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Chapter V - Dothraki Wedding
Daeron POV
On the day of the wedding, I dreaded it. The past two days I prepared my sister for her marriage to a Dothraki horse lord. I've eavesdropped on several Magisters about Dothraki culture. They were jesting on taking women from behind like a hound takes a bitch. I was disgusted; that is how the consummation will be set. Out in the open and taken from behind. A completely different culture from Westeros.
I informed Daenerys of this, so she could be prepared. By the morning the servants handled my sister while I remained in my chambers dressing for the event. Viserys and I were dressed in similar Targaryen tunics with mine having more elaborate along with dragon brooches. I had a dagger at my hilt, which was gifted to me by Magister Illyrio. I also wore a ring that was descended from Aegon the Conqueror and Lord Freeholders of House Targaryens. Our ancestors had it the day when they forgot Valyrian Steel. There was a sword which Viserys held and also the Valyrian sword which belonged to my grandfather, the Mad King. The Valyrian Sword was not Blackfyre or Dark Sister, since both were lost to our family.
For many years, I thought that Daenerys and I would marry instead of having Daenerys marry Khal Drogo. Viserys was Prince Regent, so he could make decisions for who we marry due to my being underage, even though I am already six and ten.
Viserys often told us that we are dragons, and we cannot mingle with lesser bloodlines. When we were children, my uncle Viserys boasted that he was the third generation of the pure Targaryens. My great-grandparents Jaehaerys II and Shaera married each other, they were brothers and sisters, and they married without their parents, Aegon V and Betha Blackwood's consent. Apparently, both have been promised to other people. Then, my great-grandparents forced my grandparents to marry each other. The Faith condemns incest as a sin, but they allowed Targaryens to keep this tradition after a combat between Maegor the Cruel and the Faith Militant with Maegor the Cruel winning. Along with a pact made by Jaehaerys I called the Doctrine of Exceptionalism, granting them the rights for incest marriage.
My father on the otherhand did not have a sister wife to wed, I knew that my grandmother had miscarriages between my father and Viserys' birth. My mother Elia Martell was descended from Aegon IV through his daughter Daenerys and her husband Maron Martell, Prince of Dorne and Lord of Sunspear. I wondered what would happen if the Rebellion never happened, would I marry my twin sister Rhaenys, or perhaps my younger sister Daenerys, or would I marry some other highborn maiden. I wasn't sure if my mother would allow the continuing practice of incest.
I joined Daenerys who wore a white halter dress, the center was the Targaryen brooch. Her hair was let down where silver beads were latched. Silver armbands with strands of fabric. I smiled at how she looked, yet wished her marriage was to a civilized man. Viserys smirked, seeing her present ready for marriage.
"Remember, make him happy," Viserys said.
"Enough Viserys, don't make her nervous." I snapped and Viserys shot me a glare and I shot one back. I have to remind myself constantly, Viserys has no true power. It seems to be the only thing that kept me from dying, as a child I would constantly follow Viserys' orders, but I think it was until I was thirteen, I decided to become much more independent.
Daenerys nodded. We left to join Magister Illyrio where a palanquin took us to the cliffs where the ceremony took place. A Dothraki wedding occurred beneath the open sky. The second ceremony was spoken in their native language, as Magister Illyrio explained quietly what was happening. Talking about the Great Stallion blessing this union.
Daenerys merely nodded, not understanding the language. Magister Illyrio said Khal Drogo is limited to the common tongue but is able to translate. So, he knows what people are saying, but is not able to speak. Although, he still keeps a translator due to accents.
The wedding feast had started for Daenerys and Khal Drogo. Viserys and I sat at the lower part of the wedding feast, thus angering Viserys who felt that we as members of House Targaryen should sit above these savages. I managed to convince him to swallow his pride and not to say that, because if we need Khal Drogo's armies, we have to be cordial to them.
Food was presented to the newlyweds, as they accepted the dishes or rejected them. What they refused is offered to the rest of the participants at the feast. Khal Drogo accepted a dish that looked like animal hearts lather in…blood. Once the food was passed, I selected some edible cooked meals and took small bites. Although, Viserys and I mainly drank wine. Wasn't long when the gifts were being presented of the forty lords, acquaintances to Magister Illyrio and Khal Drogo. Some gifts were reasonable, from gold, silver, exotic herbs, and animals. I gave Daenerys a book of Dothraki. Viserys even presented his gifts of handmaidens he purchased. One man even came up with a box of snakes.
I tried not to wince seeing three men grabbing a woman. I've seen worse things happen before, but not during a wedding. In Westeros, when a man spills blood at a wedding, they would be shamed for the rest of their life.
"A Dothraki without at least three deaths is considered a dull affair." Illyrio explained to us, seeing our horrified faces.
"Savages." Viserys muttered as he sipped his wine, then spat it out. "When do I meet with the Khal?" He asked. "We need to begin to plan our invasion just in case it happens."
"If Khal Drogo promises you a crown, you shall have it." Illyrio spoke, and I nodded, making Illyrio smile.
"When?" Viserys asked in a tone that annoyed me a lot.
"When their omens favor war." Illyrio said.
"I piss on Dothraki omens, we waited for 13 years to get our throne back." Viserys snarled.
"Yes, and we can wait 13 more if necessary, and remember it's my throne, not yours." I snapped at Viserys. Viserys glared at me and I glared at him definitely, not even caring that I woke the Dragon. Illyrio hid a small smile behind his beard.
Later, there was another knight, he didn't look like Essosi. In fact, he looked like he was from Westeros, with the type of his clothes and also him having a sword on his belt, it reminded me of Ser Willem's garbs. In the Free Cities, people rarely used swords, preferring spears and daggers and arakh instead. I remembered that this was Ser Jorah Mormont, whom Magister Illyrio told us. I remembered House Mormont was a Northern House, which meant that he was a bannerman of House Stark. He was exiled for selling poachers according to Illyrio. House Mormont ruled over Bear Island, they were an ancient house but not a wealthy one.
"Jadi, zhey Jorah andahli!" Khal Drogo greeted suddenly.
"Khal vezhven." the man greeted with a bow. "A small gift for the Khaleesi - songs and histories from the Seven Kingdoms."
"Thank you, Ser. Are you from my country?" Daenerys asked as she accepted these gifts. I smiled seeing her smile at the gifts.
"Ser Jorah Mormont of Bear Island," he introduced himself. "I served your grandfather for many years, and I hope to serve another rightful King."
He glanced at me and I raised my cup towards me. Ser Jorah gave a bow and returned to sit next to Illyrio. Later, Illyrio's servants brought a huge black box, and they opened it. My sister gasped and my eyes widened, I've never seen dragon eggs before. One of the dragon eggs were black and red, this was the egg at the middle and was noticeably larger then the ones on it's sides. The egg at the left was deep green and blue, while the egg at the right was gold and cream white.
"Dragon's egg, Daenerys, from the Shadow Islands beyond Assiah!" Illyrio said. "The ages have turned them into stone, yet they will always remain beautiful."
"Thank you Magister," Illyrio said. He sat down and I kept staring at those Dragon Stones, expecting it to crack foolishly. I moved my hand towards my dagger as Khal Drogo stood up, fearing that he would harm Daenerys. But instead, Khal Drogo gave Daenerys her own present. It was a beautiful silver mare, a silver horse for a girl with silver hair, that was what Khal Drogo had said.
"Thank you Khal Drogo," Daenerys said and turned to Ser Jorah. "How do you say thank you in Dothraki?"
"There is no thank you." Jorah spoke. Khal Drogo approached her and lifted her up so she could ride her horse. I watched as they went to a disclosed location to consummate their marriage. I stood watching furiously. Why couldn't the consummation be much more dignified? indoors perhaps. I understood it was a Dothraki tradition, but still, I spent years protecting Daenerys, only to be wasted away.
At least one thing would be good, Daenerys would be safe from Viserys, now I will not have to fear angering Viserys since Daenerys would be protected.
"Come on." Magister Illyrio said. "Let's go back to the manse."
"What about Daenerys?" I asked worriedly.
"You'll see her tomorrow." Illyrio assured me. I went back to my room at the manse and packed up some food, the Dothraki cuisine was not edible, and I packed up my belongings which were not that much, knowing that we would have to accompany Daenerys during her travels. I promise I will protect my sister. Rhaenys has died, Aegon has died, Daenerys is my last sibling.