lord Mace Tyrell. The one to Mace Tyrell was charmed to allow Lady Olenna Tyrell to read it too, for Harry remembered his father calling her the 'Queen of Thorns'.
Lady Olenna was likely the more politically minded one of the Tyrell family and mayhaps more willing to listen to him. The Reach was also a location that Harry needed to take before taking the throne. The Reach could muster an army of perhaps 100,000 men, greater than the Lannisters. And… The Reach had the Redwyne fleet, which was bigger than the Royal Fleet. It could very well ferry him, his sister, the Unsullied and the Dothraki to Westeros, assuming Harry could get Drogo to fight for him.
That had been the original pact that Viserys and Illyrio had made with the Khal. A Khalessi for an army, for 40,000 Dothraki screamers.
"You think there are two babes in here," Drogo spoke quietly, as he stroked Harry's stomach reverently.
Harry smiled, nodded. "Yes. Here."
He grasped Drogo's hand and placed it at the bottom of his belly. "I felt them move this morning and my magic… I can sense two lives in there."
"You are beautiful, my husband, my khaleesi," Drogo murmured. "How many people have tried to kill your family before you met me?"
Harry sighed, peering down to where Balerion, Eliana and Rhaegal were lying on the hot rock next to their tent. He could see Daenerys sitting with them through the tent wall, stroking Rhaegal's head. The sun was setting on the horizon, causing everything to glow with the sun. "Five."
Drogo's eyes widened, his hand going to the arakh on his belt. "Five? All from this… Usurper?"
"Yes," Harry replied, shrugging a little. "My dagger? That… was from the last one."
Drogo stared at him.
"One… threatened to rape my sister when he was done," Harry continued.
"Tell me of the Targaryens," Drogo said, pulling Harry into a heated kiss after he spoke. "I… would like to know your family."
Harry smiled, a little wistful, glancing down to his stomach and told Drogo of Aegon the Conquerer and his two sister wives, Visenya and Rhaenys. And of their three dragons, Balerion, Vhagar and Meraxes.
"Dany, how would you feel about going to Astapor and buying all of the Unsullied?"
Dany looked up as Harry approached her, Balerion and Rhaegal at his heels while Eliana was lying at her feet. Ser Jorah was standing at the tent door, her dutiful bear guarding her.
"Harry?"
"You would go with guards," Harry offered, walking over to sit down beside her. "And Eliana would go with you."
"How do you intend to get the money? Ser Jorah said that the Unsullied are very expensive," Dany spoke. "We do not have any money to begin with anyway."
"Sell a dragon?"
Dany frowned at Harry's bemused tone.
"I am joking," Harry retorted. "I know a… spell that would multiply any money that we have. Don't tell anyone about it though. I do not want to… inflate the prices of products in Essos anymore than I have to."
"All of the Unsullied?"
"Yes. I don't know how many they have now, for sale, but yes. Westeros… is a big country and I don't know how many houses for sure will fight for us."
Dany nodded, glancing down at Eliana. The cream colored she-dragon was peering up at her, the creature's wings beating up and down idly. Dany laughed as Eliana arched into Dany's hand, nuzzling into her. "The dragons will fly soon."
Harry raised an eyebrow but nodded. "They will. They could probably even fly now, if they wanted to. They're definitely big enough to."
Dany looked over at Ser Jorah then back at Harry. "What about Viserys? Are you going to do something with him?"
"Tomorrow," Harry finally said after a few minutes of silence that was only broken by noises from the dragons and loud whinnies from the horses around them. "I will decide tomorrow."
"Good. I will go to Astapor in two days."
"I will ask my bloodriders to go with you and you will have Ser Jorah too," Harry said, standing up carefully and groaning at the added weight of the babies within. "I can't wait for my children to birth."
Dany looked up at him, glanced to his stomach. "How… does that…"
"Work?"
Dany nodded.
"My babes will let me know, as with women," Harry explained. "Then I will have to get someone to cut them out, hopefully either a midwife or Drogo himself. It's to be their six month in me as of next week."
Harry glanced down at his continuously growing belly, rubbing a hand over it as he walked through the aisles of the Western Market of Vaes Dothrak. He would rather be walking around in the as he was thinking of what to do with Viserys, rather than sitting in his tent. It was better that way, his mind thought faster and in different ways on the move.
Daenerys was walking on his left, looking with wide eyes at the various things that the vendors were selling. Jhogo, Rhakaro and Aggo were walking behind him, bloodriders chosen by Drogo to look after them. Balerion, Eliana and Rhaegal were walking in front of them, hissing when someone walked too close to them.
"Is this how it is in King's Landing?" Daenerys asked faintly, looking over at one vendor to their right. The vendor in question yelled over to them, gesturing to his booth of wares.
"If I recall correctly, it's much busier on market day in King's Landing," Harry spoke, shrugging, startling a little as the baby inside him kicked out. He grinned and thought about what he remembered of King's Landing. It wasn't much but he did remember pale stone buildings and some of the Red Keep, where his family had lived and dined and held court for many years. "It's very… stinky in the city."
Daenerys giggled under her breath and Eliana turned her body around, peering up at Dany. Smoke trailed out through the dragon's nostrils and Daenerys stroked the dragon's head, smiling softly down at the creature.
"Come see my wares, khalessi of the greatest khal! My jewels are the greatest in Essos!"
Harry ignored him and was about to walk off when Daenerys stopped, her eyes wistful and dull with grief. "What?"
"Some of those necklaces remind me of Mother's crown. Viserys sold it, didn't he?"
Harry sighed, remembering the day several years ago when Viserys had come back to their borrowed home with a bagful of coins. He turned to look at the vendor, peering over at the wares on the booth.
"You're beauties." The man stared at them, eager and hopeful for a sale. "None of these are worth it for a man and woman of Old Valyria. Come into my hut. I have something."
Harry and Daenerys exchanged apprehensive looks.
"Come. Come. I have something that might be worth your dragons."
"And what would that be?"
Harry took a step towards the vendor's hut, seeing the three dragons wait in the street with their bloodriders. He had his magic, if this proved to be an attempt on their lives, and followed his sister in. Before he took a step into the hut, he heard some rustling behind it and he thought nothing of it as he and Dany followed the vendor in, seeing more jewelry in the hut that was roughly the size of a small room at an inn. And just as he was about to relax and look around, flames sprang to life all around them and the hut door closed with a bang.
The flames licked the wooden crates in the hut and Harry tugged Daenerys in close, as they watched the vendor burn up, screaming as he died. The scent of burning flesh entered the air, making them both cough with the suddenness of it. The fire snaked its way around the hut, circling them, like it was making its way to the center, to its target, to them.
Harry's heart beat quickly, speeding up as the fire came closer and closer. Dany's eyes were wide but not… She wasn't fearful and nor was he…
Drogo's eyes widened as he heard faint, inhuman screams. They were definitely not screams from a horse, not a dog screaming, not a cat. His heart started to beat quickly as he realized that it was his husband's dragons screaming and he ran out of his tent, looking back and forth throughout his khalasar. His own bloodriders ran to him, their eyes wide.
Ser Jorah ran over to him too, his hand on his sword. Drogo watched as Jorah pointed towards the Western Market and started off towards the market, seeing the plume of smoke rise up from the corner of the market square. Everyone around them joined him in running for the market, everyone from his khalasar to the other khals and khalasars in Vaes Dothrak now.
"Where is my khalessi?" Drogo shouted, looking to Jorah for the answer. The Westerosi soldier's eyes were wide too, scared.
"They are in the market!"
Drogo ran, placing his hand on his arakh as he pushed aside other men and women in the market. His bloodriders yelled at people to move as the plume of smoke grew bigger and the smell of burning flesh wafted down through the air. Drogo stiffened as he pushed people aside, only stopping at the sight before him.
Two huts had succumbed to flame but only one had dragons in front of it. His husband's dragons were standing in front of one of the huts, stock still, and roaring out in distress. Balerion, the big, black one that reached up to Drogo's knees now, was in front of the other two, a low rumbling growl deep in his throat.
"What happened?" Drogo yelled out, raising his voice to be heard over the flames and people yelling to each other to put out the fire. "Where are Jaehaerys and Daenerys?"
Rakharo, Aggo and Jhogo all pointed at the hut where the dragons were. The flames burned hot, hotter than anything that Drogo had ever felt. Jorah stood next to him, his eyes wide.
Drogo stared. Fire was not something he could fight, not something he could kill. He was about to go grab a pail, seeing that some of the slaves of his khalasar were ferrying pails of water to the huts when he saw something move within the flames. Two people stepped to the doorway, where the door had burned down to a crisp. Two people, hand in hand. Drogo's eyes widened and out of the corner of his eyes saw every Dothraki, including Ser Jorah, drop down to their knees.
Drogo's heart sped up as he kneeled too, watching as both Jaehaerys and Daenerys stepped out of the building, naked and beautiful. The dragons in front of Jorah raised up their heads and let loose jets of different colored fire, three twining plumes of flame.
Behind him, every Dothraki in Vaes Dothrak kneeled, looking upon the god and goddess in front of them. The dragons ran over to stand in between the two Targaryens, roaring out a dangerous song as the hut behind them burned down to dust and left smoking embers.
Harry blinked, glancing at Daenerys to see her reaction to the Dothraki in front of them. Dany was frozen, her eyes wide, as everyone stayed kneeling. Even Drogo kneeled, the heat in his eyes making Harry shiver even though there were still a few flames licking at their heels. The fire was warm, not too hot, and didn't burn.
The squeal of a horse broke the silence and Harry peered beyond the Dothraki, to see a horse galloping away from Vaes Dothrak. Its' rider had short, silver hair.
"I will give Jaehaerys the iron throne! I will kill the men in the iron suits. We will ride across the salt sea and take the Seven Kingdoms for my khaleesi! His children will be my heirs and his heirs!"
Harry's eyes widened as he watched Drogo speak of taking Westeros for him. Dany stood beside him, her eyes wide but calm. They held hands and Harry shivered at the look that Drogo gave him, the one that promised a good fuck before they went to bed. The man who had set the fire was tied to the pole in the middle of the tent, another assassin sent by King Robert Baratheon. Ironic really. The king had meant to kill him but had only spurred him and Dany to retake their home, had spurred Drogo to proclaim that he would help Jaehaerys retake the throne.
AN: If you guys go to my AO3 account[molmcmahon] and to this story, you can find a photo of what I think Jaehaerys would look like.
