Sister's Keeper
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A/N: Warning this chapter is rated M, for sexual content and incest.
Chapter 3: A Dothraki Wedding
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 the 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. I informed Daenerys of this, so she could be prepared. I was never prepared on my first, so hopefully being prepared will help her.
By the morning the servants handle Daenerys while I remained in my chambers dressing for the event. Already dressed in a black sheath gown with the jeweled neckline of red gems and beads. It was sleeveless as well, as the embroidery to form of wings in the back of the dragon. My hair was put up in braids where the Targaryen brooch was secured.
As usual, Viserys barged into my room. Wearing the tunic, I sewed for him, leather pants, black boots, a cape over his shoulder where the brooch secured to his chest, and his two swords. He smiled coming over to the vanity, resting his hands on my shoulder.
"Aren't you lovely," Viserys murmured.
"Want to remind them we are Targaryens," I said. "That you are King."
"And they'll remember that," he smirked then sighed. "Apologies on not seeing you the last few nights."
I turned to face him, "You are a King, no need to apologize. I'm sure there were important things to attend to than warming my bed."
Viserys nodded as he cradles my cheek, "Tonight, I promise you I will be here. Khal Drogo promised me an army. In order to secure our claim, we will need an heir."
I merely nodded.
My brother-husband smirked kneeling down and pecked my forehead. Afterward, he offered a hand, "Come, let's see our sister."
I nodded, accepting his hand as he pulled me up. We left the chambers though I was lost in deep thought wondering how to avoid another pregnancy. Deep down I don't want my brother's child. Reading books about my family appears after every second or third generation of incest there was a complication. Mother had complications through her adult life resulting in many miscarriages, stillborn, or infant deaths. Viserys and I were the third generations after our Great Grandfather King Aegon the Fifth married Betha Blackwood. Our grandfather King Jaehaerys the Second married his sister Shaera against his father's wishes. Viserys told me that a Woods Witch prophesied that if Aerys the Second married his sister Rhaella, she will birth the prince that was promised. With Rhaegar dead, Viserys believes he is that prince. But I fear what ailments our children would have.
There is a quote people say about the Targaryens. Every time a new Targaryen is born, he said, the gods toss the coin in the air and the world holds its breath to see how it will land. One side's madness the other is greatness. The madness people question. King Maegor I, King BaelorI, Prince Rhaegel, Prince Aerion, King Aerys II, were considered mad. Glancing at my brother-husband, I ponder if he caught the mental decease that plagues our family. If not madness, I caution physical illness. Our grandfather was constantly ill, as were many other of our ancestors. Either way, I do not want his child. The gods have been good in preventing the conception, but how long will it take till Viserys seeds grows into an heir?
We 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 in how she looked, yet wish her marriage was to a civilized man. Viserys smirked seeing her presented ready for marriage.
"Remember, make him happy," Viserys said.
Daenerys nodded.
We left joining 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 on 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.
Once the ritual ceremony was over that spiritually binds the two, it was time for the reception. Magister Illyrio assigned a few guards for my protection. I told him that is not necessary since I will be by my brother-husband, yet Illyrio insisted. When Viserys asked him why, the gracious host explained women at a Dothraki Wedding are free for all. So, I had guards to protect me. In order to protect me from a sexual assault and preventing a rape.
On the reception steps, Khal Drogo and Daenerys sat center. On each side were two blood riders, and on groom side of the steps more of his loyal men. On Daenerys side, was Viserys, Magister Illyrio, the Prince of Pentos, and I along with servants who provided refreshments to our tasting. At the main floor the khas, the proper term to call for the group of guests was feasting, drinking, dancing and fighting. What baffles me were the women practically naked, covered in blue paint as they dance around until a warrior takes them freely in the open. I tried to avoid watching this, having a conversation with either of the me.
Food was presented to the newlyweds, as they accept the dishes or reject. What they refused is offered to rest of the participants at the feast. Khal Drogo accepting a dish what looked like animal hearts lather in…blood. Once the food is 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. Viserys event presented his gifts of handmaidens he purchased. One man even came up with a box of snakes.
"When do I meet with the Khal?" Viserys asked. "We need to begin planning the invasion."
"If Khal Drogo has promised you a crown, you shall have it," Illyrio answered.
"When?" Viserys asked.
"When their omens favor war," Illyrio answered.
"I piss on Dothraki omens," Viserys muttered. "I've waited seventeen years to get my throne back."
"How long does the feast last?" I asked quietly, unsettle in the environment we were in.
"A Dothraki wedding can last for hours or even an entire day. Depending on when the Khal or his blood riders are done celebrating," the Prince of Pentos answered.
I took a deep breath and a gulp of wine.
Viserys took my hand, "I assure you, tonight will be different."
Then again, let's continue the feast, I thought.
I paid more attention to the music, watching the drummers pounding away to the rhythm. Until one woman who was on her hands and knees is taken from behind. Her partner pounding away into her as she pushes back wailing in pleasure. One warrior came over, separating the two and pull out his penis starting to fuck her. The first warrior was not pleased, beginning a fight both their dicks out. Punches were thrown, knocking things down, while the khalasar gathered around cheering them on. Wasn't long when swords…arakh were drawn. That is when the second warrior slashed the blade across the first warrior abdomen and sliced him open. Entrails fell as the fallen rider collapsed to his knees while the second cut off his braid tossing it into the air. The wedding guest both Dothraki and Free Cities cheered.
Viserys and I sat there horrified while Magister Illyrio and the Prince of Pentos applauded.
The older man leans over to us, "A Dothraki wedding without at least three deaths is considered a dull affair."
Viserys laughed while I shook my head keeping my mouth shut.
The feast continued onward for another hour when a man presented his gift. He was someone not from Essos or these parts. For a moment, I thought he was Braavosi, having fair skin and hair, most importantly, his attire was Westerosi. Remembering Ser Willem wearing similar clothing to his. He walked up the steps of holding books.
"Jadi, zhey Jorah andahli!" Khal Drogo greeted.
"Khal vezhven," the man said with a bow steeping forward. "A small gift, for the new Khaleesi—songs and histories from the Seven Kingdoms."
Daenerys accepted his gift, "Thank you, Ser. Are you from my country?"
"Ser Jorah Mormont of Bear Island," he introduced himself. "I served your father for many years. Gods are good, I hope to always serve the rightful king." As he glanced at Viserys.
Ser Jorah gave a bow and went to join the Esso guest. Magister Illyrio waved his hand, as two servants came over carrying a decorative case. They lifted the lid, presenting three eggs. My eyes widen never seeing three dragon eggs before. All in their different colors of green, black, and bronze. Daenerys was astonished, as she picked up the green egg.
"Dragon's eggs, Daenerys, from the Shadow Lands beyond Asshai." Magister Illyrio presented. "The ages of turned them to stone, but they will always be beautiful."
"Thank you, Magister," Daenerys said.
He smiled before sitting down. Viserys was surprised wondering what else Illyrio Mopatis is hiding under his sleeves? Khal Drogo stood up, causing the music to stop. Daenerys realized this, set the dragon egg down, and stood up. He started walking down the steps with his bride right behind him. Viserys, Illyrio, and I stood up to join them. Seeing a gather at the end of the feast where two horses waited. One was brown while the other solid white. Khal Drogo held the reins and looked at his Khaleesi offering his gift. Daenerys was surprised, as she stepped forward betting the horse.
"She's beautiful," Daenerys told him.
Khal Drogo stared at her.
Daenerys turned facing the Andal, "Ser Jorah, I – I don't know how to say "thank you" in Dothraki."
"There is no word for "thank you" in Dothraki," Ser Jorah explained.
Khal Drogo approached her, as he placed his hands on her waist and lifted up onto her horse. He then got on his own. Viserys came over to her, saying something. Reading his lips, he said, "Make him happy." Daenerys took a deep breath before she and her husband took off to a disclose location where they will consummate their marriage.
I stood there watching them leave feeling like I have failed her. I have sworn to protect her, keep Dany safe from the cruel world we live in. Now, in a feudal society where women are property, she loses her virginity to a warlord. I always imagine her to have gentle consummation in a room of comfort. No…that is not the Dothraki way. I did my best to educate her on what she will expect when her husband claims her. The pain of her maidenhead rupture that will make her a woman. What might happen when his seeds soak her womb. I took a deep breath trying not to imagine what will happen.
Viserys came over wrapping his arms around me, "Why don't you return to the palace?"
The feast was still going even when the newlyweds have departed. Uncomfortable from the environment, I nodded as the guards escorted me to the palanquin. Personally, I rather ride on a horse to get out of here faster. But in the state of dress, I am unable too. So kindly saying goodbye to the Prince of Pentos, I was carried back to Magister Illyrio's estate. Although, just as I turned my head, I caught a glance of Ser Jorah Mormont looking at me with his blue eyes.
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Once back to the palace, I went straight to my chambers having a bath made immediately. I understand that the Dothraki have their own culture. Their own traditions of how a wedding from ceremony and reception is presented. However, there are some things that are meant in a bedchamber. Behind closed doors.
When the bath was ready, I stripped out of my clothes and removed the jewelry before getting into the bath. I took a sponge and started washing the sweat and dirt off my skin. Afterward, I soaked in the water. Unable to hold it in, my eyes water causing tears to fall. I should have fought harder for Daenerys. Talk with Magister Illyrio in private to find someone better. Someone of a different culture who is more compatible. Khal Drogo and Daenerys are on the opposites ends of the spectrum in society. Seeing all that violence at the wedding…makes me fear for her safety even more.
Viserys said the Dothraki warriors fight constantly. So maybe, Khal Drogo will die in battle and free Daenerys from her marital duties. It will cost us an army, but at least my sweet sister won't be exposed to such brutality and degrading environment. Realizing my face was red and eyes puffy, I had to fix myself before Viserys arrives. Removing the pins out of my hair, I dunk my head in hot water to resolve it. Afterward, I sat up and breathe.
I want to go home as any of my siblings do. However, what was home to Viserys is entirely opposite from mine. Ever since my birth, I was kept away because Father's paranoia. Afraid someone will poison me. The only place that felt like home was Braavos. Back to the house with the red door. We were a family there, Ser Willem as our surrogate father. Closing my eyes, I could envision it, the rooms were large, one in particular had great wooden beams with carved animal faces adorning them. The lemon trees that grew around the gardens. Dany and I climbing the tree, Viserys tossing lemons at us in his game. We were happy, or at least for Dany and I. Deep down King's Landing was Viserys home.
The sound of the door open, "Alysanne!"
"In here, Viserys!" I called out.
Viserys entered the bathing chambers and smirked, "Washing away the filthy wedding off your skin. Good, wouldn't want my wife to smell like horse shit."
"It has been a long day," I murmured.
"One that will give us our armies, as long as Khal Drogo keeps his word," Viserys said, as he began to strip. "I've noticed you had the servants set up a meal for us."
"I'd had a feeling the Dothraki cuisine won't be to your liking," I said. "I ordered your favorite."
Viserys smirked, "Aren't you considerate."
"Anything for you," I forced myself to say.
"Come here," he murmured.
I took a deep breath and got out of the bath until standing before him. Lilac eyes gazed upon my form. My body is slender, almost boney in a specific region. My breast slightly large due to the previous pregnancy. Viserys used to comment that there was something to gain from the loss. He lifted his hand and cupped my breast causing me to gasp. A smirk kissed his lips.
"I was thinking, since our brother-in-law custom has a way in intercourse, we should give it a try," he murmured, wrapping his other arm around me grasping my bum. "What do you say?"
"If you want to give it a try, we can," I mumbled.
Usually, our positions were him on top or I am. There were other positions, but to be taken from behind like some animal is…unsettling. But I have to do what I can to appease the dragon. With Daenerys gone, all his attention will be on me. One mistake and you will never know if he'll lash out. It has been a month since he last put his hand on me out of anger.
Viserys smirked doing something unpredicted as he picked me up in his arms and carried me to the bed. He laughed at my shock before dropping me on the bed.
"Would you like to eat first?" I offered, delaying the inevitable.
"After the first course," he said, stripping the rest of his clothes until he stood naked.
Not a second later he tackled me on the bed lips crashing into mine claiming dominance. I try to kiss back, wrapping my arms around him feeling his back. Remembering where he likes to be touch. It's best to get his urges over with so it can be done. Ignoring the hard touches, roughly grabbing and groping me. Suddenly he flipped me over and forced me on my hands and knees. Not a second later slipping his fingers inside to get me wet. I gasped, touching that small spot aroused me, yet he stopped when I became wet. Denying me my pleasure.
Not long after, he took his member and shoved it inside in one hard thrust. I cried out, not expecting it, grabbing the sheets as he thrust away. I closed my eyes trying to gain any pleasure from it. The moment I started to feel something, Viserys grabbed my hair yanking it hard. I cried out in pain, gasping each time he tugged my hair. Viserys didn't realize this, grunting and groaning as one hand pulled my hair and the smacked my bum hard repeatedly. After that I zoned out, let my mind go blank and let him do as he pleases. A trick I learn to ignore the sense of lust, pleasure, most importantly pain. My body still feeling him pounding away, his touches arousing it, yet I felt nothing.
It wouldn't be until he came did I return to my senses. Viserys panted, falling to the side of the bed panting utterly satisfied. I laid down grabbing the sheets to cover myself. My head and ass feeling sore from being pulled and spank. He didn't realize my discomfort, as he turned to face me.
"Maybe the Dothraki had something going," Viserys murmured. "Dominating a woman like that."
I merely nodded.
"Did you like it?" he asked.
"It…it was different," I answered.
"But you don't like it," he concluded.
"It's hard to like something after one try," I confessed.
That made him smirk, "Good."
His stomach grumbles ending the conversation. He chuckled as he got up to grab food that was waiting on the table. Out of sight, I rubbed my eyes to prevent tears from falling.
"Alysanne, come now before the food spoils!" Viserys playfully said.
I sighed, feeling disgusted inside. Knowing this was wrong, yet it was normal because I am a Targaryen. And a Targaryen must stay pure. But deep down…I rather break tradition and be loved. I want to be cherished, not an obligation. The only way I could be free from this eternal nightmare is one of us were dead.
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