Daenerys remained close to her brother as they walked through the winding streets. They had seemingly no direction, no goal besides that of staying in motion. She wished she could help him as he stumbled, his coordination off balance and his thoughts obviously clouded. They had awoken on the steps of the temple, red stone and ornate carvings vignetting her vision when she opened her eyes. The flagged stone was cool against her skin and cast her mind back to a time when she would play in the gardens at the grand white house. The last she remembered they had been at an Inn, kind women braiding her hair and whispering about how handsome they found her brother in the common tongue. She tried now to examine her brother in front of her from under her eyelashes. He was hurt, she could tell that much.
"We have to get it back," he mumbled to himself continually as they walked. Every street vendor they passed tempted them with new and delicious smells but they had no money left. Half of it having been taken from them and the other half hidden behind an ornate tapestry in the place they had been before. She began to wonder if Viserys had carried her while she slept and it seemed reasonable to assume given her brother's tired state and given that she was unfamiliar with the effect milk of the poppy can have.
"Perhaps there is a family near who could help us," she suggested. Viserys flinched and snarled at her.
"What do you think I am trying to find."
She remained silent then. It felt like hours of walking in the blistering heat when they stopped, Viserys looking at the building with equal mixture of joy and horror. He bid Daenerys to stay there as he approached the door, nervously smoothing his hair and brushing dust from his ragged clothes. The door opened and a young man spoke to Viserys before disappearing back into the house. He did not return, instead being replaced by an older man, rounded in the stomach who held a look of concern.
"Yes, what do you want," he said loudly. She could see Viserys bow his head, his fingers nervously picking at his nails. "We don't do charity," the man barked. He cast a cursory glance to Dany and she almost flinched. Stand like a dragon, she reminded herself, schooling her features the way Viserys often did, the way she imagined Rhaegar would.
"I am Viserys," her brother said simply.
She did not know who this man was but his features fell into quiet awe.
"That is impossible."
"This is my sister Daenerys."
"You do not know what you say," the man warned, angry now. "For if you knew the honour of the names you say you would not disgrace them with this mockery."
Dany noted the confusion evident in her brother from the way he stepped back an inch. It had been a long time from when someone had treated them with kindness.
"Away with you, go play at dragons elsewhere. I will not have your trickery here."
"I am Viserys Targaereyn," he brother drew himself up taller. He turned and motioned to her to join him.
"Daenerys stormborn, my sister."
Dany jumped a little when the man practically fell at their feet.
"My King! I believed you to be dead!"
"I intend to reclaim my throne," Viserys said, his tone wary of the simpering man. "However we are currently without lodging. Perhaps you could help us?"
"It would be my honour," he said as he stood, gesturing for them to enter the house. Something about the situation set her nerves on edge, why was he so accepting of two spectres? Regardless she followed into the cool and shaded hallway of his home.
