"And tell your brother Viserys...Exactly what did you see, dearest sister?"

Her brother was smiling, and there was nothing worse in the world than a smiling, enraged Targaryen.

Dany's lips fell apart, the terror which had been growing in her chest finally reaching a chilling peak. She felt a heavy, nauseating knot form in her throat as she tried to keep her breathing steady. Viserys watched her with eyes reduced to lilac, silver-lashed slits of accusation.

"Well? Has the night stolen your tongue? What did you see, Daenerys?" His voice was deep and firm now, and Daenerys had no idea how to respond, or simply how to speak for that matter. Formulating a simple word might have been too much, as the poor girl was fearful of Viserys knowing exactly what she had seen.

"I'm mortified, Viserys," she whispered, soft and small. "I'm so sorry. I don't know what I saw, but I know I offended you deeply. I'm so, so sor—"

His hand's motion stopped her mid sentence, and Daenerys' heart nearly stopped along with her barely recognizable voice. Viserys' eyes were no longer reduced to slits, and the set of his mouth wasn't nearly as diabolical as it had been moments before, yet there was something far more dangerous in his angular expression as he sank his fingers deep into her arm and pulled her close.

"What. Did. You. See."

There was no miscalculating the intention in his eyes now, and Dany's heart nearly beat out of her body in fear when she realized she should talk soon or risk facing his wrath.

"I saw you undressed—over there—by those giant rocks." The girl stared at the bottom of his chest, and attempted to return her breathing to normal.

"And?"

Dany could feel his hot breath on the top of her head when he talked. She decidedly kept her head down to avoid him seeing her face or staring into his cruel, pitiless eyes.

"There's nothing else, nothing Viserys, I swear," she ground out. Dany could feel the blood pounding in her skull, the rushing sound of it drowning everything else out and infusing her with a newfound courage. A terrified and timid level of courage, yet a blooming level all the same.

"Look at me when I speak to you. Tell me what else you saw. Don't lie to me." He shook her slightly before crushing her shoulders from both sides with his hands. Dany whimpered in panic. "Don't cry like such a baby," he snapped, shaking her even harder. "You're no longer a child, Daenerys. You're going to be a woman soon." Daenerys shook her head, her fingers grabbing at his sleeves to steady herself.

"I don't want to be a woman," she whimpered in desperation. "I don't want to do any of it—I just want to go home, Viserys—"

A slap echoed in the silence, and Dany felt the wind being knocked out of her before she landed on her rump. She should have stopped talking sooner.

As she stared up at Viserys and held her pulsating face, Dany contemplated, for a moment, the possibility of him kicking her very easily and swiftly whilst she was sitting this way on the gravelly river's edge. The princess coiled her body against such a blow no sooner than she had thought it, almost out of instinct. To her dismay, Viserys chuckled deeply from above her.

"Oh, sweet sister." He laughed more, but the sound wasn't as it was when the prince was well and truly amused. Viserys was mocking her, and Daenerys felt her blood boil with not just fear now, but a certain amount of rage as well. A devilish smirk adorning his face, her brother reached down to grasp her arm and pull her to her feet.

"That wasn't very nice of you, Dany," he murmured, one hand reaching over to push a silvery blonde strand out of her face. "Spying on me like that…" He shook his head, his features darkening. Dany immediately focused her attention to his chest like before, the small hairs on the back of her neck raising as a shudder traveled down the length of her spine.

"Well? What do you have to say for yourself? What did you see?" His long, nimble fingers slipped to the back of her neck; Viserys sank them in her hair with a tight hold, eliciting a loud gasp from Daenerys. "Tell me," he whispered almost endearingly, lowering his face to her forehead. His cool lips brushed against her skin with every word, his fingers tightening almost painfully in her hair. "Tell me what you saw. Don't provoke me, sister. I don't think you want to wake the dragon do you?"

"No," Dany gasped, her head dizzy, her fingers sinking into his arms. "I'll tell you, give me—give me a moment."

"A moment," he said, giving her a quizzical look. His eyes traveled from one blushing cheek to the other, and his lips drew back over his teeth like an animal as he tightened his grip on her arm.

"I saw you touching yourself," Dany whispered, and he abruptly let go of her arm. He gave her hair one sharp, painful tug before letting that hand slip away as well.

Viserys flared his nostrils angrily and she quickly looked down, away from his terrible face and the terrible things it did to her.

"That's all I saw, I swear it, brother." Getting tired of staring at his chest, Dany closed her eyes in defeat and hoped for a few slaps, or at most a short, hard beating.

For a few moments there was nothing but exquisite silence surrounding the Targaryens. Dany's ears picked up the bubbling crash and steady rush of the stream to their right, the scattered sounds of nocturnal birds and creatures busy in the woods to their left, and the continuous pounding of blood drumming in her ears, keeping in rhythm with everything outside of her body. It was an intricate harmony of sound.

The dreamlike, musical spell was broken when she felt Viserys grab her arm, yet the pounding in her head simply kept on getting louder and heavier.

"I think you know what this means." His voice was soft and low, almost warm, yet it left no room for arguments or tearful bargains. "I'm going to have to punish you for this." Viserys brought his other hand to her chin, causing her to shiver, and the roaring in her skull amplified harder.

Dany's eyes opened. She found his lips were twisted in a pleased smirk. Yet his expression slowly turned into a grimace, and Dany felt herself letting go of his sleeves as a terrible, painful weakness overcame her.

Everything went black.