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Chapter II - It Begins Today

Daeron POV

I walked towards Daenerys' room in Illyrio's Manse. The servants who noticed me gave me a quick bow and I smiled at them for that. My name is Daeron of House Targaryen, Third of His Name. I was named after the first King Daeron who conquered Dorne and the second King Daeron who united Dorne through marriage. The third King Daeron is the son of Dorne and Targaryen. I knocked into Daenerys' ornate room and Daenerys said, "Come in."

My sister looked relieved seeing it was me and ran up to hug me. I stroked her silver gold hair and looked at her carefully. For the past thirteen years, I watched her grow up from a baby into a maiden. I still remember the day she came to Dragonstone with mother's necklace around her small neck. Now she stood gracefully with her silver gold hair tied behind and purple eyes shining. Mother's bronze necklace rests peacefully on her breast. I quickly removed the ribbon on her hair and said, "You look like a mother like that?"

"Really?" Daenerys asked with a small smile.

"Yes, except for the coloring." I said with a smile.

Daenerys nodded and I took her hand. All Targaryens have silver gold hair and purple eyes. It was our coloring. Of course not all, my twin sister Princess Rhaenys looked more like our mother, with her olive skin, dark hair. She had our father's indigo eyes. My brother Aegon had my father's silver hair and face, but my mother's black eyes. Of all the children of Prince Rhaegar and Princess Elia, only Daenerys and I looked like true Valyrians. Silver gold hair, purple eyes, and the regal face. Daenerys had our mother's stature and also was a bit skinny like our mother.

I was only three when we went into exile. But I still had some memories, I knew I was born in Dragonstone. I remembered my best friend and twin sister Rhaenys, we used to play in the gardens of Dragonstone and King's Landing. I remembered my infant brother Aegon and every night, mother would usually bring me to his nursery where I watch him sleep. I remember my mother who was thin but I used to touch her necklace, the one which Daenerys wore and how mother used to call me her Sun Dragon. I remember seeing her belly getting round. I remembered my father with his long fingers pulling the string.

I remembered my Dornish relatives and my grandparents, King Aerys II and Queen Rhaella who called me their Dornish Dragons. My grandfather was fond of me but not really of my sister, complaining that she looked Dornish. I remembered my grandmother who was a soft and warm woman with bruises on her face.

Then, the door to Daenerys' room opened and it was uncle Viserys, who was in an usually jovial mood. I haven't seen our uncle this happy since we were children. However, knowing if Viserys is happy, then he will turn angry later. I gave Daenerys a careful look who nodded fearfully.

"Daenerys, there is our lucky bride." Viserys said, holding a gown which was purple. He stood in front of Daenerys and said, "This is beauty. Touch it. Go on. Caress the fabric."

Daenerys shyly placed her hand onto the dress and gave a small nervous smile. She then pulled her hand away and said frighteningly, "Is it really mine?"

"A gift from the Magister Illyrio," Viserys said, smiling. My uncle was in a high mood tonight. Despite him being my uncle, I had always considered him as my elder brother due to our close age. Only five years distant. "The color will bring out the violet in your eyes. And you shall have gold as well, and jewels of all sorts. Illyrio has promised. Tonight you must look like a princess."

A Princess, I thought. Daenerys has never lived a royal life for a single year, contrary to Viserys and I. The day Daenerys came to Dragonstone, Viserys, Daenerys and I went into exile for it was the last day of Robert's Rebellion.

"Why does he give us so much?" she asked. "What does he want from us?"

That's true. I thought. What does Illyrio want from us? Magister Illyrio was a dealer in spices, gemstones, dragonbone, and other, less savory things. He had friends in all of the Nine Free Cities, it was said, and even beyond, in Vaes Dothrak and the fabled lands beside the Jade Sea. It was also said that he'd never had a friend he wouldn't cheerfully sell for the right price. So what does he seek from an impoverished, exiled three young dragons who only has powerful name, ancestors and two of which still has powerful uncles?

"Illyrio is no fool," Viserys said. He was a gaunt young man with nervous hands and a feverish look in his pale lilac eyes. "The magister knows that we will not forget our friends when we take back the Iron Throne."

"We?" I asked. "Me, you mean." I corrected and Viserys glared at me for that. I heard talks from the streets and our former hosts, who told us what my father and grandfather were really like, and the truth of Robert's Rebellion. How my father Crown Prince Rhaegar kidnapped and raped Lyanna Stark, how my grandfather burned Rickard and Brandon Stark alive. I never told this to Viserys in fear of 'waking the dragon', waking the dragon would usually mean Daenerys getting hurt, especially since Viserys idolized everyone in our family.

Speaking of waking the dragon, I was shaken out of my thoughts as I saw Daenerys meekly say, "No."

I scowled because Viserys was twisting her breast through the fabric. I said furiously, "Enough Viserys, leave Daenerys be, she has to prepare."

"Alright." Viserys hissed, throwing a glare at Daenerys. When Viserys got out, Daenerys sighed in relief and said, "Thank you."

"Don't need to thank me, families help each other." I replied to her as I watched the servants prepare her for her wedding.

"There, you look like a Princess now." I heard the servants say as they finished dressing Daenerys.

I smiled and said, "You look beautiful."

"Thank you." Daenerys said softly. I thought Daenerys really did, she was wearing a purple silk that brings out her eyes, along with wearing golden gilded sandals, bracelets around her wrists and also a golden collar with Valyrian glyphs.

I took her hand and escorted her to the entry hall where Viserys was sitting at the entry hall. Viserys rose when we came and inspected Daenerys and said, "Stand there...Turn around...Yes, yes, you look-"

"Regal." Magister Illyrio answered for us. Illyrio was a massive man who reeked of perfume, but his hospitality made sure I never offended him. "May the Lord of Light shower you with blessings on this most fortunate day, Princess Daenerys," the magister said as he took her hand. I smiled at that. He bowed his head, showing a thin glimpse of crooked yellow teeth through the gold of his beard. "She is a vision, my prince, a vision," he told our uncle. "Drogo will be enraptured."

"She's too skinny." Viserys complained. "Would Drogo now like her?"

"Drogo gets what he has, if he doesn't like Daenerys, he can leave." I said coldly, glaring at Viserys, since this was all his fault that this happened.

"Is it true they lie with their horses?" Viserys asked, which I thought was completely unnecessary.

"I won't ask Khal Drogo that," Illyrio advised.

"Are you calling me a fool?"

"I take you as a Prince." Illyrio praised. I was amazed how Illyrio could manage to stand Viserys' attitude, contrary to our many hosts before.

"But Princes lacked the caution of common men." I mocked and Viserys scowled. Viserys sat down and thought deeply.

"You should not insult the Dragon." Viserys reminded me and I rolled my eyes.

"We don't need his whole khalasar." Viserys said toying with the hilt of his borrowed blade, I tried not to snort at that, I used a blade before, I supposed I inherited it from my Dornish side. "Ten thousand that would be enough, the Dothraki are strong warriors."

"And the realm will rise for me." I memorized word by word, hearing my uncle saying this many times. "Tyrell, Redwyne, Darry, Greyjoy, they have no more love for the Usurper than I do. The Dornishmen burn to avenge my mother, Rhaenys and Aegon. And the smallfolk will be with us. They cry out for their King and Prince and Princess."

Viserys looked at Illyrio anxiously. "They do, don't they?"

I snorted, no one would rise for us if we came with Dothraki screamers, they are feared and hated at the Free Cities, in Westeros, it would possibly be worse. As for Tyrell, Redwyne, Darry and Greyjoy, thirteen years have already passed, many could change. Our best allies are House Martell who are Daenerys and my maternal side of the family. However, we haven't spoken to any members of House Martell ever since our exile.

"They do." Magister Illyrio said, sipping his wine. "When the time comes, you will cross the Narrow Sea, the people will toast to your health, and cry out for their true King."

I nodded out of respect, though I was still doubtful.

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Later, we stood outside the manse, waiting for Khal Drogo and his army to come. I could sense that Daenerys was nervous. Viserys and I were dressed in elaborate Targaryen tunics with the brooches on our clothes. My clothes were ornate with dragon patterns and crowns, symbolizing my status as King, making Viserys bothered. We were waiting for the Dothrakis, especially for Khal Drogo.

"Where is he?" Viserys asked impatiently.

"Obviously riding his horses to come here, what do you think of Viserys?" I asked, annoyed at his impatience.

"The Dothrakis are not known for their punctuality." Illyrio explained. A sound of galloping could be heard, and I realized that they were Dothraki horses. The one at the middle was no doubt Khal Drogo. Khal Drogo had copper-colored skin, black hair and dark eyes, he was tall and muscular and a huge long braid that ran down to his thigh.

"Do you see how long his hair is? He has never been defeated in a battle before." Viserys whispered to Daenerys who almost fainted seeing her husband. I was trying not to remain afraid, Khal Drogo was much more intimidating than Viserys. I looked at the other man, there were three other people along with another man who was wearing the same garbs that Ser Willem Darry wore.

Illyrio whispered to them. "Those three are Drogo's bloodriders, there," he said. "By the pillar is Khal Moro, with his son Rhogoro. The man with the green beard is the brother to the Archon of Tyrosh, and the man behind him is Ser Jorah Mormont."

The last name caught me. "A knight?" Daenerys asked.

"No less." Illyrio smiled through his beard. "Anointed with the seven oils by the High Septon himself."

"What is he doing here?" I asked, I don't think anyone from Westeros would cross the Narrow Sea, especially to go to see the Dothraki.

"The Usurper wanted his head," Illyrio told them. "Some trifling affront. He sold some poachers to a Tyroshi slaver instead of giving them to the Night's Watch. Absurd law. A man should be able to do as he likes with his own chattel."

"Come forward my dear," Illyrio said, motioning towards Daenerys who walked slowly to him. Khal Drogo observed her and then left.

Viserys whined, "Where is he going?"

"Does he not like her?" I asked bewildered, remembering how many people wanted to bed Daenerys during our exile, but I made sure no one could hurt my sister.

"The ceremony is over," Illyrio said.

"But he didn't say anything." I pointed out.

"Did he like her?" Viserys asked, repeating my question.

"Trust me, if he did, we would know," Illyrio said. I wonder what he meant by that, do Dothraki kill potential wives if they didn't like her.

"Khal Drogo has never lost a battle before." I assured Daenerys who remained frightened. "He will keep you safe. He is like Aegon the Conqueror, you could be Queen of the Dothrakis."

"Daeron, please, I want to go back home." Daenerys whispered to me, hopefully I could do something to prevent this, but I can't.

"Home?" Viserys asked in fury and Daenerys quickly held me. "I want to go home too! So do Daeron. But they've taken our home from us, so tell me sweet niece, how do we go home?" Viserys asked and Daenerys looked at her feet.

"Enough Viserys, Daenerys only means the rooms in Illyrio's Manse." I replied for Daenerys who gave me a grateful look.

"That is not our home!" Viserys shot back. "We go home, with an army, Khal Drogo's armies, I will allow their men and their horses fuck Daenerys if that may be."

I scowled. I didn't know if Viserys would stoop to that level to make my sister, his own niece, a prostitute, but I promise that I will look after Daenerys. I took her hand and made sure she stayed away from Viserys.