Today, was the day they ride. Day one for the trek westwards, towards the luxurious city of Asgard. The horses were saddled, their horseshoes were donning their shiny horseshoes which were gifts from a team of ferrier's, and had their plated armor was in order. Their men, were just as prepared as their animal counterparts, fully armored, healed from the Kings Landing take-over, and had their weaponry all in check. The banner men were fully equip with the House Targaryen sigil, the flag waving proudly in the light breeze, the three headed dragon standing before the army with pride.
Daenerys, after much begging to her husband, was permitted to ride front lines along side Loki and Jorah, much to the Gods chagrin. They would think me weak. Which I am not. She had insisted to him when he had declined her, during one of her attempts. They need to know I am as much part of this war as you are. Loki had finally accepted what she wanted and allowed her to ride her horse with them.
It was a beautiful horse that she had picked out from their group of the best. A large, strong mare that had brilliant shining silver fur that shone brighter than the suns rays. Her silver, a gallant beast that would accompany her through the treacherous battle for the Throne of Asgard. The horse looked deep down in her violet eyes with it's chocolate eyes, it was meant to be her horse, she knew it.
Today, Daenerys sat upon her silver, holding the lapis lazuli and emerald encrusted reins loosely, a beautiful gift that was bestowed to her from a stray merchant in Pentos. The stray silver-blonde hairs that had been missed when she braided her hair in the morning were gently dancing along with the breeze, as she watched Jorah walking towards the armies front lines. To her left sat Loki upon his own steed, watching Jorah as well, for when the knight mounted his own steed, they were off.
Jorah hastily climbed upon his mount and looked at Dany and Loki, adjusting the few buckles on his horse with small clicks before speaking. "My Queen, King. Let's be off." He took one last glance at the expanse army that was behind the front lines, and pulled on the reins of his horse, the horse had began alongside the two other steeds.
Rhaenerys was not granted allowance to ride up with her parents, though she was granted a large litter with Daenerys' best and most trusted hand maid. The litter was also bestowed to the royal family as a gift, it was a beautiful navy blue with gold encrusted trims and edges, matching lapis lazuli jeweled onto the gold. It was suited for a princess like her. The litter was carried by four large men, eunuchs.
Eunuchs, men who were castrated and unable to reproduce usually tended to the needs of high status women, the reason being that they had no motives to rape and pillage the women they were sent off to guard. They were popular as body guards, protecting women in bazaar's and in town shops from thieves and low-lives, keeping their watchful eyes on any person that drew close. Another job they were popular at? Guarding the brothels of any man acting out of line, and guarding the high status harems outside their house, usually to a concubine.
Rhay was startled at first, when the litter had begun to be pulled by the big burly men, but grew to enjoy the free ride with a broad smile plastered upon her small face. "Where we going?" She questioned her mothers hand-maiden, and her favorite one of all the hand-maidens in the castle. She toyed around with the small doll in her hands happily as she sat her rump onto the small seat.
The maiden smiled at her with a shining smile, her wavy brunette hair spilling over her shoulders as she leaned forward to fix the tots dress. "We are going to a very big place, a very nice one." The woman had answered the Princess, tucking the stray hairs behind her ears as she sat back against the wall of the litter, folding her arms against her abdomen. "You were there when you were very young. In fact, it's where you were born."
Rhaenerys didn't know what that meant, so she just stayed quiet and continued playing with her dolls.
Up ahead, the three in the front lines kept good pace, as the sun slowly continued rising over the army, showering them with it's heat and bright light. Luckily for Loki, they had entered the thicket of the forest, and the sun was not heating him up so much. Daenerys was shifting in her saddle for a moment, careful not to let the two men at her sides see her, or she would be ordered a litter so she could be carried the rest of the time. She gripped the reins, her brows furrowed as she felt her son kicking around in her stomach restlessly.
It's okay, my son. She thought towards the child, attempting to send good vibes to calm his movements, though they would not work. He could tell his mother was stressed, that's when he had begun moving. It always told her that she needed to calm down and think of her unborn child, so she let her free hand rest upon her swell to calm him down further.
When night had come quickly, they had stopped beside a small town, the Royal family getting the most expensive room at the Sleeping Giant Inn, while the army had set up camp on the outskirts. Daenerys watched the stars out from the window of their room, crossing her arms over the delicate sill of the window, dressed in her night silks that let a cool breeze make it's way up her body. The stars that littered the dark night sky shone brightly, pulsing yellow and white lights that helped travelers find their way.
When she found herself bored when watching the stars, she turned in towards her room, and spotted Rhaenerys sitting upon her bed with a tired little face, fighting to stay awake for a little bit more. Loki was at the other end of the room, removing his polished golden metals and his heavy thick leathers. She strode over to Rhaenerys and took a seat beside the tot and began un-braiding her hair slowly, making sure not to pull the little one's hair who had begun talking sleepy nonsense.
"It's time to go to sleep, Rhaenerys." The mother had hushed to her, as the tot scowled angrily at her, not liking going to bed. Dany pulled the thick woolen blanket up to Rhay's chin and tucked her in lovingly, hoping the child would stay put for the whole night. "Good night." She kissed her daughters forehead and stood up slowly from the bed, placing her hand upon her growing abdomen.
She paced over to her and Loki's much larger bed and crawled atop the bed, over the sheets and quickly under them, pulling them up high to keep her body warm. Her tired violet eyes watched as Loki strode over to the bed as well, pulling the sheets up and sliding in slowly. With a smile, she shimmied her tired body over to his and cuddled up to his side, resting her head upon his chest. She wanted to stay warm, his body was ice cold, but she couldn't help herself. She wrapped her arm around him and took a silent deep breath in and closed her eyes, feeling calmer each second she was by his side.
With a slight movement of his hand, the lights in their room had went out. Then the sound of rustling blankets was heard, followed by the small patters of footsteps along the ground, then something had climbed on top of the bed with Dany and Loki. Dany rolled her eyes in the dark of the room with a smile, while Rhaenerys wedged herself in between her parents comfortably, pulling the heavy duvets and silks up and nestling close.
With a silent sigh, Daenerys cuddled into the blankets and closed her eyes, small little colorful wiggles danced around before she went over into the dream lands.
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They rose early in the morning, to make up for the time they had stayed in the Sleeping Giant Inn, each taking a nice hot bath in the glistening ivory tub that sat in the middle of the bathroom. Daenerys took a nice luke warm bath, she did not want it too hot, not knowing if her child within her could stand the heat. She ran her slender fingers through her sopping wet silver hair after she had pulled a silken robe over her now dried body, ringing her hair out before ordering the keepers to arrange another bath so she could bathe Rhaenerys.
She padded her way back to her room and let the silk robe fall to her ankles, leaving her body exposed to the nippy air that ran through, from the open window in the bathroom. She ran her fingers through the stream of blue silk, letting the fabric run freely though her fingers as she pulled the dress over her head and letting it sit upon her figure.
Dany plucked the tot from the bed and made her way back to the bathroom, just as the Inn keeper was leaving their quarters. She placed her finger into the tub water to make sure it was not hot for her, and pried the dress off the little girl, she always put up a struggle. She did not like baths.
"Mommyyy!" She screeched loudly, pushing her mothers hands away from her with a sour face. "I don't want!" Rhaenerys attempted to dash away, but Dany caught her and scooped her up, placing her into the shallow watered tub.
"You need to be clean, my Princess." Dany smiled and poured some water onto Rhaenerys' head, the little one had stopped her struggling and splashing and let her mother do what she needed. "Today we are going to keep riding. And take back what is rightfully ours." She combed her fingers through the girls soft wet tresses, rubbing her cheek lovingly. "You will have men lining up to have your hand in marriage, Rhaenerys."
Daenerys then pulled her from the bath and sat her atop a fluffy towel, and began to dry her off. She dressed the little one before braiding her hair, then let her run freely out of the bathroom. Next, Dany braided her own hair to a style she wanted and left the bathroom, leaving the keeper to empty the large tub.
Loki picked his daughter up off the wooden flooring of the massive rented room and turned towards the door, watching as Jorah was saddling up the horses for the ride. Dany joined his side as they left the room and were at Jorah side in a second, Loki reluctantly handing over the girl to the maiden to be escorted back to her litter.
"Are the horses fed?" She questioned as she pet her silvers soft silver mane, looking into it's big chocolate eyes that stared at her. She rubbed the bridge of the horses nose with a small smile, as it snorted in appreciation.
"Yes, my Queen." Jorah replied as he adjusted the strapping on his horses dark leather hide saddle, then making sure it was sturdy upon it's back. His horse stared into the woods of the forest with it's brown eyes, his long dark brown tail swishing lazily as it awaited mount.
Dany was helped up onto the saddle of her silver, her pompous belly making it hard for her to do the most simple of movements. With a caring smile, she stroked the hard white fur of the horse as she waited for the two men to mount their horses and be on their way, running her index finger over the jewels encrusted on the reins, admiring the handy work of whoever made it.
And so they began, another long day of riding off towards the golden city.
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It turned out, Daenerys did need a litter after she grew tired of riding, her inner thighs raw from the hours spent on her silver. Her maiden had moved to Dany's silver but stayed behind in the group, while Daenerys took her place inside the gallant litter with her daughter, who was informing her of her many dolls.
"Are you excited? To meet your brother?" Dany questioned the young one idly, while she rested her head upon her hand, watching her daughter happily play with her dolls. Rhaenerys looked up at her with her big lilac eyes and a half toothy smile.
"Yes mummy." She answered as she gazed back down and fiddled around with her dolls, occupying the boring time they spent in the vehicle.
It was a long, energy consuming, time consuming, and most importantly boring trip through the mountains that separated Westeros from the land of Asgard, and they had finally emerged from the path between the mountains. They're army was still strong and rearing to go, bearing their large silver shields with a large pointy spike smack dab in the middle. Beads of sweat lingered on their foreheads, slowly trickling down their unshaven cheeks and ran down their necks and were absorbed into their thick under armor.
Small deers heads poked out from between the thick bushed among the trees, their eyes were large with fear and curiosity when the army had marched on passed, immediately darting into the thick green bushes. The army marching was thunderous, their heavy boots clapping against the hard red earth, with their large burly hands gripping their swords.
Asgard was on the horizon, sparking underneath the setting sunlight, almost as bright as the sun itself. Loki pulled the reins on his horse to slow down, now knowing he needed to be conscious about their whereabouts. His eyes moved around slowly, inspecting the area around them, making sure there were no guards making their rounds around the large perimeter.
The horses long thin legs continued down the winding dirt path towards the city, their tales continuing to swish in boredom, letting out a neigh once in a while. "My King." Jorah sounded from atop his horse, looking over to his left side to Loki. "Which side will we be infiltrating from?"
Loki thought for a moment, scanning over the city and trying to remember which sides had the least guards. "I believe the East side gate is the least guarded, of course it's still heavily guarded. That will be the way we take."
Jorah nodded and looked forward once again, the East side of the city was the side facing them, so that was an advantage to them. He pulled lightly on his horses reins and pulled them to the side, his horse making a u-turn towards the army. "I'll alert the archers at once." Loki nodded and the Knight was off, galloping towards the archers.
They drew close to the city, even in the dead of night the city seemed to shine a bright white, though that was thanks to the bright large moon overhead. The large golden gate of the East was closed securely, though Loki was a smart man, simple magic would have that gate busted off it's abnormally large hinges and lay way to their army.
Magic tingled in the tips of his fingers as he roused the magic from within, focusing his attention on the large gate. A loud thunk was heard from the gate, as a dent in the large hinge had appeared, then the dent grew much larger with another loud thunk. This happened with all the other hinges, then the gate slowly leaned backwards, and fell onto the gray cobbled streets beneath it, cracking the stone and sending dust and small pebbles up into the air. The gate, Loki thanked, had crushed two guards that were walking off towards their next duty post, their blood seeping out from underneath the heavy golden bars.
Above, on the large brick surrounding the city loud horns were heard, men signaling the city that there was an attack and they've breached the gates. Loki pressed on with Jorah by his side, the archers behind them had their bows ready to fire an arrow into someones skull. The two men dismounting their steeds as guards had rushed forwards from behind a corner street, their shining swords and hide shields.
As quick as they rushed forwards, they dropped dead to the streets, their elaborate helms rolling off their heads after the crash. It was Jorahs sword, and Loki's knives had brought those men to their demises, the God retrieving his knife back out of the mans neck.
Daenerys picked Rhaenerys up from the seat in the litter and held her close, shifting the silk curtain out of her way to view the city they had entered. Ah, how she had not missed this place. Small faces of children were seen from the windows of their houses, scared expressions etched on their features as the large army continued making their ways through the broken down gate. Their little faces looked up as their parents made their way to the windows to see what was going on and then picking up their children, walking away from the windows in fear.
Dany placed a few kisses on her daughters forehead as the little continued on, with the help of the large burly eunuchs at all four sides of the litter. Daenerys wanted out, she did not want to be confined in this contraption, pulling the curtains back further so she could spy for her hand-maiden to take her place.
Her maiden was near the back of the army, on her beautiful silver, and was speaking to a few more of her hand-maidens that had tagged along for the war. "Get me my hand maiden." Daenerys had ordered a man in the army, he looked up at her with his dull gray eyes, giving his Queen a quick nod and turned backwards to fetch the woman for her. "You will be with yours and my favorite maiden again, Rhaenerys. She will keep you safe."
Minutes later, the man with the gray eyes had returned with her silver, her maiden sitting upon it. "Yes, my Queen?" She questioned as the clashing of swords had began up ahead, many men running past her litter to join in on the fight.
Dany looked down and kissed her daughters head once more before carefully slipping out of the litter and onto her sandaled feet. "I need you to remain with my daughter."
"But, my Queen, King Loki had said that you must be accompanied by the eunuchs." The maiden informed her with a worried look upon her face, lightly pulling the reins on the horse to slow it's walking down.
"I expect you to do as I say." The mother of dragons had said briskly, giving the woman her fierce violet eyes. The woman quickly shut up and dismounted the silver, climbing into the litter with the Princess. Daenerys set her hands upon her stomach as she looked around the city, Loki was off way ahead in the fight, so she knew she would not be in trouble just yet for being out of the litter.
She began walking beside the buildings, a few men of her army keeping their watchful eyes on her, making sure she was not in harms way in this battle. Daenerys let her eyes rest upon the gallant castle of Asgard, where she knew that old man would be keeling over in fear of his impending death, and his son would be readying himself for battle. Thor, she knew, was going to put up a good fight, a fight that was only meant for the two Gods. Loki and Thor.
Loki was now out of sight, near the central courtyard of the city, where Thor was probably waiting for him, to stand his ground in front of the castle. Daenerys kept walking, her legs sore and stiff from sitting inside the litter so long, she needed to stretch her muscles, in fear that they would soon seize.
Dany pressed forward, towards the central courtyard where most of the battle had begun, the sound of swords crashing together, battle cries, and painful groans filled the air. She gracefully continued down the cobbled streets, where many people pulled their shop boards out from the streets and locked their doors, in fear that their houses would be pillaged and their wives would be raped. She shook her head, they meant to conquer this city, not destroy it and have nothing to rule over. Were these people so stupid?
She felt her son stirring within her, gently kicking her fleshy walls with his tiny little feet, attempting to communicate with his mother. When she rubbed her belly idly, he moved underneath her hands for a moment. She smiled and kept walking, feeling her legs get the strength they needed back as she slowly walked underneath the awnings of the buildings, keeping her eyes everywhere.
Finally, she had reached the courtyard where most of the soldiers were partaking in the battle. Arrows were flying through the sky, each having their own target to strike. Arrow after arrow, the sky was littered with the long wooden feathered darts, leaving each sides archers bows when they let go of the string. Swords were piercing through the bodies of each sides men, leaving the steel coated with the other mans blood as they went on to the next man.
It was easy to tell the difference between each side of the war. The Asgardian Guards donned large golden or silver hems upon their heads, then large golden pieces of armor that shone underneath the moonlight, their weapons were also very different from her and Loki's army. Theirs had intricate designs on them, telling stories with the little carved pictures on the hilts of the swords, one had a large ivory carved bear with two round ruby stones as eyes. Her army's swords were not as detailed, but who cared. They need to get the job done, not make people stare in awe at the carved claws of the bear. Her men were outfitted in her colors, red on black. They stood out well from the crowd of gold.
Overhead, the sky lit up as if it was not night, but day. It returned back to the dark blue it once was, followed by a loud crack of thunder. Thor had joined in to the fight, most likely facing his brother head on. This was definitely going to be a battle of the Gods, and she could only hope the other Gods were not in the mood to fight.
Daenerys stood underneath a large steel awning of a building, her body shadowed to the people in the battle, so she could observe what was happening, her hands firmly rested upon her swell protectively. Her eyes laid upon the God of Thunder, his hair was much longer than before, and was now donning a single braid on the side, a high fashion to the men of Asgard. His brows were knitted together, with his hand gripping the handle of his mighty hammer Mjolnir. His blue eyes were rested upon his brother, Loki was holding his own weapon, much like his scepter he had back in Midgard, lacking the blue orb that was once fitted in the middle.
They exchanged words most could not understand, talking in the tongue of the Gods. She only understood a few words, but they did not make sense alone and without sentence. "Brother!" Thor finally boomed in the common tongue to the other God, attempting to intimidate the man he called brother.
Something else caught her attention, the large field down the street, the field where they laid the dead. Daenerys knew Thor and Loki were going to continue firing words back and forth to each other, so she crept along the dark shadows, weary of guards and men to go towards the field. She slunk through the gate and walked down an isle silently, reaching one stone she wanted to view.
She fought for this stone, she begged for this stone. Loki did not want him to be buried in the city, let alone have a gravestone. "Viserys Targaryen" Daenerys read off the marble plaque on the stone as she took a seat on the lively green grass, running her finger along the mossy stone. She thought back to her brother, how big of an idiot he really was. Yet he was the only family she ever had, the only one that stayed at her side when she grew up. He was a cruel cruel man, yet on the inside he was just a boy. A boy that had not grown to see the world for what it was. They ran their whole lives, always one step ahead of the paid blades, looking for their blood for gold they could spend on who knows what. She grew thinking she and him were to be wed, which was tradition among the Targaryen blood line, needing to keep it pure. Looking for the next dragon. Her heart ached when she thought of him, he was confused and scared. The beggar King.
"I am the Queen now, Viserys." She whispered to the stone, hoping maybe his spirit would hear her. "I've conquered Westeros, it is all mine. I don't wish you were alive now, but you helped me reach this point."
She gulped thickly and blinked a few times, ridding of the tears that wanted out, choking back her emotion as she stood back up. She was glad he had a tombstone, it was the least she could have done for him. She hurriedly left the field of the dead and wandered back in the battle ridden streets, where death lingered, waiting for the mens lives. Dany scurried passed the bodies, managing to shove a man off her when he had stumbled back against her when he was shoved.
The silver haired woman stuck to the shadows once more, looking back into the courtyard where she had last seen the two Gods. Now lay craters in the stone ground, many of them. Indeed their battle had begun, already starting off with a bang. She scanned the area, looking over the guards and her army men to access the damage so far. While doing so, she spotted the Warriors Three, fighting her men. The fat man will fall. She thought to herself when she saw Volstagg struggling with her men, he was totally surrounded by them, and he only had one sword. His movements were not quick enough to end the lives of her men, and they got the best of him.
She stepped forward, out of the shadows as she deemed it safe to do so. She stood in the middle of the street, watching the battle in the nice warmer out, out of the cold shadows beneath the building. Ahead, she saw Ser Jorah standing idly, quickly talking to a man in her army, deciding she wanted to speak with him about their standing point.
She began walking forwards towards her Knight, the first of her Queens Guard, and her old friend. Her footsteps grew quicker as he trudged his way through the crowd of men, fighting his way in between her army to get to the Guards, but her desire to speak with him grew more each moment, and she quickened her pace to reach the Mormont.
Daenerys felt a pair of hands lay themselves on the small of her back with such force, a man yelling as he did so. "Filthy bitch!" He yelled as the Mother of Dragons fell towards the hard cobbled streets of Asgard. Her arms were not quick enough to catch her fall, falling stomach and face first onto the streets. She cried out in pain as she feebly rolled off of her stomach, grasping at it with her weakened hands, her half lidded eyes welled up with tears as the unimaginable pain surfaced. She threw her head up just in time for Jorah to be at her side, quickly scooping the woman up.
Daenerys Targaryen cried out once more in pain as her hands found themselves back to her stomach, holding it dearly before her vision hazed out into a white blur then pitch black.
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A/N: Hurr, this is the longest chapter I've made so far ! :) I'm prouudddddd. I've already got the next chapter written out, so reviewwww and I'll upload ! Cheers !
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