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Chapter IX - Vaes Dothrak

Daeron POV

After what could possibly be three months of traveling from Pentos through Norvos, Qohor, and the Dothraki Sea we finally made it to Vaes Dothrak. The environment changed to be more civil, in what could possibly be a road leading a trail to two tall statues of stallions. I was awed and surprised, never considering the Dothraki were able to carve such statues that could be compared to the Titan of Braavos. Khal Drogo and his bloodrider immediately gave a battle cry before galloping ahead towards the city. I wanted to join them as a race, but as the Dothraki left, I had to protect Daenerys from Viserys. I supposed I inherited the eager of war from my Dornish side.

"Vaes Dothrak – the city of the horse lords." Ser Jorah said.

"A pile of mud," Viserys scoffed. "Mud and shit and twigs – Best these savages can do."

"These are my people now," Daenerys scolded. "You shouldn't call them savages."

"I'll call them what I like because they're my people." Viserys sneered. "This is my army. Khal Drogo is marching the wrong way with the Targaryen army."

"Ever consider the majority of the army is here and we are collecting them," I asked in a sarcastic tone. Viserys paused, realizing he never thought about that. Khal Drogo was the Great Khal, making him the King of the Dothraki. So, what are the chances that he needed to fetch the other Khals and their Khalasar to increase the numbers? My uncle scowled and started riding off ahead. We gave him some distance before Daenerys led the rest of the Khalasar towards the city.

"If my uncle was given an army of Dothraki, could he conquer the Seven Kingdoms?" Daenerys asked Ser Jorah.

"Our uncle could never conquer the Seven Kingdoms." I snorted and Ser Jorah had a small smile on his face.

"The Dothraki have never crossed the Narrow Sea. They fear any water their horses can't drink." Ser Jorah answered.

"But if they did?" Daenerys asked.

Ser Jorah paused, "King Robert is fool enough to meet them in open battle, but the men advising him are different."

"And you know these men?" I asked.

"I fought beside them once, long ago." He answered. "Now Ned Stark wants my head. He drove me from my land."

"You sold slaves," I reminded.

"Aye," he agreed.

"Why?" Daenerys asked.

"I had no money and an expensive wife." He answered.

"And where is she now?" Daenerys asked.

"In another place, with another man," he answered. Nothing was said after that. Once we reached the city, we were escorted to the sector where Khal Drogo's Khalasar resigned. It was a lush area of green, the huts and buildings more secured with architectural character.

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Viserys's POV

Viserys took residence in the traveler's sector where the building appeared more civilized. Letting his siblings sleep in a hut without having a care. In his quarters he had a bath drawn, and scented candles lit all around. All he wanted was to wash the months' worth of filth off his body and lay in a good bed. He pulled in his mistress Doreah to accompany him.

The woman of Lyse sat in front of him in the bath holding a sponge washing his body, "Your Grace?"

Viserys looked at her with a smile, "Yes, my dear?"

"They call you and your nephew the last dragons … "

"They do."

"You have dragon's blood in your veins?" she asked, tracing her finger along his chest.

"It's entirely possible," he answered, enjoying where this conversation was going.

Doreah chuckled, "What happened to the dragons? I was told that brave men killed them all."

Viserys tilted her chin, "The brave men didn't kill dragons. The brave men rode them. Rode them from Valyria to build the greatest civilization this world has ever seen. The breath of the greatest dragon forged the Iron Throne, which the usurper is keeping warm for me."

As he grabbed the candle near the tub it was close.

"The swords of the vanquished, a thousand of them…melted together like so many candles." "I have always wanted to see a dragon," Doreah murmured. "There is nothing in the world that I would rather see."

"Really. Why dragons?" he asked.

"They can fly." She answered. "And wherever they are, just a few flaps of their wings and they're somewhere else…far away. And they can kill." She took the candle from his hand. "Anyone or anything that tries to hurt them gets burned away to nothing…melted like so many candles."

Carefully she poured the wax onto his chest. Viserys gasped, feeling aroused by his mistress. Doreah, being perfect for him. Wanting to test the boundaries, wishing to pleasure him. If only she were a Targaryen, Velaryon, or a pure Valyrian he would take her as his bride.

"Ow," he playfully said.

"Yes," she murmured, putting the candle away. "Seeing a dragon would make me very happy."

"Well, after fifteen years in a pleasure house, I imagine just seeing the sky makes you happy," he said, tucking a strand of hair off her face.

They both chuckled as Doreah replied, "I was not locked in. I have seen things."

"What have you seen?" he asked.

"I've seen…a man from Asshai with a dagger of real dragon glass," she answered.

"Ooh," he replied, feeling her thighs.

"I've seen a man who could change his face the way that other men change their clothes. And I've seen a pirate who wore his weight in gold, and whose ship had sails of colored silk." She continued, picking the wax of his chest. Her hazel eyes lingering on his lilac orbs.

"So…have you seen one?"

Viserys was so enticed in her words, he didn't realize what she was asking, "A pirate ship?"

"A dragon," She said, playfully, moving closer that his member was between her legs. Pressing her nose against his smiling face.

"No," he confessed. "No, the last one died many years before I was born."

Doreah pouted, slightly disappointed.

"I'll tell you what I have seen: their skulls." He added, lost in a memory. "They used to decorate the throne room in the Red Keep. When I was very young, just three or four, my father used to walk me down the rows, and I'd recite their names for him. When I got them all right, he'd give me a sweet. The ones closest to the door were the last ones they were able to hatch, and they were all stunted and wrong. Skulls no bigger than a dog skull. But as you got closer to the Iron Throne…they got bigger and bigger and bigger."

Viserys sighed and left the bath. He wasn't aroused anymore, he went outside the tent and saw Daenerys dancing and Daeron sharpened his swords. There were times that he loved his niece and nephew, yet when he sold his mother's crown, something in him snapped. He remembered his mother made him swear in front of the Old Gods and the New that he will protect Rhaegar's children and himself. Yet over the years, their faith in the gods have diminished.

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Daeron POV

Daenerys wanted to rekindle the separation our family has become. She feels the stress of travel and the desire to be home was the cause of Viserys' anger. A part of me would disagree. I feel like my uncle had inherited our grandfather's madness. Targaryens aren't born with madness, but over the years, stress, paranoia and humiliation could cause Targaryens to become mad. My grandfather became mad because of paranoia over the lost of children, the Defiance of Duskendale along with threats against his life.

Anyway, Daenerys arranged a meal. She had her handmaidens go to the Western Market to fetch food that Viserys would like. Along with gifts, Doreah and Jhijui obliged while Irri remained to help Daenerys with sewing a new shirt for him made out of leather. My sister tries hard to see the good in people, like our mother Princess Elia did. My mother is a gentle woman like Daenerys. I watched with a smile seeing Daenerys preparing for the tables, and getting the cutleries out by herself. When all is set, Doreah went to invite Viserys over for supper. Not long after, Viserys barged in dragging Doreah and tossed her to the ground.

"You send this whore to give me commands?" Viserys yelled. "I should have sent you back her head!"

"Forgive me, Khaleesi. I did as you asked," Doreah wept, her cheek red and a split.

"Hush now. It's all right." Daenerys said. "Irri, take her and leave us."

"Yes, Khaleesi," Irri said, standing up and collecting Doreah before leaving.

"Why did you hit her?!" I demanded but Viserys ignored me and growled at Daenerys.

"How many times do I have to tell you? You do not command me," Viserys growled.

"She wasn't commanding you," I growled back.

"We wanted to invite you to supper." Viserys glanced at the Western cuisine until glancing at the trunk where gold and clothes were.

"What's this?"

"It's a gift," Daenerys answered. "I had it made for you."

Viserys grabbed the leather vest, "Dothraki rags? Are you going to dress me now?"

"Please," Daenerys pleaded.

"This stinks of manure," Viserys yelled, throwing it at Daenerys, along with the gold medallions and jewels. "All of it."

"Viserys, stop it!" I said I was trying to be kind.

"You would turn me into one of them, wouldn't you? Next, you'll want to braid my hair." He sneered at Daenerys.

"You've no right to a braid. You've won no victories yet." Daenerys snapped. I let out a small laugh at that.

"You do not talk back to me!" Viserys exclaimed, smacking her across the face, knocking her down and continuing to smack her. "You are a horse lord's slut. And now you've woken the dragon—"

Thinking about her condition of being pregnant, I quickly grabbed him by his neck and threw his head to the pole of his tent, making him bounce back. Viserys gasped, turning around only to strike him again, causing him to hit back. Daenerys quickly scurries away standing behind me. Viserys stood up in shock as he covered his nose.

"I am a Khaleesi of the Dothraki!" Daenerys bellowed. "I am the wife of the great Khal, and I carry his son inside me. The next time you raise a hand to me will be the last time you have hands. "

"Now get out!" I ordered. "And remember I am the King! Not you! The next time you strike my sister, you will lose more than a hand."

"Daeron" He whispered bewildered, but I shot him a murderous glare that made him run. We all sighed and saw the dinner went cold, neither Daenerys and I felt hungry anymore.