Chapter 15

DAENERYS

As Drogo led the Dothraki ahead, Daenerys rode along close with Ser Jorah, who looked... exhausted, to say the least. She caught him when he nearly fell off his horse.

"Father..." Jorah murmured.

Dany hollered ahead to her husband for the Dothraki to make camp here for the night. Drogo looked back and saw how delicate Jorah was, before riding up next to her and spoke calmly to her.

"I am sorry, my love," said Drogo. "But you know he cannot ride for much longer."

"He's tired, that's all," Daenerys defended.

"He needs to rest. We've ridden far enoigh today. We'll camp here."

"I understand you care very deeply for this man," said Drogo, who lifted Dany's chin with his hand. "He is from your land. But you must see that he will die soon enough."

"He can't," Daenerys said, her voice becoming desperate. "I won't let him. Bring me the woman."

"My khalasar would much rather see her head removed from the rest of her body," Drogo said.

"Tell them she is to be unharmed," Dany all but demanded.

Drogo said nothing, merely kissed her forehead before riding to the khalasar shouting orders to make camp.

"Father..." Jorah murmured.

"Hush, Ser Jorah," Dany said. "Don't say a word."

"I'm so sorry, father," Jorah continued. "I broight shame to our House. Please forgive me."

Dany said nothing. After her rescue from the Usurper's assassin and Drogo's declaration of war on Westeros, Jorah had stepped out of the tent with a sadness on his face that was unbecoming of him. When she asked what was wrong, he told her that his father had become another victim of the disease in Westeros, and his dreams of making amends with his father were for naught. She comforted him by saying that their loved ones will always remain in their hearts and surely his father would not stand to see him so quickly defeated. She promised to pardon him of his past crimes whenever she took back the Iron Throne. Before they left Vaes Dothrak, a quick ritual was done for the Stallion that Rides which involved Dany eating a horse's entire heart amongst chanting from the Dothraki, which only grew louder and louder the more she devoured it, with Drogo looking on. Despite having the urge to vomit once she consumed it all, she resisted before loudly declaring that a prince rode inside her and his name would be Rhaego, after the brother who fell in battle against the Usurper.

The Dothraki chanted "Rhaego! Rhaego!" as Drogo picked up Daenerys by hugging her thighs and carried her around the room. When she got a chance to speak with Ser Jorah, who gave a sad smile and told her today, she was truly a queen."

As Daenerys opened the container holding her dragon eggs, she was startled when she noticed a young boy staring at her.

"Who are you?" Dany said with determination, despite the raised beating of her heart. "Where did you come from?"

"King Robert send his regards," the boy said causing Dany's eyes to widen in absolute shock, before he immediately handed a scroll to Daenerys before hurriedly running out of the tent.

When Dany opened it up, she felt like her world would fall to pieces. She took a moment to recompose herself before she walked out of the tent with a steely resolve and barked in Dothraki for her husband before she strode towards the tent where Mirri and Jorah Mormont were.

Mormont seemed to have recovered a bit, although not quite, for he looked to his khaleesi before giving a small smile.

Dany did not smile back, only glared at the man who she confided in these past few months before tossing the letter she had received in front of him while Drogo and his bloodriders entered the tent at that moment.

Jorah looked to Dany in confusion before picking up the letter and after reading it, his eyes widened and looked to her in fear.

"Where did you get this?" Jorah murmured.

"It matters not how I got it," Dany said coldly. "What matters is why the usurper decided to pardon you at this very moment?"

Jorah looked at Drogo, as did Dany, and she had never seen her husband so frightenfully calm and intimidating, not even at their own wedding.

"May I please speak with you in private?" Jorah asked quietly.

"You will speak to me now," Dany snapped. "Explain."

"Who do you think had this message sent? Who has the most to benefit from this? Robert Baratheon. Can't you not see what he wants to do here? He wants to divide us. If we're fighting each other, that distracts us from fighting him."

"Us?" Dany raised her eyebrows. "There is no 'us'." Dany paused before calmly continuing. "This pardon is just made recent. Why were you pardoned? Unless this document is forged."

"It's not," Ser Jorah sighed. "I sent letters to Varys, the spymaster in King's Landing."

Dany scowled.

"And what was the content of these letters?"

"Information."

"Information to what?"

"My Queen, please," Jorah begged, his eyes tearing up at her.

"I... am not... your Queen," Dany hissed. "You will answer me at this very moment. What information did you give?"

Jorah looked down shamefully. "When you and Viserys arrived in Pentos. His plan to marry you to Drogo before his death." Drogo held Dany closely in his arms as he glared daggers at the man who had betrayed them.

"Did you tell him I am carrying Drogo's child?"

"I..."

"Did you or did you not tell King Robert I am carrying Drogo's child?"

"Yes," Jorah said, tears streaming down his eyes.

"That wine merchant almost killed me and my child while attempting to do so."

"I stopped him from doing so."

"BECAUSE YOU KNEW!," Dany screamed. "And in return, he killed Rakharo." Drogo and the other bloodroders gripped their swords at the memory of their blood brother. Dany was huffing until she spoke again. "You betrayed me fron the start. You sold my secrets to the man who killed my brother and stole my father's throne. For that you shall surely die."

"Daenerys, please," said Jorah, who crawled towards her, while struggling to do so. When he attempted to grab her hand, he was met with a fist to the face from Drogo, causing him to spit out blood.

"You." Drogo growled. "You came into our camp." Qotho and Cohollo held up Ser Jorah by each arm while Drogo kept delivering another devastating blow after blow to Ser Jorah's face. "You ate with us. You fought with us. You killed with us. And now we find out you schemed with those who wish to have the moon of my life and MY CHILD dead?" Drogo then pulled Jorah's hair back before delivering a punch to his stomach, causing the man to cough violently and vomit mixed with blood before he and the bloodriders let him drop to the floor, all looking down at him. "You are no true man." He turned to Daenerys, his expression softening. "Shall we kill him now, my love?"

Dany looked at Ser Jorah, who struggled to speak, but his eyes pleadingly begged for her. She would not be tricked again. Not this time. "Tonight, my love." Ser Jorah closed his eyes in defeat, while Dany turned to walk away.

"What about the witch?" Qotho said. "I say we have our fun with her."

Dany turned around and looked to Mirri with consideration before her expression changed coldly.

"No," Dany said. "She joins her people... and the Great Shepherd tonight along with Ser Jorah."

"You can't do this," Mirri shrieked before the bloodriders accosted her. "You need me, Your Grace."

"Do I now?" Dany said, causing Mirri to glare at her. "Or do you take me for a fool that I am not aware that you want revenge for your people?" Mirri's eyes widened, before narrowing again at Dany. "Did you really think I would not recognize that you have lost just as much as me, which has only caused you to get back at those responsible?"

"You're no better than your father," Mirri spat in Dany's face.

"No," Dany said softly. "I'm not. But at least I know not to trust a complete stranger who means to do more harm than good."

A few hours later, when the sun had finally disappeared, all the Dothraki had gathered together as Dany had ordered a pyre to be built and had placed the container with the dragon's eggs inside it, before Drogo walked up to her.

"Are you sure this is your command, moon of my life?" Drogo said.

Dany turned to him and smiled gently. "I am sure, my sun and stars."

Drogo nodded softly before walking away as Mirri was being dragged by Qotho and Cohollo until they stopped in front of the pyre

"May the Great Shepherd condemn you and your quest for the throne that your ancestors have sat upon, Daenerys Targaryen," Mirri said. "Your quest for revenge against the Usurper has already cost you a valuable ally. Soon it will cost you your family and your armies until in the end, after the sun rises in the west and sets in the east, you will come face to face with another dragon, one with more claim to the Iron Throne than you ever will."

Dany would have retorted at that, but the bloodriders moved Mirri to the center of the pyre and bound her.

"Where is the Khaleesi? Let me speak with her."

When Jorah finally arrived to the front, he locked eyes with her before finally coming across the pyre behind her, before finally coming back to her.

"No," Jorah said, his voice breaking.

Dany looked away to the Dothraki and Lhazareen. "You will be my khalasar. I see the faces of slaves. I free you." Some of the bloodriders hurled insults at her, while Drogo raised up his hand to silence them. "Take off your collars. Go if you wish, no one will stop you. But if you stay it will be as brothers and sisters, as husbands and wives."

"Dany, please don't do this," Ser Jorah cried as he was led to the pyre and was also bound like Mirri.

"l am Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen of the blood of old Valyria. I am the Dragon's daughter. And I swear to you that those who would harm you will die screaming."

"Please, Dany!"

"You will not hear me scream," Mirri sneered at Dany in disgust.

"I will, but it's not your screams I want. Only your lives."

"Dany, don't do this!"

Dany then turned in Ser Jorah's direction and walked up to him. For a moment she stood still, staring at him. Then her hand lied upon his bounds... before kissing him fully on the cheek and walking away after doing so.

"NO!," Jorah shouted. "Dany, please don't do this!"

Daenerys grabbed a torch from Drogo, who passed it to her and lit the pyre on fire. As it grew closer, Mirri started uttering some incantations while Jorah screamed "Dany, I love you!" before the flames began to consume them.

A tear fell on Dany's cheek, before she walked into the burning pyre, her dress catching fire until it consumed everything until she heard three cracks. When she looked down, she was not too surprised at what she saw. After all, she had dreamt of this moment happening. When she stepped out, Drogo looked on in pride while the bloodriders were shocked as the rest of the khalasar. In unison they all bent the knee to her, uttering "Blood of my blood," as they caught sight of the three baby dragons screeching on her arms and back.

A/N: I know some of you are most definitely going to be downright furious with me killing Ser Jorah and making Dany the Mad Queen in this story. But you have to understand here that Dany is the last Targaryen, or at least that's how she sees it in her mind. She's already lost Viserys to the virus, Illyrio has taught her to be political-savvy, Robert is alive and out to kill her and her child, which means she has to survive through whatever means necessary. Her feelings on Ser Jorah do not matter much when it comes to playing the game of thrones, after all there is no middle ground. You either win or you die. And Dany is most definitely wanting to win. My plan was always for Westeros to be facing war on multiple fronts. The only question is will they be able to survive through all of them? Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Please review and share your thoughts down below. Next time we will be dropping in on Arya's POV in King's Landing.