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Chapter XI - A Golden Crown

Daeron POV

Today was a Dosh Khaleen Ceremony. Khal Drogo made the announcement that Daenerys was with child, and by tradition presented her to the Dosh Khaleen. Where a pregnant Khaleesi must perform a ritual in order to ensure the child is worthy of being Khalakka, an heir to a Khalasar. So, getting dressed, and washing my face. I stopped staring at the ring on my finger that father gave me after my third nameday. It belonged to my grandfather, Jaehaerys II. A golden band in the shape of the dragon's tail. The ceremony took place at the Center structure, the Temple of the Dosh Khaleen. Many khals were present along with other Khaleesis, bloodriders and their wives, and the Dosh Khaleen.

Ser Jorah explained that the Dosh Khaleen were the widows of previous Khals. When it comes to social status, they are the most powerful women in the Dothraki having wisdom received by their husbands' adventures. No man can lay with them: if a Khal, bloodrider, or warrior dares to be intimate or harms them that is not of protection will die. They reminded me of the Septas; women of the Seven, only the Dosh Khaleen doesn't have a choice.

I remember my twin sister Rhaenys had a Septa in King's Landing, she would've been Daenerys' septa too, I wonder what happened to her. A thought lingers in my head that if Khal Drogo dies, Daenerys would be forced to be a Dosh Khaleen. I pray to the Lord of Light that we be across the Narrow Sea before that happens. If it ever happens.

Unfortunately, the ceremony was called the Stallion Heart. Daenerys was pale when Irri explained she would eat the heart of a horse. Sadly, she had to eat it raw. Khal Drogo had to find a wild stallion and carve it's heart out with a stone knife and present it to his wife where she will have to eat the entire thing. My sister almost fainted, since she was still adjusting to the Dothraki cuisine, something I've already adapted to.

So, Irri and Jhiqui came up with a plan to prepare her for the ceremony the past few days, eating a half cooked heart with blood sauce so the Khaleesi can be prepared for the taste and texture. With a pregnant woman's stomach…it was hard. But she had to do this, in order to make her child a Khalakka. Otherwise, the entire Khalasar won't see the child as an heir.

I sat by Khal Drogo along with the other Khals and bloodriders, observing the first half of the ceremony; Khal Drogo was outside and took a stone knife and killed the stallion. He cut out its heart and proudly presented it to Daenerys who stood on a platform. Nervous, she accepted the organ and hesitantly started to eat it. Viserys came over to Ser Jorah. I ignored it, observing my sister perform the ritual as her violet eyes pieced into Khal Drogo's brown orbs, keeping concentration. A Dosh Khaleen who stood in front of Daenerys started singing a prayer while everyone else chanted "Rakh! Rakh! Rakh haj!"

"She has to eat the whole heart?" Viserys asked very loudly, it was good that some Dothraki can't understand the common tongue. "I hope that wasn't my horse."

I wish, I thought.

"She's doing well," Ser Jorah said proudly. Reminding me of Ser Willem when we did something that made him proud.

"She'll never keep it down," Viserys doubted.

"Can you tell me what she's saying?" I asked Ser Jorah, trying to ignore Viserys. Even though I was still learning the language, the tone and rhythm were hard to comprehend.

"The prince is riding. I have heard the thunder of his hooves. Swift as the wind he rides." Ser Jorah translated. "His enemies will cower before him…and their wives will weep tears of blood. She's going to have a boy."

"He won't be a real Targaryen," Viserys hesitantly said. "He won't be a true dragon."

"But he will be my nephew and will be more Targaryen then any of the dragonseeds," I reminded rather harshly. Viserys gave me a scornful look. I shrugged it off watching the rest of the ceremony. Daenerys managed to consume the heart. Her face, hands, and neck were covered in blood. On her last bite, she struggled on chewing. Just as she was about to swallow, she gagged, bending over as her hand quickly covered her mouth. The temple grew silent, all eyes on her to see if she vomited or finished it. A sharp inhale through her nose, she leaned up and gulped the contents down. She took a gasp of air and confirmed she ate the entire heart. Khal Drogo smiled proudly at her.

"Vexh fin saja Phaesheseres!" the High Priestess praised and continued.

"The Stallion Who Mounts the World," Ser Jorah translated. "The Stallion is the Khal of Khals. He shall unite the people into a single khalasar. All the people of the world will be his herd."

Daenerys stood up addressing the Khalasar. "A Prince rides inside me! And he shall be called Rhaego!"

"Rhaego!" the High Priestess praised encouraging the others to join. I smiled, seeing she named her potential son after our father Rhaegar and her husband Drogo. Khal Drogo stood up from his seat and walked over to his Khaleesi. He wrapped his massive arms around her thighs and lifted her into the air praising her.

"They love her," Viserys noted, eyes dilated in concern.

"She'd proven herself," I reminded.

"She truly is a queen today," Ser Jorah complimented.

"Exactly," I said, hoping it would make Viserys angry. Ser Jorah gave a chuckle then stopped looking around. I did as well, realizing Viserys had disappeared. I wondered what he was going to do since Daenerys was getting all the attention and he was not. I was about to leave to find him, but Ser Jorah stopped me.

"I'll go, you celebrate with your sister," he advised. I nodded watching Ser Jorah leave the temple in search of Viserys. I pray he doesn't do something irrational or impulsive, because the next time he does, I'll make sure he loses more than an ear.

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By evening there was a feast in celebration for the new Khalakka. A goat was being roasted on the open fire, the drums were playing, and women were dancing. It was a cheerful feast. The Khals and bloodriders chatting away drinking pepper beer, I joined them.

Then, I sat next to Daenerys with her handmaidens as they talked about the upcoming of the baby. I was happy for my sister, knowing she was happy. Irri asked what Daenerys was like as a baby. I told Irri everything that made Daenerys blush. Ser Jorah came over joining the conversation. He laughed when I told the time Daenerys was tangled in a tree that she couldn't get down. Literally hanging upside-down from the skirt. I had to get-

"Daeron!" Viserys yelled, barging into the temple. "Daenerys!"

"Wow, way to ruin the story." I said darkly but we looked up in shock realizing he was drunk. A drunken Viserys is far worse, even when he is bitter and dangerous. He doesn't have control of himself. People get hurt in his drunken rage. I knew it, because he got away from murder during our time with Illyrio when Viserys killed one of the slaves.

"Where're my niece and nephew!" Viserys slurred.

"Stop him," I told Ser Jorah.

"Where are they?" Viserys continued. "Where are they? I'm here for the feast. The whore's feast."

Ser Jorah got up walking over to Viserys. Cautiously putting his hand on the Dragon. "Come."

Viserys stumbled back, shoving Ser Jorah away, "Get your hands off me! No one touches the Dragon!"

"Khal rhea mhar! Me ifa!" one of the khals said, causing the others to laugh. I also let out a small laugh.

Viserys heard them turning to face the Khals, "Khal Drogo! I'm here for the feast."

"Nevakhi vekha ha maan," Khal Drogo said, gesturing to the corner where the elders and young boys were.

"Khal Drogo says there is a place for you," Ser Jorah translated. "Back there."

Viserys shook his head, "This is no place for a prince."

"You are no prince," Drogo taunted in the common tongue and I laughed out loud at that. Viserys scowled, drawing his custom sword pointing it at Ser Jorah's neck, "Keep away from me!"

The drums stopped playing, and women gasp. Viserys broke Vaes Dothrak sacred law. Drawing a blade of metal. The only sharp objects allowed in this city were ones carved out of stone. So, if Viserys dares draw blood, he would be a dead man, not that I care anymore.

"Viserys, please," Daenerys pleaded.

Viserys turned his head, "There they are."

He walked over, blade aimed at us. Out of instinct, I stood up between Daenerys and him. His sword aimed at my chest.

"Put the sword down. They'll kill us all," Ser Jorah warned.

"They can't kill us," Viserys chuckled, swooping his blade at Ser Jorah, accidentally cutting my tunic. "They can't shed blood in their sacred city.", then back to me. "But I can."

"Calm down," I warned him.

"I want what we came for," Viserys murmured. "I want the crown he promised us."

"And we will, when the time comes." I was reminded in a very taunting tone. "Aegon did not conquer the Seven Kingdoms in a day. He forged an alliance. Alliances build armies. Armies are what wins wars."

"Don't lecture me about how to build armies," Viserys yelled, suddenly shoved me backward that I fell into the fire pit. I gasped in shock, not comprehending what was happening. There was a cry, as Ser Jorah and Irri rushed in pulling me out of the fire. My tunic was on fire. Everyone was shocked, except for Viserys who turned his attention to Daenerys. Meanwhile, Irri went to Khal Drogo to translate. Daenerys remained calm, staring at him.

"He bought you. But he never paid for you." Viserys said. "Tell him we want what was bargained for, or I'm taking you back. He can keep the baby." Then point the sword to her belly. "I'll cut it out and leave it for him."

That left me furious, I quickly punched Viserys at the back of his head, not that hard, but enough to make him furious and I grabbed his sword and threw it away.

"Anha vazhak maan rek me zala," Khal Drogo said. "Anha Vazhak maan firikhnharen hoshora ma mahrazhi aqovi affin mori atihi mae!"

Comprehending his words my eyes widened but did not say anything. Knowing this is our chance to put an end to this madness. Daenerys looked at me, silently asking me to do this. I nodded, putting an end to all this. It's time to let go of the past. Most importantly, an end to the madness. Let it end.

"What's he saying?" Viserys asked.

"He says yes," Daenerys said looking at me. "You shall have a golden crown…that men shall tremble to behold."

This snapped Viserys out of his rage. The Dragon looked at the horse lord, and chuckled, stepping away from our sister. "That is all I wanted. What – what was promised."

Khal Drogo stood up walking over to Daenerys. His hand resting on her belly, which she placed her hand on.

"Qora mae," Khal Drogo ordered. Two bloodriders came over and grabbed Viserys by the arms. One using an elbow to break it, causing my brother to scream.

"No! You cannot touch me. I am the dragon. I am the dragon! I want my crown! Ahh!" Viserys exclaimed.

"Ammeni haz jolin!" Khal Drogo ordered, removing his golden medallion belt. One of the wives poured out the soup from the cauldron. Khal Drogo shoved the medallion belt in. I went towards Daenerys, and I watched in part satisfaction that really scared me because I thought I might turn mad.

"No, Dany," Viserys pleaded. "Dany, tell them. Make them! Daeron, please. I am your brother! Siblings please!" Khal Drogo grabbed the handles to the cauldron and came over to Viserys. For once, fear was written in his face. The same fear Daenerys felt over the years.

"Dany, Daeron, please!" Viserys begged, then gasped, staring at Drogo.

"A crown for a Prince," Drogo said, lifting the cauldron and pouring the half melted gold on Viserys head. Like volcanic lava, the gold poured in a thick, burning liquid on Viserys. Melting his skin, vaporizing his silver gold hair, while casting to his form. Viserys screamed in agony, his body convulsing to the pain.

Daenerys and I stood there, watching, willing to let one of our own die. When the last scream fell silent into a few gagging gasps, he grew silent. Body not moving. The bloodriders let go of Viserys's arm, letting him fall as a loud clunk could be heard from the golden crown.

"Khaleesi! Your Grace!" Ser Jorah spoke.

"He was no dragon," Daenerys murmured. "Fire cannot kill a dragon."

Her violet eyes landed on me. More directly at my body where it was exposed to the fire. I looked down seeing the scrapes from the pit, the fabric gone, yet…my skin was not red. No burn marks were covering my body, my chest. For the first time in many years, the Realm only had one male Targaryen, and that was me, for I am the last Dragon, the Dornish Dragon.