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Chapter XXIX - House of Undying

Ser Jorah's POV

The Exiled Knight took the Dragon Siblings, Rakharo, Irri and Aggo to the House of the Undying. Outside the city, where a lone building stood out from everything else. It was a large tower without any visible openings and surrounded by trees. He had a bad feeling about this place, the past year filled with unwelcome magic. Now they were in a magical location where the warlocks wanted Daenerys. The reason why is unsure, but they assumed it had to do with the Khaleesi reviving the dragons from stone.

"A house of ghosts. It is known," Rakharo said.

"It is known," Aggo agreed. They soon reached up to the tower as they noticed something was off. There were no guards. No one was here, Not even the sound of the birds. Only silence. The exception being the wind blowing through the trees. Both Dothraki warriors drew their arakh, taught if there is silence there means trouble.

"Khaleesi, Your Grace, please." Irri pleaded, Rakharo moved his arms around Irri protectively.

"Where are the guards?" Rakharo asked.

"No guards. The warlocks kill with sorcery, not steel," Jorah answered.

"Let them try," Daenerys challenged.

"We'll kill them with steel." Daeron said trying to assure themselves.

They walked up the steps into the first layer. When a change in lighting happened, outside it was morning, yet passed the walls, it was midday. Let alone, they found no door at the entrance.

"Is this a riddle?" Daenerys asked.

"It's probably on the other side," Daeron said.

"Split up." Daenerys nodded going left with Rakharo and Irri while Daeron went right as Ser Jorah followed. Aggo stood at the entrance keeping guard. Jorah tried to keep up with Daeron, as the dragon was walking fast. He tried to catch up, making sure his King was in sight. But quickly he ran, the further she went. However, when he reached the other side of the tower stood a confused Rakharo and Irri. Neither Daenerys or Daeron were there.

"Where is Khaleesi?" Irri asked. Jorah scowled, telling Irri to look, as both of them ran around until coming across Aggo.

"Did you see Khaleesi?" Rakharo asked his comrade. Aggo shook his head.

"What about the King?" Jorah asked.

"None showed," Aggo answered. All three men's and Irri's eyes widened since in their search they found no door. They looked up at the tower.

"Daeron!" Jorah yelled. "Khaleesi!"

.o0o.

Daeron POV

I don't know what just happened. One minute I was walking outside the House of the Undying until spotting Daenerys. The moment I reached her, it was like something grabbed us by the arm and yanked us inside before we could even respond. Now we were in some dark chamber with a single torch. We could faintly hear Ser Jorah, Kovarro, and Aggo calling for us through the walls.

Daenerys grabbed the torch, "Are you trying to frighten us with magic tricks? You want me? Here I am. Are you afraid of a little girl?"

"Dany," I warned. Suddenly we heard screeching. The sounds of dragons screeching, we started to investigate as we climbed the steps of the dark corridors. When we reached, the next level stood Pyat Pree.

"Where are our dragons?" Daenerys demanded.

"They are here, but you must find them and yourselves," Pyat Pree replied. "But first…"

Suddenly we were pinned to the wall by other warlocks. We struggled against their hold, as I used my head and knocked on the person pinning down my throat. However, he was unfazed. One warlock grabbed me by the throat, forcing my head up and poured a chalice of blue substance down my throat. It tasted disgusting compared to rotten meat. Before I could spit it out, the warlock covered his hand over my mouth and pinched my nose. Suffocating me until I swallow.

Angered, I used my hands to strangle the warlock. Unable to hold my breath for very long, I swallowed. The warlocks pulled back, as I gasped for air trying to spit it up. I drew my sword attacking them, but they vanished. I turned to face Daenerys; however, she too was gone.

"Dany!" I called out. "Daenerys!"

No response. Fearing what those warlocks have done to my sister, I blindly search through the passageways in search of her. All around it was dark and cold. I walked slowly seeing a door in front of me. I opened it and I gasped, seeing two people I never thought I would see for a long time. Her dark hair, olive skin and dark eyes still remain in my memory, my mother Princess Elia. Beside her was my father Prince Rhaegar with silver hair and indigo eyes, it seems strange how he looks so much like Viserys, I could see that we shared the same shade of indigo eyes.

"What should we name them?" Rhaegar asked swaddling two infants in his arms. "The girl we should name Rhaenys. You could name the boy."

"Daeron." Elia smiled. "After your ancestor Daeron II who united Dorne and the Seven Kingdoms."

Rhaegar frowned and said, "I was hoping we will name hims Aegon."

"We have too much Aegons in House Targaryen, my love. The next son shall be Aegon." Elia said looking exhausted. Rhaegar nodded and I smiled at them wistfully. "Will you make a song for them?"

"They already have a song." Rhaegar smiled. "A Song of Ice and Fire, the Prince Who was Promised." He looked up and said, "There must be one more, a dragon must have three heads."

I found myself walking towards, wanting to touch my mother and father and Rhaenys, however their images flashed and this time my mother was swaddling a new infant. I realized the infant was baby Aegon, my little brother.

"Aegon. Like you wanted remember?" Elia smiled at Aegon. "Daeron, Rhaenys, come on, you have a little brother."

"Mama!" Little me said happily as I walked forwards with Rhaenys. But my attention was focused on my father who although smile but it didn't reach his eyes, and memories flashed and I saw him with Ser Arthur Dayne. Rhaegar muttered, "I needed a Visenya, two girls and one boy, not two boys and one girl."

Immediately, I looked annoyed at that, why on earth would Rhaegar need two girls and one boy, many lords would die at the amount of children my father has. Two boys to settle the succession and one girl to spoil and make betrothals off. Before, I could speak, the memories flashed again. I gasped and this time I saw my mother giving birth, she looked tired. I don't see think I've seen this before and suddenly the midwife said. "It's a girl, Princess. What will you name the new Princess?"

"Prince Rhaegar wanted the name Visenya-" One of the servants began.

"No." Elia panted. "Rhaegar left my children for another girl, but I gave him another daughter, four children. Her name will not be Visenya. Her name is Daenerys, after my ancestress Princess Daenerys, who married Maron Martell, Prince of Dorne and Lord of Sunspear."

"Princess Daenerys." The midwife said and handing her to Elia who smiled and Daenerys stopped crying as Elia sang her a soothing song. I smiled at that, never seeing my mother and Daenerys together. Suddenly, my mother stopped and said, "You must take her away, to Dragonstone, with Daeron, Viserys and Queen Rhaella."

"What of you, my princess? And Princess Rhaenys and Prince Aegon?" One of the servants asked. "Robert Baratheon is marching-"

"I am in no condition to move." Elia sobbed. "Rhaenys and Aegon, Rhaenys and Aegon are watched daily by Aerys. I- I need to protect them, not just from Robert, but from Aerys. Please, take care of Daenerys. My daughter." Elia removed the necklace on her neck, the bronze necklace with a dragon and a sun. "Give this to her."

The servants nodded and I watched them leave the room with Daenerys and my mother let out a huge sob. I realized she was bedridden again. I turned away and began to run backwards.

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I was running as fast as I could, I could feel the wall closing and I knocked into someone, thinking it was a warlock, I grabbed my dagger.

"Daeron!" The person I knocked to said. It was Daenerys.

"Daenerys." I smiled and hugged her. She hugged me. The memory of our parents and siblings are still fresh in my mind.

"Welcome back. Daenerys Stormborn." A voice behind us said. It was Pryat Preet. "And you too, Dornish Dragon."

Suddenly chains erupted and cuffed my hands and then Daenerys. I tried to pull my hands closer and could see the foundations almost crushing. I saw Drogon, Elianna and Rhaegal on a stone, their necks cuffed with chains. So did Daenerys.

"Let us go!" I spat. "What do you want?"

"From you?" Pryat said. "Nothing. But from your sister, her magic."

"My magic?" Daenerys demanded. "Why? We never did anything-"

"Your magic is necessary for the House of Undying, for Qarth."

"We are dragons." I declared. "We will never give ourself to Qarth." Remembering the High Valyrian phrase which Daenerys used to command Drogon, Elianna and Rhaegal to breathe flames, I immediately whispered, "Dracyrus."

Elianna let out a small sneeze and Pyrat smirked but it faltered as Drogon let out a small roar and flames shot out from his mouth. Followed by Elianna who's flames came out from it's mouth as Rhaegal began shooting flames from his mouth too.

"Dracyrus." Daenerys repeated and the flames the dragons shot were larger and larger. Soon, Pryat Preet's silk caught on fire and he screamt as the chains around my wrists disappeared. Daenerys' too and I grabbed her wrist, checking if there was any sign of damages, but there was none. Elianna went on my hand and to my shoulder as Drogon and Rhaegal went onto Daenerys'. It was like the moment Pyat Pree was killed, the opening to the main entrance of the chamber did we come outside. There we found Rakharo, Aggo, and Jorah trying to figure out a way to enter the House of the Undying as Irri was sobbing. It was night evening. As the stars filled the sky.

"Khaleesi!" Irri called out, spotting us. All of them rushed over to us. I sighed leaning against the wall feeling the pain from the fall and emotionally exhausted. What happened there is something I do not want to witness again.

"The dragons killed Pyat Pree, we gave the command," I said.

"There is one more person I want to see before we leave." Daenerys said.

"And who is that?" Ser Jorah asked.

"The King of Qarth," I answered for her.

.o0o.

We returned to Xaro Xhoan Daxos palace. The guards saw the dragons and did not challenge us. A simple get in, as we went to free the Khalasar. The Dothraki Warriors take the guards and force them into a chamber, locking them inside. The servants were smart enough to remain in the servants' quarters where three men kept watch. Now it was time to officially give Xaro my decision on that marriage proposal. Entering his apartment, into his bedchambers we found him in bed naked with Doreah. Seems there were more liars in Qarth than it seems. Quietly in Dothraki, I told Rakharo to collect the medallion. The young rider obliged, taking his arakh and flicked the medallion off his chest.

This snapped Xaro awake, "What the…"

Doreah sat up covering herself with the golden sheets. Her eyes widened in shock, staring at Daenerys who was holding Drogon and Rhaegal in her arms. Xaro stared at me, seeing Elianna on my shoulder growling at him. Traitors, people who promised to never hurt us and yet they took the most valuable treasure from us, locked them in a tower and put Daenerys and me through a living nightmare.

"How could you?" Irri demanded furiously.

"Khaleesi, Irri, please," Doreah begged her mistress. "He said you'd never leave Qarth alive."

"Silence," I said in a monotone voice. "Come."

As Daenerys and I turned leading the way to the vault. Once there, the two lovers were in their night attire while tied up. Taking the medallion, I put it in the keyhole, and turned the dial. A loud click could be heard as the mechanics of a vault unlatched. Stepping back, Aggo and Jorah opened the steal revealing Xaro's fortune. I held a torch in hand and went inside to discover the vault was empty. Another act of deception. Marriage means nothing. Gold means nothing. One cannot win wars with gold, especially what is to come to Westeros. I see it now. Ser Jorah told me no one becomes rich through generosity, and this time I will not be generous.

I turned around facing Xaro with a smirk, "Thank you, Xaro Xhoan Daxos. Thank you for teaching me this lesson."

I stepped out, as Daenerys said in Dothraki to put them inside. Rakharo and Aggo grabbed hold of Xaro and Doreah forcing them inside the vault.

"I am the king of Qarth. I can help you now, truly help you," Xaro offered. "I can help you take the Iron Throne."

"There is no King," I sneered. "Only the Thirteen. And when I inform the Pureborns of your crimes against the city, and they will do whatever they have to do to bring peace to Meereen. Once more Qarth will be the greatest city that ever was or ever will be."

"I'll bring you a thousand ships," Xaro offered desperately. "All that you have dreamed is within your reach!"

"No." I said shaking my head. "I don't need your help, not this time."

"Please, Khaleesi, I beg you," Doreah pleaded to Daenerys. "I beg you, please!"

My sister stood there with a neutral face, watching the last living handmaiden be put in the vault, Irri shook her head in digust at Doreah. Xaro and Doreah continued to beg, as Jorah took hold of the door and shut it. He turned the key and handed it to me.

"What now?" Daenerys asked.

"Remember what Aggo suggested at the party," I answered remembering how Aggo wanted to take the riches. Daenerys grinned as she told her Khalasar to start sacking the palace. Aggo became excited, giving a Dothraki scream as he and Rakharo and the others ran to start collecting valuables to sell and trade. Daenerys and Irri chuckled, seeing their excitement and started walking through the halls.

The Dothraki took the gold, silk, and gems in the palace, and the property that surrounds it. Yes, he started from nothing and became rich that I give him credit for. But when you kill one of our own and take our dragons, we will retaliate in fire and blood. We were generous enough to let him die a slow death…if I decide not to report to the Pureborns of Qarth. Currently, it would be us who start from nothing and become rich through deception, like Ser Jorah said, no man becomes rich through kindness.

"It's all a lie," Ser Jorah said.

"Looks real enough to me," I replied, grabbing a solid gold display bowl, dumping the fruit onto the ground, and handing it to him. "Real enough to buy a ship?"

Jorah smiled, accepting the bowl. "Aye, a small ship."

"We start small and make our way up." I declared.

"Where do you wish to go, Your Grace?" Jorah asked.

"To the Land of the Harpies," I answered. Ser Jorah nodded, as he turned to the Dothraki shouting, "Take all the gold and jewels."

The Dothraki cheered and I smiled. For the first time, I feel like that I am going to the correct path. I could hear a small voice inside me congrajulating me. I did it. I watched as Daenerys grabbed a silver bell on the table as Irri tied it around her hair. The Dothraki had a tradition to put bells in their braid after they won a battle. The second battle we won was in the House of Undying.