10. Hear Me Roar
They had been traveling for a few days now, there had been some who whispered as they passed by, plenty of stares as well. Except Dany greeted the stares with gentle eyes, these people would soon become hers. She must treat them as such. Her thoughts dragged her to her brother. He would be the one who would get the throne. She could imagine the fire, pestilence, poor; people come to the Red Keep begging for protection, begging for food. Her hands began to tighten on her Silver's reigns. Dany didn't realize that she was gripping on the reigns until Ser Jorah rode up beside her, "Khaleesi, you shouldn't grip your reigns that hard." the bear stated.
Dany looked down and relaxed her hands, "I was thinking," she murmured. She looked back at the bear and sighed. She felt that it could be dangerous to tell Ser Jorah all of her thoughts. What if her brother heard? She could waken the dragon, something worse could happen… no, she had Drogo by her side, and now she needed to learn to stand up for herself. Dany was a khaleesi afterall. "My brother isn't fit for the throne. He will never be able to fit the throne." For some strange reason, she was afraid of what Ser Jorah would say. She somewhat didn't want to know what the bear thought.
"Aye." It was all the bear said. Her eyes flew to the bear in disbelief. She didn't understand how he would be able to say such a thing. However all was cut short when her brother cantered up to them with his horse.
"I'm going to look ahead and kill all those who oppose me." Viserys informed the two. Dany simply nodded her head and hoped that he was the one to die instead of innocents.
As they continued to ride on the current path, Dany realized that she had not seen Viserys in a long time. "Something's wrong," Ser Jorah whispered. Dany bit her lower lip in anxiety, fearing that her dream would become reality. "Khaleesi, stay in the back with the other women, children, and elderly. It's where you will be the safest."
She watched the men ride off, watched her Khal ride off with arakh proudly in the air. His braid flying in the wind, and the loud sound of jingling from the bells stranded within his hair.
"Drogo," the Khaleesi whispered, fearing that this would be the last time that she would ever see him again. Except it wouldn't be his face, it would be his back to her, protecting the khalasaar, and his son and wife.
Sorry for taking so long! I had a writer's block, and now that I'm in college it's getting harder and harder to continue Retribution and Finding Shepard. It's harder to get inspiration, but I'm trying. I really am. So, both will be slow, but I will not let it die. I just have academics to get to first. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I decided to break up what's going to happen to be in several chapters so then I will be able to draw it out. I think the next chapter will be from Ser Jorah's POV. It seems strange, but Dany isn't going to be there, so it wouldn't really make sense for it to be through her perspective.
Also, FORESHADOWING -spooky music- try to find where it is. Not the music, but the foreshadowing.