ITALICS = DOTHRAKI

BOLD = DRAGONS TALKING

While Rhaesa and Daenerys were eating, Irri, Jhiqui, and Doreah came into the tent, *Khaleesi, I got you a dress from one of the other women that will fit you,* Irri said as she held out the dress to Rhaesa.

She didn't notice the hatchlings laying by the fire until Doreah gasped. Irri and Jhiqui looked at Doreah, who's staring wide-eyed at the dragons. They followed her gaze; Irri covered her mouth when she saw the pile of hatchlings lying on the ground, while Jhiqui gaped.

"Are those what I think they are, Khaleesi," Doreah asked.

"Yes, Doreah, they're baby dragons."

"Where did they come from," Irri asked.

"From the eggs that Daenerys and I had, the fire last night made them hatch. Would you like to see them?"

Irri and Doreah looked at each other, then looked at Rhaesa and Daenerys, "They won't hurt us?"

"Of course not. The hatchlings need to get used to other people anyway," Daenerys tells them.

Doreah smiles, "I'd like to touch them."

Irri nod, "So would I."

"Me too," Jhiqui added.

Rhaesa takes the dress from Irri and changes first, then with the help of her sister; she kneels by the fire, so does Dany. Rhaesa nudges her little ones awake.

"Little Ones?"

The males look up at their mother and yawn, **Yes, Mother,** They say in unison.

"I would like you to meet three people that will be helping us care for you."

**Will they are caring for us as well, Mother,** Vhagar asks her mother.

"Yes, My sweet, they will be caring for you as well."

Irri, Jhiqui, and Doreah looked at each other, "Do you understand them, Khaleesi?"

Rhaesa nods, "And so does Daenerys."

"That's amazing, Khaleesi," Jhiqui says.

Rhaesa smiles, "Come closer. Let us introduce you to our children."

The girls kneel by the fire near to the dragons but not too close. Rhaesa picks Drogon and shows him to the girls.

"Drogon, this is Irri, Jhiqui, and Doreah. They are mine and your aunt's servants. They are going to help us care for you."

Drogon stares at the girls with his red eyes, making them uncomfortable. He lowered his head and made a chirping noise.

"What is he saying, Khaleesi?"

"He wants you to pet him."

The girls hesitated, then Doreah steeled her nerves and reached out for the hatchling. She smiled when Drogon licked her hand and purred. Once the other girls saw that he was safe, they too petted Drogon. After that, Rhaesa and Daenerys picked up each dragon so that they could meet the girls.

After the hatchlings were introduced to the girls, Rhaesa and Daenerys told the girls how the hatchlings needed to be cared for and how their food needed to be prepared.

"For the most part, Dany and I will be taking care of them, but when we need to leave the tent, we will need at least two of you to sit with them until we return. And after the baby is born, I will depend more on you to help me with the boys."

"Yes, Khaleesi," The girls answer.

"Should we introduce them to Ser Barristan and Ser Jorah," Dany asked.

"Yes, but later, I think we should go talk with Drogo and tell him what happened."

Dany nods. They inform their children that they will be right back.

"I need to go talk to your father. I need to tell him what happened last night."

A wave of understanding comes from the male dragons, **Alright, Mother, we will see you soon.**

Rhaesa smiles at her sons, then she and Daenerys leave the tent.

Meanwhile, Drogo is talking to his Khalasar, trying to figure out how the fire started last night. He asks if anyone saw anything suspicious. Ser Barristan steps forward, *Khal Drogo, I think the fire was set on purpose.*

*Why do you say that, Barristan?*

*Because I was standing guard and someone knocked me unconscious. When I came to the tent was on fire.*

Drogo's eyes narrow, *Another assassination attempt?*

Viserys laughed when Jorah translated for him, "I think it was more than an attempt, to me, it looked like it succeeded. Now that his spawn is dead, he will honor his agreement."

Drogo looked at Jorah for him to translate. Jorah hesitated then told Drogo what Viserys said. Drogo's eyes narrowed, then he lunged for Viserys, grabbing him by the throat, "Rek's fin zalat, beggar king. Ha eyak tat tikh driv," He spat then tossed Viserys to the ground.

"What did he say, Mormont?" Viserys asked as he rubbed his neck.

"He said, That's what you want, Beggar King. For them to be dead."

"Whether I wanted them dead or not, the fact remains that Rhaesa and Daenerys are dead. Nothing is holding him here anymore. I want my army to march to Westeros."

"You're wrong, Brother, Drogo still has me," Rhaesa tells Viserys as she walks past him and hugs her husband.

Drogo hugs Rhaesa back and places his hand on her large belly.

Viserys' mouth falls open when he sees his sisters alive and unharmed, "How did you survive the fire?"

"You of all people should know, Viserys. Fire cannot kill a dragon," Daenerys tells him. "I'm sure you were hoping we died in that fire brother, alas, your wish did not come true."

Jorah steps closer to Viserys, "It wasn't you who set the fire, was it?"

Viserys backs away, "Of course not, I was with Doreah last night when it happened."

Jorah translates for Drogo, who looks at Viserys suspiciously, *Bring the girl here to confirm that he's telling the truth.*

Rakharo bows and is about to leave when Rhaesa speaks up, *That isn't necessary, I know it wasn't Viserys.*

*How do you know, Moon of My Life?*

*I know because a man came into the tent and stabbed me in the heart and the belly,* Rhaesa said as she laid a hand on her stomach.

Ser Jorah and Ser Barristan looked at each other, *It would seem that Khal Drogo was correct. It was another assassination attempt. The man who stabbed you, Khaleesi, was from the guild of the Sorrowful Men in Qarth.* Ser Barristan tells them, *They always whisper they're sorry in their victim's ear when they kill them.*

Drogo roared in anger, *I will not let this go unpunished! I will destroy the king that tried to kill my wife and son! And to my son, the stallion who will mount the world. I will also pledge a gift. I will give him the iron chair that his mother's father sat upon. I will give him Seven Kingdoms. I, Drogo, will do this. I will take my Khalasar west to where the world ends and ride wooden horses across the black salt water as no Khal has done before. I will kill the men in iron suits and tear down their stone houses. I will rape their women, take their children as slaves, and bring their broken gods back to Vaes Dothrak. This, I vow. I, Drogo, son of Bharbo, I swear before the Mother of Mountains as the sun look down in witness!*

Viserys looks on as Drogo makes his speech. Ser Jorah translates for him, and he turns red with anger. This savage cannot conquer the Seven Kingdoms just to give them to his half breed son. Viserys would not allow that.

Drogo's speech was so emotional and empowering that no one bothered to ask Rhaesa how she survived a stab wound. She was glad that no one noticed. Rhaesa wasn't sure that the Dothraki would be able to handle her powers, or would they label her a witch.

As the Khalasar cheered and carried on, overall, the noise, Drogo could hear his sons calling for him. **Father, Mother!**

The little dragons were desperate to get to their parents after feeling their father's emotions and listening to him give his speech. Drogo looks down at his wife, *Do you hear them, Moon of My Life? I can feel their desperation to be with us.*

*I can too.*

At that moment, Irri comes running up to Rhaesa, *Khaleesi, the boys are upset they keep trying to get out of the tent.*

Drogo and Rhaesa look at each other, *Wrap them in a blanket and bring them here.*

*Are you sure that's a good idea?*

Drogo runs his finger across Rhaesa's cheek, *Yes, I do. The Khalasar need to know that we are invincible.*

Dany heard this and nodded, *Irri tell Doreah to do the same with my girls and bring them here. They won't be a problem.*

Irri bows and takes off back to Dany's tent. By this time, Rhaesa and Daenerys have mentally told their hatchling what's about to happen and that they need to remain calm. A few moments later, Irri and Doreah show up with two bundles and hands them to their mothers.

Drogo raises his hands to quiet down the Khalasar. *The armies of Westeros will fall at our feet with the might of our army, but they will also tremble and feel despair at the sounds of the roars of our dragons!

The Khalasar looks at Khal Drogo, confused. He opens the bundles and pulls out the three baby dragons, Rhaesa hold Balerion and Meraxes while Drogo climbs his father and settles around his neck.

*We have not three but six dragons, the men in the iron suits, will burn! We will be invincible!*

The entire Khalasar stare at Khal Drogo and Khaleesi Rhaesa in awe. They begin to chant, *Dragons! Dragons! Dragons!*

As the chanting goes on, Viserys becomes more livid. He would not let his crown be taken from him. He was the last dragon, and he deserves those dragons.

"NO!" Viserys screamed.

Everyone stopped chanting and looked at him.

"I am the rightful king of Westeros. I am the last dragon. Those dragons belong to me! I order you to give me my dragons."

"Have you gone mad, Viserys?"

"No, I only want what is rightfully mine. My crown and those dragons." Viserys said.

As he walked up to Rhaesa to take the dragons from her, Balerion and Meraxes hissed and reared up against Viserys, spreading their wings to appear more prominent. Inhaling to make their chest glow with fire. Viserys stopped then tried to reach for only Balerion anyway. Balerion snapped at Viserys and growled.

"You will not take our children from us, Viserys, or I promise you, you will regret it."

He tried one more time, but this time, all the dragons, including Dany's, were hissing and snapping at him. Viserys had no choice but to back down. He glared at his sisters then stalked away.