I drop another jewel on the ground as we continue our trek. I've pulled the small jewels from my belt to leave a trail. We have been on the move for a few weeks and my soul withers the further I get from Drogo. I cry myself to sleep and when I dream it is of Drogo and our son. I reach up to wipe the sweat off my brow and my skin itches. I yearn for a cool bath to wash the grime and sweat from my body but I refuse to take off my clothes for fear of what will happen. Viserys rides ahead of me, his small party of sell swords bringing up the rear. My body aches from the uncomfortable position I'm in and my stomach has ballooned in the past week. I now can't see my feet when I walk and I am ungainly. Viserys stops ahead of us and my horse trots to a stop.
"We will rest here for the night. Smith get my dear sister down and find her somewhere comfortable to sit." One of the sell swords reaches up and sits me on the ground. I try to stretch and my back screams in protest. My stomach feels extra heavy today and I feel like it's dropped. I pray it isn't what I think it is. I've heard enough about child-birth from Irri to recognize the signs. I'm barely in the middle of my seventh month. It's still to early. I rub a soothing circle on my stomach and say a silent prayer to the horse gods to keep my son safe. I grab a roll of fur and try my best to make a makeshift bed. The sun is finally starting to set over the horizon and I sigh in relief. My skin is brown from the continued exposure to the suns rays. I finally manage to lay down in the furs. My stomach and tied hands make it a difficult task but finally getting to rest my aching back is worth the effort. Viserys goes into his tent and I glare at him. I lay on my side and trace little circles in the dirt until the stars are high in the sky. I say a prayer to the ancient ancestors for Drogo to rescue us.
...
I wake to a sharp pain in my side. It moves to the front of my stomach, rippling across my skin. I gasp and sit up. My leggings are soaked and my skin is sticky with sweat. I brush my hair back from my face and groan.
"Ahhhhh someone help." My hands are still tied and my leggings are constricting my legs. I need to open my legs and relieve some of the pressure. The sell swords hear my pained plea for help and they call for Viserys. He stalks out of his tent and glares down at me.
"What is the meaning of this Dany?" I pant and hold up my hands.
"Please release me. My water broke." A contraction twists in my stomach and I hiss in pain. Viserys grins and laces his fingers happily. The slimy little bastard looks like he was just handed the crown to the seven kingdoms.
"This is perfect. Just imagine what Khal Drogo will pay to get back his bastard." I don't miss that Viserys leaves out me when he mentions Drogo. It doesn't surprise me though. Never did I think that he would give me back to Drogo no matter how much he paid him. I scream and clench my hands. Viserys snaps his fingers and a sell sword lifts me roughly in his arms. I yelp and sag against his shoulder. He carries me into Viserys tent and sits me in the bundle of furs. I lift up my hands once more.
"Cut my ties." The sell sword slices through the ropes and I quickly tear at my leggings. I rip the cords apart and yank them down my legs. I spread my legs and fall back into the furs. I catch the men looking at me and sneer at them.
"Leave me." I struggle to form the words and they look to Viserys. He nods and they leave us.
"Now dear sister it looks like it is time to push." Viserys stands between my spread legs and places his hands on my knees. My stomach feels like it weighs a thousand pounds and my back screams in agony. Every part of my body begs for me to push and rid myself of the pain but I can't. I won't let my son be born here with these monsters to be used as a bargaining chip.
"I won't. I will not let you have my son." I snarl at Viserys and he glares at me. Another contraction rips through my body and my legs tremble. I throw my head back and scream my agony to the sky.
"If you do not push you will kill both of you." I want so badly to push. I want to weep like a babe for Drogo. No matter what I say I know I will have to push. Drogo will miss the birth of our son. I can't hold on any long and I bear down. I push the boulder like weight in my stomach and feel it moving closer to my opening. I push again and scream, feeling like I am being torn in two. My strength leaves me and I sag into the furs. I can still feel Rhaego in my canal but I lack the strength to push.
"Push you stupid girl. Push or your child will die." I close my eyes and pray for the strength to push Rhaego out. I grit my teeth and rear up. I push again and I can feel him getting closer. Suddenly screams fill the air. The sounds of swords striking metal ring through the air. Viserys looks up at the entrance to the tent and he sneers.
"Those fucking savages found us. How?!" Viserys grips his hair and his wild eyes turn to me. I grin at him despite the agony ripping through my body. Viserys grips my hair and yanks roughly.
"You little whore. You led them to us." Viserys paces the tent, his movements erratic. I push again and my breathing grows labored.
"You won't leave here alive Viserys." Viserys stops walking and watches me with dark, blank eyes. I feel a chill move down my spine and I keep pushing. If I don't get Rhaego out soon he won't survive.
"Oh I will make it out alive little sister. They will be to busy trying to save you." I squint at him and he moves to the brazier in the middle of the tent. He lifts out a log, burning with a bright orange flame. Confused, I try to focus on what he is saying but its hard. Rhaego is taking all my strength. Viserys moves to the side of the tent and pulls a flap up. He smiles at me and moves the flame over the tent. It immediately catches fire and my eyes widen with realization.
"You will die here sister. You and your little brat." Viserys ducks out of the tent and the flames spread all around me. Horror rushes through me and the flames surround me. I hear fighting outside and I scream for help. I struggle to pull myself into a better squatting position. I groan and push one last time. Rhaego finally falls from my body. I barely manage to catch him and cradle him in my arms. I try to stand but my legs give out from beneath me and I fall into the bloody furs. I feel a slight pressure and I push again, the afterbirth sliding from between my legs. I scream for help, my lungs filling with smoke.
"DROGO! HELP!" Rhaego squirms in my arms, his little face scrunched up. I once again try to stand before tumbling back down. I look at the entrance but it is now covered in blazing fire. Rhaego opens his small mouth and lets out a mighty cry. He little face is covered in blood and slime. I rub at his face and look for a way to escape. My heart sinks when I realize there is no way to escape. I begin to sob, my tears falling onto Rhaego. He squirms in my arms and finally opens his eyes. They are the most beautiful shade of purple. I stroke a finger down his chubby cheek. He truly is the blood of old Valyria. I place a small kiss to his head and cradle him close to my chest. It's with a heavy heart that I accept that we are going to die here in this tent. I place Rhaego close to my chest and curl my body around him. The flames close in around us and I close my eyes. A booming voice fills the area outside the tent.
"Daenerys!" Drogo roars for me and I sob. Goodbye my sun and stars. We will meet again in the nightlands. The flames consume us and there is only darkness.