*ITALICS = DOTHRAKI
**BOLD = DRAGONS TALKING**
After a while, Drogo brought Reuel in so that his mother could feed him. He notices that Daenerys is holding Rhaego and is rocking him to sleep. The dragons have left the tent and are flying around, shrieking happily at the birth of their siblings.
Drogo kneels next to Rhaesa and runs his finger down her cheek. She stirs and opens her eyes. Rhaesa smiles up at her husband, *Is the celebration over?*
He chuckles, *The celebration has only begun. The Khalasar will celebrate well into the night. I have brought our son; he's hungry.*
Drogo hands Reuel to Rhaesa then helps her sit up. He gets in behind her so that she can lean against him. Rhaesa uncovers herself and offers her breast to the baby. He searches for her nipple, then latches on and begins to nurse. The baby looks up at Rhaesa with big violet eyes, then slowly they start to close, his little hands kneading her breast as he nurses. Rhaesa smiles down at her son and runs her finger down his cheek.
Daenerys walks over and lays Rhaego down next to Rhaesa in the pallet of furs that have been prepared for the twins. The baby is fast asleep, *I'll leave the two of you alone with your children.*
*I am grateful for all of your help, Sister,* Drogo tells Dany.
Dany smiles, *Anything for my sister and nephews.*
With a smile, Daenerys leaves the tent to join the celebration. Inside the tent, all is quiet; the only sound that can be heard is Reuel making little grunting noises as he feeds and Rhaego's light snoring. Rhaesa sighs as she looks at her sons, *This is perfect, our sons are perfect.*
*Yes they are, and they are so beautiful, like their mother,* Drogo tells his wife then leans down to kiss her. Rhaesa snuggles more into her husband's warmth.
When Reuel finishes nursing, Rhaesa's nipple falls out of his mouth. She sits up and places the baby on her shoulder to burp him. Once he's been burped, Rhaesa swaddles him up, and Drogo slips from behind Rhaesa to take the baby and put him with his brother. Rhaesa lies down, and Drogo covers her.
*Sleep, Moon of My Life, you look exhausted. I shall be here to watch the children.*
*I'm fine, My Warrior Love. Why don't you join the celebration? I'm sure the Khalasar is expecting their Khal to be there.*
*I do not want to leave you and the children alone.*
*We'll be fine, the boys will sleep for a while and so will I. If anything happens, Rakharo is outside keeping watch, and the dragons will be back soon.*
*Can they be trusted around our sons?*
*Yes, they are pleased to have new siblings. They will not harm them.*
Drogo hesitates for a moment, but he sees that Rhaesa will not be awake for much longer. He nods and kisses Rhaesa, *If you need anything, send for me.*
*I will.*
*Sleep well, Moon of My Life.*
With that, Rhaesa snuggled into the furs and fell asleep. Drogo checks one last time on his sons and leaves the tent.
Meanwhile, Viserys is sulking in his tent. It was bad enough that Rhaesa was having a boy, but now she has two. This was something he could not allow. He couldn't let children that were not true Targaryens take what was his; the Iron Throne was his. Rhaella had crown him king, and Viserys was not going to give that up for anything. Perhaps if he killed Rhaesa and her savage sons, the dragons would finally be his. After all, the males were more valuable to him.
With his decision made, Viserys leaves his tent. He carefully makes his way through Vaes Dothrak, avoiding those that were celebrating the birth of the savage's sons. As he neared the Rhaesa's tent, Viserys noticed that there was only one guard. He knew there was no way he could kill Rakharo or whatever the savage's name was. So he decided to sneak around and see if there was another way into the tent.
Viserys sneaks around the tent in the dark, careful not to make a sound. He gets to the back of the tent then lifts the bottom of the tent. Viserys pushes his sword in first then wiggles his way under into the tent. The shelter is dimly lit and very warm, he notices that the dragons are not there. A crazed look enters his face; the idea Viserys has is that if he can spill Rhaesa's blood then burn her body, the dragons will be his to control. Fire and Blood.
Viserys makes his way over to the sleeping babes and looks down at them. He is disgusted by what he sees; they look nothing like Targaryens; he will not feel guilty spilling impure blood. Viserys unsheaths his sword and is about to slay the children, but he thinks better of it. Instead, he'll wake Rhaesa so that she can see him slaughter her children.
Viserys walks over to Rhaesa and slaps her awake, "Wake up, whore."
Rhaesa is startled away by the slap; she looks around bleary-eyed until her eyes focus on Viserys, who is standing over her sneering.
"Viserys, what are you doing here?"
"Am I not allowed to visit my nephews, sweet sister?"
Rhaesa eyes him suspiciously, "Of course you are brother, but I don't think now is the right time."
"I'm not interested in what you think, I want to see the little savages now," Viserys walks to where the twins are sleeping, "Not a drop of Targaryen blood, they don't deserve the Iron Throne or to live."
"Viserys, what are you talking about?"
Viserys looks at his sister, "I'm not going to let that savage give my throne to his bastard sons. The Iron Throne is mine."
"Viserys, what are you doing?"
Viserys unsheaths his sword, "Putting these creatures out of their misery. And once they are dead, sister, you will join them, then the dragons will be mine."
"Don't Viserys! Leave my babies alone. If you want to kill me, go ahead, but let my sons live."
Viserys laughs a crazed laugh, "Where is the fun in that, sister? I want you to see as I spill the royal savages' blood in their sacred city. I want to see you suffer, as you have made me suffer, Then I will slit your throat and leave you here bleeding to death!"
Rhaesa began to crawl toward her children, too weak from childbirth to stand, "Please, Viserys, don't do this, I beg you."
"Beg all you want, sweet sister. Nothing is going to stop me from destroying these creatures," Viserys raises his sword above his head.
"VISERYS, NO!"
Just as he's about to bring the sword down, he's tackled to the ground by Balerion. At the sound of Balerion's roar, the babies wake up. Meraxes and Drogon come in moments later, Meraxes goes to his mother while Drogon encircles the wailing babies and purrs to calm them down.
Viserys struggles to get Balerion off of him, but he can't budge the dragon. Balerion snaps his teeth at Viserys, causing him to scream.
"Rhae, get him off me, please."
Rhaesa stands with the help of Meraxes, "No, I don't think so, sweet brother. Balerion, take this filth to your father. Meraxes, Drogon, go with your brother, I'll take care of the twins."
**Are you sure, Mother,** Drogon asks, **I can stay and help you.**
"Thank you, Drogon, but I have a feeling your father will want you with him."
Viserys' eyes widen, "You can talk to the dragons!"
Rhaesa ignores him and picks up her babies, who have are now only whimpering. Balerion grabs Viserys by the scruff of his tunic and hauls him towards the entrance. Rakharo runs in when he hears the commotion going on inside. He didn't think anything of it when the dragons rushed into the tent, but when he heard the roar and the babies crying, he came in to see what happened.
*Khaleesi, what happened, did the dragons hurt the babies?*
*No, Rakharo, they saved my sons from being killed by Viserys.*
*What?! How did that shit get in here?*
*He must have crawled in through the back of the tent.*
*I'm sorry for failing you, Khaleesi, I should have been paying closer attention.*
*It's alright, Rakharo, Balerion caught him. No harm was done, but I want you to go with them to the Khal.*
**If the human is going, I'm staying!** Meraxes says.
*No, I want all of you to go. Send Ser Barristan.*
*Right away, Khaleesi.* With that, Rakharo and the dragons left with a screaming Viserys.
The celebration of the birth of Drogo's sons was in full swing. People were laughing, drinking, eating, and fucking. Drogo sat on the dais watching the festivities, though he couldn't help worry about his wife and sons. He hadn't seen Viserys in a while and wondered if the idiot was plotting something. The more Drogo thought of Viserys, the more worried he would get.
Drogo decided he had stayed long enough and was about to leave when he heard Meraxes' voice, **Father!** The dragon roared.
Drogo looked up and saw the people part for the dragons. His eyes narrowed when he noticed that Balerion was dragging Viserys, Drogo stood up, *What happened?*
*Great Khal, I was standing guard when the dragons rushed into the tent. I did not think anything of it at first until I heard a roar. When I went in, Balerion was dragging this piece of shit towards the entrance.*
Drogo looked at Balerion, *What happened, Balerion?*
Balerion threw Viserys in front of Drogo, ** We felt Mother's distress and rushed back to the nest to check on her when I saw this human about to kill our siblings with, what Mother has told us, a sword.
Drogo roared, *Jorah!*
Ser Jorah pushed his way through the crowd, *Yes, Great Khal?*
*Translate!*
Jorah bows.
"Jini me, ha fin yer zhorre nakhaan, yer tikh athdrivar!"
Viserys looks at Jorah, worried, "What did he say, Mormont?"
"For what you have done, you will die."
Viserys whimpers, then he stands up straight, "You cannot kill me, I am a dragon."
Jorah translates what Viserys said, Drogo laughs, *Let's see how much of dragon he is. Balerion, kill him.*
**With pleasure, Father.**
Balerion and his brothers encircle Viserys. He looks around, confused, "Mormont, what's going on?"
"This is your execution, Your Grace. You will die by Dragonfire," Jorah informs him.
Viserys lets out a hysterical laugh, "You can't kill me, fire cannot kill a dragon."
Jorah translates, Drogo leans forward, "You are no dragon. Drakarys."
On their father's command, all three dragons take a deep breath; their chests start glowing red with Dragonfire, and at the same time, the dragons unleash their flames. Balerion's fire is black, while Meraxes' flame is silver, and Drogon's is blood red.
Viserys stand there proudly then he is engulfed by the flames; he doesn't feel it at first, but then his skin starts to blister, and he lets out a high pitch scream as the fires burn his body. Viserys' screams stop, and his body falls to the ground, charred beyond all recognition. The dragons look at their father, who nods. Immediately, they descend on the carcass and begin to devour it.
Drogo smirks, *No one hurts my family and lives.*
Drogo leaves his sons feasting on the remains of Viserys Targaryen. He tells everyone to go on with the celebration, but Drogo has decided he's had enough. All he wants is to be with his wife and children.
Drogo nods at Ser Barristan as he walks into his tent. Once inside, he sees Rhaesa nursing both of their sons. He chuckles at the sound of the babies grunting contently as they eat. Rhaesa looks up and smiles at her husband, *I'm glad you're back.*
*As am I, Moon of My Life. I'm sorry I wasn't here to defend you against your brother.*
*It's alright, My Warrior Love, the dragons took care of Viserys.*
*Yes, they did, I had them execute him with their Dragonfire. You were right all along; he was no dragon.*
Rhaesa looked down at her babies. Drogo comes and takes a seat next to her, *Are you upset that he's dead?*
*No, I think it's better this way. Viserys would have always seen our sons as a threat, and he would never have rested until they were dead.*
Drogo kisses the side of Rhaesa's head, *He is gone now, and I promise no one will harm our children.*
Rhaesa looks up at Drogo and kisses him, *I know that you won't let anything happen to them.*
When the babies finish nursing, Rhaesa hands Reuel to Drogo and shows him how to burp the babe. Once they have both been burped and changed for the night, Rhaesa puts Rhaego and Reuel in the pallet of furs next to their bed. She kisses her sons and covers them up.
Drogo lays a hand on her shoulder, *Come; it's time for you to rest.*
Drogo kisses his sons goodnight then leads Rhaesa over to their bed, she lays down, and he covers her up. Drogo then strips and gets in bed with his wife. Rhaesa lays her head on his chest and sighs, while Drogo wraps his arms around her.
*Goodnight, Moon of My Life.*
*Goodnight, My Warrior Love.*
With that, they settle down and listen to the soft sounds of their sons breathing. A little while later, Balerion, Meraxes, and Drogon come into the tent. Balerion lies down by the fire so he can keep watch, while Meraxes lies down closer to his parents. And Drogon curls himself around the babies' pallet to keep them safe and warm.
As soon as the dragons have taken their positions, they all close their eyes and fall asleep, still mindful of any danger that may approach their family.