A/N: Not sure how this chapter got deleted, tried to upload quickly then run off to work as working splits, get home 12hrs later to find out chapter 10 got eaten. Fixed now.

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Part 10:

Sansa watched as it took three women to help Daenerys dismount from her horse, Daenerys lent on them heavily as she was lead to her tent. Sansa scanned the hard faces of the surrounding Dothraki, her gaze finally resting on Khal Drogo. His expression showed nothing, but his eyes showed disappointment.

"She's weak, your Grace." Sansa said quietly to Viserys, she spoke in High Valyrian. "Dothraki do not respect weakness, Khal Drogo is starting to think she isn't what Illyrio said she was. You will not get your army until she stands strong and rides well, she is failing you. You should have been given the dragon eggs, not her."

"She's not a queen." Viserys replied, also speaking in High Valyrian. His accent was wrong, and his annunciation was off, but Sansa understood what he meant. "I was right to marry her off, but I want what I paid for."

"Then remind her that she needs to look strong by the time we reach the Dosh Khaleen, all Khal's bow to them, if Daenerys can be strong they will force Drogo to give you your army and more, my King."

Sansa watched as Viserys swiftly dismounted his horse and strode towards Daenerys' tent, good, that made him look strong. If Viserys looked strong then Sansa was safe. She had been so incredibly angry when Viserys had refused Uncle Illyrio's offer to stay in comfort at the Pentos Manse, but Uncle Illyrio had taken her aside and explained to her that she would need to gently guide her husband as to how to behave around the Dothraki, Sansa had learnt how to get what she wanted while appearing submissive, and what she wanted more than anything was to be Queen.

Uncle Illyrio had explained to Sansa that he had been preparing the way for her to be queen for years, he had shown her Rhaella's crown, which he had acquired when Viserys had been forced to sell it over a year ago, and promised her that one day it would be hers. She just needed to survive this, and give Viserys a son.

The sound of yelling in the tent was drawing attention, Sansa dismounted her horse fluidly and stood to her full height. He neck and back hurt, as did her thighs, but she would not show it. She unfastened her harp from the saddle bags and found a rock to sit on, she placed a blanket over it, to protect her dress, sat, and started to play. Slaves moved about and set up camp, but Sansa ignored them, she let her mind focus on the strings, slowly a crowd of Dothraki started to surround her, Khal Drogo among them. She closed her eyes, her fingers knew the strings, slowly she began to sing. The song was old and haunting, from the times of Old Valyrian when House Targaryen was considered a minor House, it rose and fell like the swooping of dragons and Sansa's voice rose and fell with it, by the time she opened her eyes over a hundred riders were enchanted by it.

The tents were erected and the feasting area was set up, Viserys had returned and was standing, watching her play, the fragrance of cooking food made her stomach rumble and the sunset reflected magnificently off of Viserys' hair. Khal Drogo stood and offered her a hand, but her gaze was only for Viserys, he approached her and offered her a hand, she took it, letting him draw her up to her feet. He caught her lips with his own. When he pulled back Khal Drogo had turned towards the feasting area, they followed, and were offered seats near him, they were better seats than they had been given the night before. Daenerys did not join them, instead eating in her tent with her slaves.

There was feasting and dancing, and Sansa played her harp again, Viserys sat happily beside her watching eagerly as many of the men took dancing women right there on the dancing mats. She listened, but pretended not to hear, as Viserys lapped up Jorah Mormont's mis-translations of the Dothraki comments, she was starting not to trust Jorah. Sansa understood Dothraki, but she wasn't about to let on that she knew what was being said as the men commented about how Viserys did not deserve her, and what they wanted to do to her, as they murmured that Illyrio had sold Drogo the wrong bride... She felt Drogo's gaze on her and shifted closer to Viserys, accepting an offered drink of fermented mare's milk from one of the servants.

It was late when Viserys led her to their tent, and his touches were not gentle, but Sansa had drunk enough not to care… at least he was not an overly endowed man. Yet, as Viserys' slender fingers touched her she thought of Khal Drogo's broad hands and of how his eyes watched her. Sansa shivered, she would need to convince Daenerys to start joining the Khalasar for meals.

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Days turned into weeks, Sansa worked hard to stay on both Viserys' and Daenerys' good side, a difficult balance. She spoke to Daenerys in Westrosi common, and to Viserys in Valyrian, that seemed to help placate her husband. Daenerys still would not take meals with them, but she was slowly becoming a stronger rider. Sansa and Viserys sat right beside Khal Drogo now, every night Sansa played her harp, and every night Khal Drogo watched her and drank, before going to his tent and taking his wife.

"I don't like how he looks at you." Viserys commented one night after he had drunk too much. Thankfully they were in the privacy of their own tent, Sansa did not trust that Jorah could not understand High Valyrian.

"You should take it as a complement, my King." Sansa replied quietly. "He is jealous of you, can you blame him?"

"No, but still…" Viserys protested.

Sansa touched his face and ran her fingertips through his silver hair. "My King, let him look all he wants, we will use his men to take back what is rightfully yours, then we will kill them last, or sell them to the highest bidder. I have connections with both the Good Masters and the Wise. If your sister gives him daughters we can keep them to be mistresses to your sons, if she gives him sons they will never live to ride a horse. He is nothing more than a weapon, a tool, to be used for your gain."

He touched her face, and then her flat stomach. "You will give me dragons." He said quietly.

"I will give you dragons." She promised.

He wrapped his fingers in her hair. "I will not spare your father." He said coldly.

"Nor should you, he is a traitor." Sansa replied.

"And your brothers?" Viserys asked.

Sansa thought back to her last days at Winterfell. "Sansa doesn't belong here… she doesn't fit." Robb had said. "Let her have her pretty dresses, we're soldiers, she's not."

"My brothers will kneel at my feet, or I will take the North from them." She said calmly.

"And… Jon Snow?" Viserys asked.

Sansa smiled. "Dark hair…" she ran her fingers through Viserys' silver locks. "Dark eyes…" She stroked Viserys' face and looked into his pale eyes. "Look of a Stark… if he tried to stake a claim nobody would believe him."

Viserys seemed to accept her answer, he ran his fingertips over her flat stomach again. "You still haven't had your blood." He said quietly.

"Maybe I will give you a son before I have my first blood, it is known to happen." Sansa replied quietly.

"I would like that." Viserys replied, then he claimed her lips with his own.

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Weeks turned into months, finally they reached the Dothraki Sea, it was quite a sight to see if one cared for such things, Sansa did not. Yet Daenerys seemed awestruck, she forced the Khalasar to stop and dismounted her horse, she was riding better now, yet she still insisted on eating alone in her tent with her slaves.

Viserys pulled his horse to a stop and glared at his sister angrily. "What the hells does she think she's doing?!" He snarled in High Valyrian, or at least that was what he tried to say, what he actually said was: Is it hells consider sister her actions?!

"Serving you." Sansa replied calmly.

"How is she serving me?!" Viserys snarled.

"She is showing strength, as you demanded her to." Sansa replied. "She is exerting control over the Khalasar, this is good, we will get more horses for this, more men to fight."

Viserys looked unconvinced. "They love her." He whispered as he looked at the faces of the Dothraki watching her.

"As we need them to." Sansa replied. "Would you like me to steal her moment?"

Viserys nodded. Sansa dismounted and untied her harp from the saddle bags, she found a moss covered stone and carefully placed her sitting blanket over it. She started to play softly at first, like the gentle role of waves on the shore, or the soft breath of a summer breeze. She let the music roll out over the Khalesar, this was the story of the dragon, Terrax, and his rider, Jaenara Belaerys, who explored Sothoryos for three years yet never found it's end. Sansa played for over an hour, the melody rising and falling, Daenerys came to stand in front of her yet Sansa continued to play, Daenerys sat in the grass and made a crown of flowers, placing it on her head, yet Sansa continued to play. Daenerys made another crown of flowers and placed this one on Sansa's head, yet Sansa never missed a string. Slowly the melody came to an end, with Jaenara's return home, the end was peaceful, but not a victory, the music ending on a calm but sorrowful note.

Sansa noticed that Daenerys had tears in her eyes. "What was that called?" Daenerys asked, "It was beautiful."

"The flight of Terrax." Sansa answered in High Valyrian, she then reverted to Westrosi common. "Have you rested long enough, Khaleesi?" She asked. She caught Viserys smile at the question, he understood what she had done.

Daenerys smiled, completely oblivious to the fact that Sansa had just insinuated that the only reason that they had stopped was because Daenerys needed a rest. Sansa nodded, she carefully packed away her harp and sitting blanket and re-mounted her horse, as the Khalasar entered the Dothraki Sea Viserys smiled beside her.

"My Queen." He whispered.

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