Sister's Keeper
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A/N: Warning this chapter is rated M
Chapter 5: Vaes Dothrak
After a week Viserys came over to apologize for striking me. For him to apologize was rare, and knowing my brother-husband, he doesn't mean it. Not since we were children did, he ever meant his apologies. So, when he came to me to apologize, I knew it was his way to get me back in bed, to impregnate me. I told him no, which he growled but stopped when Aggo gave him a warning glare. His second attempt was returning my small property, my clothes, and jewelry. Again, it does not bring him back to my bed. How can I forgive him after he raped me as punishment for something I had no control over? He decided to harm the Khalasar's Khaleesi. He should be thankful that Daenerys allowed him to live instead of punishing me.
Seeing how far I was close to murdering Viserys, I had enough. I was taking a stand for myself. What happened was the final straw and Daenerys helped me realize it. Even if Viserys and I are married, I will have control over my body. Not him. He has his mistress, let him fuck her. I am done.
So, during our travels through the Dothraki Sea, I joined my sister near the front of the horde. Even had the opportunity to get to know my brother-in-law. Khal Drogo though aggressive and masculine around his warriors…he can be…nice inside the tent. He has a slight sense of humor too, although when translated it doesn't make sense. But his body langue makes it seem funny since he hardly breaks his neutral expression unless in a battle.
During the travels, I noticed Ser Jorah was absent. Rakharo explained Ser Jorah the Andal had to go to Qohor to send a message. I found this strange, wondering why would he send a message if he was an exiled knight. With Aggo by my side, we went to see Viserys might know about this. My brother-husband was not fazed by Ser Jorah's absence. Assuming Ser Jorah was sending a message to Pentos for Magister Illyrio updating him on our whereabouts. It seemed logical, but the man could have told us in person. Two weeks later Jorah returned with fresh supplies. What surprised me was when he came to my tent with a gift. It was a surcoat, in burgundy with small embroidery details of desert flowers.
"Why?" I asked.
"I recall some of your dresses were ripped," Ser Jorah said. "Forgive me if it's not enough."
"It's enough," I assure him. "Thank you."
I put the surcoat on and fasten the sides feeling more decent now. No longer did the warriors stared at me with lustful eyes. Viserys from a distance also seemed pleased in modesty. Still, it was strange that Ser Jorah would be gracious enough to give me such a humble gift. Considering businesses on the coast can be expensive. Either way, I am thankful for what he has done since most of my dresses have been ripped by Viserys.
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After what could possibly be three months of traveling from Pentos through Ghoyan Drohe, Novos, Qohor, Vaes Khadokh, and the Dothraki Sea we finally made it to Vaes Dothrak. The environment changing to be more civil, in what could possibly be a road lead a trail to two tall statues of stallions. I was fascinated, never considering the Dothraki were able to carve such statues that I could compare it to the Titan of Braavos.
Khal Drogo and his bloodrider immediately gave a battle cry before galloping ahead towards the city. I chuckled, reminding me of adolescent men wanting to race to the finish line. Daenerys watched amazed in the change between the Khalasar from the fields to their city.
"Vaes Dothrak – the city of the horselords." 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 my army."
"Ever consider the majority of the army is here and we are collecting them," I said.
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 are that he needed to fetch the other Khals and their Khalasar to increase the numbers? My brother-husband scowled and started riding off ahead. We gave him some distance before Daenerys lead the rest of the Khalasar towards the city.
"If my brother was given an army of Dothraki, could you conquer the Seven Kingdoms?" Daenerys asked Ser Jorah.
"The Dothraki have never crossed the Narrow Sea. The 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 civilize. Letting his sisters sleep in a hut not having a care. In his quarters he had a bath drawn, and scented candles lit all around. All he wanted is to wash the months' worth of filth off his body and lay in a good bed. Of course, being denied of his sister-wife's body to satisfied his needs, 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 the last dragon … "
"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 is it 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. Don't get him wrong, he is pleased in his sister-wife satisfying him, compliant in bed. But he finds her a bit of a prune.
"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 closes. 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 to 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.
"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."
His hand slid under the water to Doreah mons rubbering between her folds until inserting his fingers, "There was Ghiscar and Valryon, Vermithrax, Essovius –"
Doreah gasped when he teased her clit.
"Archonei, Meraxes," he lifted her up and slide her down his member causing her to moan, "Vhaegar and Balerion the Dread…whose fire forged the Seven Kingdoms into one."
Viserys leaned up kissing her passionately, Doreah kissed back moving her hips with him still inside her. Her hands going through his hair. Lost in the moment and curious she then asked, "What happened to the skulls?"
Viserys stopped pulling back, "I don't know. The usurper had them smashed to powder, I expect." He kissed her, "Scattered to the wind."
They continued to kiss until she pulled away, "That's very sad."
"Yes, it is," Viserys said annoyed, no longer in a mood since it reminded him that his family is near extinction. He grabbed her wrist roughly. "What did I buy you for? To make me sad?"
"No, Your Grace," Doreah answered nervously. "To, uh, teach your sister."
"To teach my sister how to be a better lover?" He sarcastically replied. "You think I bought you to make 'Khal Drogo' happy?"
Doreah didn't know how to respond to that.
"Oh, you pretty little idiot.," Viserys said, with a scoff, leaning back in the tub. "Go on then. Get on with it."
Lifting his legs up jolting her to start moving. Doreah gasped, until realizing she upset the dragon. She has heard the phrase from Daenerys, and also seen the bruises on Alysanne along with what causes them. Not wanting to upset the king, she rested her hands on his shoulders and started moving her hips to pleasure him. Viserys didn't look at her, closing his eyes and savoring the feeling. Letting his mind wander to a small memory back in Pentos where he had sex with Alysanne. Of course, he slipped an aphrodisiac potion into her wine that he bought off from a merchant from Lys. Yet that was possibly the best affair they had. Starting from the bath all the way to the bed. Her skin smoothed as silk, flawless to his touch, her breast rounded and plump, sensitive to the touch while her face expressed pleasure. Viserys grew hard imagining it was Alysanne riding him until he finally came.
He opened his eyes staring into hazel eyes instead of indigo. A frown kissed his lips, as he forced Doreah off of him and got out of the bath. Drying off quickly, and putting on his clothes, then went to find his sister-wife. The Dragon won't deny that he can be rough with her, unable to control his strength and temper. But Alysanne brought a primal side to him, dominating with power when the rest of the world rejected him.
Cautiously he reached sector where his sisters would be. Hiding amongst the shadows till coming across the hut where Alysanne rest. He took behind, opening the flap to see what his sister-wife was doing. He spotted her, on her makeshift bed sewing. She wore her evening gown exposing her arms and cleavage, humming a song from their childhood. Viserys recognize the song being Dance of the Dragons, a ballad that told the story of two dying lovers admits the Doom of Valyria. These moments did Viserys see the real beauty of his sister-wife, feeling the guilt stirring inside him. Before their mother, Queen Rhaella went into labor she told Viserys to protect his sister. He did that until they come of age…and when Alysanne sold their mother's crown…everything just snapped. Survival was necessary, with a young Daenerys…but Viserys felt like it was an act of betrayal…the one thing he couldn't let go.
Taking a deep breath, known as King he needed his sister-wife on his side and produce an heir, he moved around to the entrance to get her back. However, he stopped hearing Dothraki heathens approaching. Quickly he hid behind another tent, watching Khal Drogo and Ser Jorah walking. The two were sharing a conversation, one that seemed humorous. Ser Jorah mentioned something that made Khal Drogo laughed, pounding the Andal's back that nearly knocked him down. The Exile Knight adjusted himself, as the two said goodnight. Drogo went into his hut, while Ser Jorah stood there glancing at Alysanne hut.
Viserys observed scowling, seeing the knight standing there listening to his sister-wife humming. Under the moonlight, the Dragon could see what he assumed was fancying Alysanne. That made Viserys angry, easy to get jealous at any man who dares holds interest to his sister-wife. Before he could step out to punch Ser Jorah in the face, the Exile Knight left the area.
Knowing he has to earn Alysanne trust back, he returned to his quarters.
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Alysanne's 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 our brother had inherited our father's madness. Being young, the madness has taken the form of enraging impulses. Let alone the angry he has built up of people laughing at him, calling the beggar king. But I did not tell her this. Deep down, I thought it would be best to discuss our family history with Daenerys and explained that even though our ancestors came to Westeros under Conquest, they have done terrible things that lead to countless wars. There are two sides to a story, and I was afraid to tell her the dark side.
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 sweet sister tries hard to see the good in people. Even though there are some who can't be changed. Then again, I could be wrong.
When all is set, Doreah went to invite Viserys over for supper. I was not comfortable, feeling unease and stomach twisting. Wondering what Viserys will do in trying to get me back in bed or force me again. 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 him.
"Hush now. It's all right." Daenerys said. "Irri, take her and leave us."
"Yes, Khaleesi," Irri said, standing up and collected Doreah before leaving.
"Why did you hit her?!" Daenerys asked.
"How many times do I have to tell you? You do not command me," Viserys growled.
"She wasn't commanding you," I said stepping in between. "We wanted to invite you to supper."
Viserys glanced seeing 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."
A belt struck me, I gasped then got serious, "Stop Viserys –stop it!"
Viserys shoved me aside that I banged into the chest where the dragon eggs were. I gasped, from the shock of pain into my hip. Daenerys tried to rush over, but Viserys blocked her.
"You would turn me into one of them, wouldn't you? Next, you'll want to braid my hair." He sneered.
"You've no right to a braid. You've won no victories yet." Daenerys snapped.
"You do not talk back to me!" Viserys exclaimed, smacking her across the face knocking her down and continue to smack her. "You are a horselord's slut. And now you've woken the dragon—"
Thinking about her condition of being pregnant, I grabbed the closest object which was a walking staff and struck him hard in the back. Viserys gasped, turning around only I struck him again that added enough force to get him off Daenerys. She quickly scurries away standing behind me. Viserys stood up in shock.
"I am a Khaleesi of the Dothraki!" Daenerys bellowed. "I am the wide of the great Khal, and I carry his son inside me. The next time you raised a hand to us will be the last time you have hands. "
"Now get out!" I ordered.
"Alys…" He whispered bewildered, using my nickname.
"Get out!" I screamed, jabbing him in the chest that knocked him out of the hut. Through the tarp we saw him steady himself, glaring at us before leaving. I panted, then groaned feeling my pain in my side that I collapsed onto my knees.
"Alysanne," Daenerys said kneeling down to my level, lifting up my skirt to get a better look of my hip where it started to swell. "I will get Jhijui to fetch a healer."
I stopped her, getting a better look of her face seeing her cheek red but no sign of other severe injuries. "Are you all right?"
"I'm fine," Daenerys said. "But what about you?"
I sighed, "I just signed my death warrant."
I struck Viserys with a staff. The impulse just happened, seeing Viserys attacking Daenerys that I saw red. I made a promise to protect my sister from harm. Even if it's from family. Either way, I fear Viserys will come up with his revenge and punish me severely.
"No, you haven't," Daenerys said, hugging me. "I won't let Viserys harm you again."
I hugged her back looking over her shoulders staring at the dragon eggs. Seeing they were not damaged from the fall. For a second, I thought I saw the bronze egg move, only to deny it considering the impact from the fall cause it to roll slightly.
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Daenerys had Ser Jorah come to my hut where there was privacy. He was our confidant, able to talk to him without repercussion. All evening I couldn't speak realizing how much trouble I was in. I struck Viserys…three times. If he doesn't take Daenerys threat seriously, then I will be beaten again. I was scared, afraid what will happen when I leave my hut.
"Alysanne, what happened?" Ser Jorah asked.
"I hit him," I whispered. "I hit the dragon."
"Your brother Rhaegar was the last dragon," Ser Jorah said. "Viserys is less than the shadow of a snake."
"He is still the true king," I said.
"The truth now: do you want to see your brother sitting on the Iron Throne?" Ser Jorah asked.
"No," Daenerys and I said in unison.
"But the common people are waiting for him," Daenerys added. "Illyrio said they are sewing dragon banners and praying for his return."
"The common people pray for rain, health, and a summer that never ends." Ser Jorah said. "They don't care what games the high lords play."
"What do you pray for, Ser Jorah?" I asked.
"Home," he answered.
"I pray for home too," I agreed. "My brother-husband will never take back the Seven Kingdoms."
"He couldn't lead an army even if my husband gave him one," Daenerys added, as the realization came. "He'll never take us home."
"I cannot say," Ser Jorah said.
It makes sense now why Khal Drogo took us here to Vaes Dothrak. He was pulling us further away from the West to keep Daenerys by his side. Viserys and I could leave, but not my sister. I don't think I can abandon her. It makes me question why Magister Illyrio made this match. Was he indeed on our side or does he serve for Robert Baratheon? Is he one of Lord Varys, the Master of Whisperers spy? In the end, Viserys won't be sitting on the Iron Throne. My brother-husband presented him barely as a king. Damn the line of succession of men.
If only Rhaegar were still alive. Rhaegar had something planned. I remembered it when playing with Rhaenys, stating there would be changes once he was king. Something about ending the curse in our family. Growing up, I thought he meant the madness. No more of incestual marriages. But Rhaegar, like all men, he toke a woman as if she was property and that lead to a war.
And I'm stuck in hell.
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