I failed to mention in the last chapter that this will be a book/show fusion. I'll take the best changes from the books the show made and ignore the bad ones. Example: the Dorne plot from the show will cease to exist. I'll even include characters from the book that the show didn't but I won't say which
I'll go with the book version of the Dothraki wedding.
Chapter 1: Two Halves of the Same Soul
It was far worse than he could ever imagine. Viserys and Illyrio had arranged for Daenerys to marry a Dothraki Khal named Drogo. If it wasn't for Dany calming him down he would've killed them both in an instant. She didn't want her brothers to fight when they just got back together.
"I'm apoplectic!" Daemon exclaimed once he entered Dany's chambers.
Dany closed the door behind them, "Yes, you've mentioned that...more than once...in the past five minutes." She sighed as Daemon paced through the room.
"How could Viserys be so stupid!?" The younger twin stopped his pacing, "Does he not know what the Dothraki are known for? They won't honor whatever agreement Viserys made. They're afraid of the damn ocean! What are the chances of them even considering getting a boat to Westeros?" He ranted.
"Can we stop talking about it?" Dany asked almost pleading. "I just want to focus on my brothers return."
Daemon calmed himself when he saw her teary eyes, "I'm sorry." He walked up to her and wrapped his hands around her in a tight embrace. Being the same height they put their head on each other's shoulders, "I forgot myself." He closed his eyes losing himself in her arms. Against his own wishes, he pulled away and looked in her eyes, "How have you been?"
She let out a shaky breath, "I've been managing." She nodded, "I've been keeping a strong front."
Daemon smiled assuringly, "Of course you have, you are the blood of the dragon."
Dany smiled, "We are." She replied, "The three of us are." She added dropping her smile.
Daemon kept himself from frowning, "Yes, the three of us. Like Aegon, Rhaenys, and Visenya."
Dany's expression turned indifferent, "We need the Dothraki, we can't go back home without an army."
Daemon knew she was right. They can't be conquerers without an army. "I won't trade you for any army. I'll kill Drogo myself if I have to."
"Please don't put yourself in danger for me." She pleaded, "If something happened to you because of me-"
"It would be for you." He quickly objected, "And I'm not the same boy who needed to be protected anymore. That reminds me." He reached behind himself and pulled out a dagger from his belt. "I want you to have this."
Dany looked at the dagger mesmerized. The blade of the dagger shined, the grey handle had a dragonscale design, the hilt looked like two dragon heads facing up towards the tip of the blade making a crescent shape with an oval rainbow white opal in the center and mirroring stone of Dragonglass on the other side. "It's beautiful." She said in awe as she took it in hand.
"This isn't a toy." He began, "I'll train you how to use it myself. It isn't as simple as just stabbing people."
She gave him a frown, "I know that." She looked down at the dagger feeling for the weight, "Can we begin now?"
Daemon smiled at her enthusiasm, "Eat first. You'll need your energy. I won't go easy on you." He warned.
Dany smiled at him, "I wouldn't want you to. We can't let Viserys see this."
They shared a frown. Viserys, like most men, believes wan to be lower than men. "No, we can't." He agrees, "But don't worry over it now. Now you name it."
She gave him a confused look, "I thought only swords are named."
He shrugged before speaking, "Traditionally they are but we are anything but traditional." He smirked.
She smiled in return before she looked down at the dagger. She looked into the opal. It was colored like a dream. "Then I shall name it, Dream."
"Why dream?" Daemon wondered.
She looked down at the stone caringly, "When I look into this stone I see all sorts of magnificent colors. I see the red of the Red Keep, the green of the fields of the Reach, the blue of the shores of Tarth." She turned the blade around to see the obsidian, "And when I look at this one, I see Dragonstone, Balerion the Black Dread and...us." Dany looked back at him, "In my dreams, we set sail to Westeros together...always together."
"I have that dream too." He replied with a small smile, "I've dreamt of it many times. So many times that I've lost count." Daemon chuckled, "I won't lie, sometimes I dream of us having dragons flying above us."
Dany let out a laugh, "If only." She lifted the dagger, "This will be my dragon."
"Just don't try to fly with it." He got a smack on his arm in return. He took the dagger's scabbard from his belt, "Here, put it away and hide it."
She took the small scabbard and sheathed the blade. Daemon watched entranced as she walked to her dresser and put the dagger all the way in the back. When she turned around he quickly snapped out of his stupor.
"So when will he arrive?" Daemon asked almost bitterly.
"He's already here." She replied getting a confused look from her twin, "He has a manse here in Pentos. From what Viserys told me his manse is just as grand as this one, more so even. We will arrive tonight to attend a great feast."
"And then what?" Daemon asked.
"I don't know, Viserys hasn't told me." Dany replied.
"Perhaps Viserys doesn't know either." He replied bitterly.
Viserys never thought anything through even when they were children. He always spoke before he thought. They call him the Beggar King and that only fed his rage further.
"We could always run away." Daemon suddenly suggested, "Just say the word and we could leave right now."
"Where would we go?" Dany asked unsurely.
"Anywhere, anywhere where we could be free." He pushed.
She thought about it deeply and sighed. If they did run and Viserys found them the consequences would be dire, "We shouldn't talk of such things." She replied walking past him.
Before Daemon could object there was a knock on the door, "Come." Dany signaled.
A servant girl opened the door and walked in, "My Prince, King Viserys has summoned you to his chambers." She bowed her head.
Daemon glanced over to his sister before speaking, "Tell him I will be but a moment." He said and she bowed before walking away.
"He'll probably tell you to change." Dany assumed.
He rolled his eyes, "Probably. I will see you later?" He asked looking at her hopefully.
She gave him a small smile and nodded, "Yes."
Daemon smiled before walking out of her chambers. His smile immediately dropped when he closed the door behind him. This could be his only chance at killing Viserys but the collateral damage would be too great. Illyrio probably put endless hours into this betrothal and despite the kind front he puts on the Magister will most likely seek recompense.
He hoped Viserys kept the same chambers from before. He knocked, "Enter." His brother called. He opened the door to see his brother being catered to by servants. Viserys turned to see who came in, "Ah brother." He shoed away the servant who all walked past Daemon.
"You summoned me." Daemon stated straight to the point.
"Yes, I've got something for you." He behind himself and took the clothes on a small table.
Daemon looked down at the clothes. They were identical to Viserys' current attire. "What I'm wearing will suffice, Viserys." He simply replied.
A scowl grew on the elder brothers face, "We must present a united front when we meet Khal Drogo and gods hope that Daenerys does her part." Viserys rolled his eyes.
Daemon sighed he really wanted to leave, "Fine but I'll pick out what I want to wear."
"Anything but these rags." He chuckled ar his younger brothers appearance, "Go, I'll send for your bath. A prince of Valyrian blood shouldn't look as such."
Daemon only turned around and walked away. When he made it back to his chambers two servants, they are slaves, were already drawing his bath. They were both young boys around his own age of sixteen. The water steamed it was scolding hot, close to a boil. He stripped himself in front of them and walked into the water. 'It is too hot' one of the servants said but he didn't mind, he liked the heat it soothed him. Targaryens have always taken a liking to the heat.
The pale slave combed his long hair working out the knots. Daemon asked them to shave it to the skin at the sides and to trim the top so was no longer in his eyes. They scrubbed his feet, back, arms and hands. They picked out the dirt from his nails. When they were done they dried him and presented various articles of clothing to him.
Daemon settled with black leather pants, a see-through red lace shirt, a black leather vest with a dragon scale design to cover his lashing scars, he put on black boots made of soft leather. He walked to a mirror and stared into his own reflection for a moment pondering if he wants to go through with this. After a moment of pondering he decided that he will go for Daenerys. He picked up his mothers necklace and put it around his neck, the ruby shined proudly. He took two daggers he knicked off a sellsword he passed by and put them in his vest.
Daemon dismissed the slaves and walked out to the terrace. He had a clear view of the bay. He had many times imagined the lands beyond the Narrow Sea. Westeros, his home, the realm taken from his family. His recites the names of the men who had a hand in the downfall of his family. Robert Baratheon, Ned Stark, Jon Arryn, Hoster Tully, Tywin and Jaime Lannister.
When he ensures the safety of his sister he will stow away on a ship to King's Landing and throw Jon Arryn from the top of the Tower of the Hand and drive a sword through Jaime Lannister's back within the Red Keep, then further west and slay Tywin Lannister in his own chambers and north into the Riverlands and drown Hoster Tully in the Trident and as far north as he needs and abduct and feed Eddard Stark to a wild pack of wolves and burn the godswood of Winterfell. All of them before Robert Baratheon, he wants the Usurper to know he's coming.
He was so consumed by the idea of revenge he didn't realize the sun setting. The sky was orange, yellow and purple signaling the coming night. A knock on his door caught his attention. He walked across the room and opened the door and saw a slave girl standing in the hallway.
"Forgive me, Prince Daemon but your brother and sister are prepared to depart for Khal Drogo's manse and await your arrival." She informed quickly.
He nodded, "Yes." He closed the door behind him, "Please escort me if you will." The girl bowed her head and lead him through the vast manse. When he made it to the entry hall where his siblings waited with Illyrio. His eyes landed on Daenerys and ignored Viserys completely. She was a vision. The plum dress she wore brought out her eyes, "You look beautiful." He found himself saying.
She blushed, "Thank you."
A large palanquin was brought to them, carried by a dozen large muscled men. Illyio raised his hand and politely let them climb in first. Two servants pulled the curtains opened revealing a plush interior. Viserys sprawled out on the pillows while his siblings sat straight up. When Illyrio entered the palanquin was hoisted up onto the men's shoulders. Daemon could see over Illyrio's shoulders that two servants lit the way through the pitch black streets of Pentos with blue stain glass lanterns.
"We don't need the whole khalasar." Viserys suddenly said catching his attention, "Ten thousand, that would be enough, I could sweep the Seven Kingdoms with ten thousand Dothraki screamers. The realm will rise for its rightful king. Tyrell, Redwyne, Darry, Greyjoy they have no more love for the Usurper than I do. The Dornishmen burn to avenge Elia and her children." Daemon wanted to roll his eyes. They would need more than ten thousand men to even take a single kingdom, two if they're lucky. "And the smallfolk will be with us. They cry out for their true king." Viserys looked at Illyrio anxiously, "They do, don't they?"
"They are your people, and they love you well." Illyrio answers amiably.
Daemon didn't even need to look at the Magister to detect the lie. Though he admits Viserys does have a point. The Greyjoys rebelled immediately after the Usurper's War and the Tyrells were loyal to the very end and Elia was a princess of Dorne and the Dornish are famed for their lust for vengeance even in Essos. But still, they would need far more than ten thousand men to band them together.
He gave a discreet glare to the magister. Behind the colorful jewels and clothes, there is a schemer. Using his brother's naivety to manipulate him. He was probably the one who had the idea to sell Daenerys to the Dothraki.
Daemon looked over to his sister who looked anxious. He placed his hand over hers and gave it an assuring squeeze. She looked up at him and smiled and he smiled in return. They stayed like that for what seemed forever until the palanquin stopped.
The curtains were thrown open and a slave offered his hand to help Daenerys out. She took his hand and climbed out with Daemon close behind. Before them, stood a nine towered manse with high brick walls overgrown with pale ivy. Illyrio told them it was a gift from the magisters of Pentos.
The slave said something to Illyrio in a growl-like language. The magister replied is the same language. The slave nodded and began to escort them inside. Viserys muttered an insult all the while he clenched his hand on the hilt of the sword he no doubts borrowed from Illyrio.
As they were escorted inside the smell of spices, food, and burning wood wafted over them. Black iron lanterns lined the walls limiting the entry hall. They passed a multicolored stein glass window depicting the Doom of Valyria.
The stone archway with winding leaves leads into a courtyard. They stood beneath the archway and the eunuch announced their arrival. "Viserys of House Targaryen, the Third of his Name," the man's singing voice boomed through the courtyard, "King of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, Protector of the Realm. His brother Daemon Lightningborn, Prince of Dragonstone and his sister Daenerys Stormborn, Princess of Summerhall. His honorable host Illyrio Mopatis Magister of Pentos."
It had been a while since he last heard his own nickname, Lightningborn. He remembered when Ser Willem told him his mother birthed him when a bolt of lightning lit up the entire chamber. Ser Willem told him it meant the gods were waiting for his arrival.
They entered the courtyard overgrown with even more pale ivy. Dany pressed into his side nervously. He glanced down at her before looking around. The crowd was very colorful with men from different corners of the world and then he realized there were no women here except Dany.
Daemon leaned down to whisper in her ear, "It's alright just stay close. If any of them try anything I'll make them regret it." She nodded.
"Those three there are Drogo's bloodriders." Illyrio pointed at three large men with copper skin and long braids, "By the pillar is Khal Moro with his son Rhogoro. The man with the green beard is the brother to the Archon of Tyrosh, and the man behind him is Ser Jorah Mormont."
Dany looked at the Magister, "A knight?" She asked curiously.
A large smile broke through his beard, "No less. Anointed with the seven oils by the High Septon himself."
What is a knight of Westeros doing here?
"What is he doing here?" Dany blurted out before Daemon himself could ask.
"The Usurper wanted his head." Illyrio answers. "Some trifling affront. He sold some poachers to a Tyroshi slaver instead of giving them to the Night's Watch. Absurd law. A man should be able to do what he wants with his own chattel."
So he was a slaver on the run from the Usurper. If Daemon is being honest he would've hunted the man down as well. He hated slavery, previously being a slave. The only good memory was when he killed his master.
Ser Jorah was a fit man, taller and muscled. He stood out from the others who wore silks and jewels, he instead wore wool and leather. His green tunic had a black bear embroidered on it.
"I shall wish to speak with Ser Jorah before the night is over." Viserys requested.
Illyrio put a soft hand on Dany's bare shoulder, "Over there sweet princess," He pointed, "over there is the Khal himself."
Daemon followed his finger to see who this Khal Drago is. His gaze found a large man at least a head taller than anyone else in the room, he seemed younger than his reputation had led him to believe. His skin was practically polished copper, his beard is braided at the bottom to match his long braid.
Dany's grip on him tighten. She saw the Khal as well as was frightened. She was extremely anxious there is no telling of what will happen.
"I must make my submissions." Illyrio suddenly said, "Wait here. You will be called over when he is ready." He informed before he walked away.
Viserys yanked them apart and came between his siblings. "Do you see how long his braid is, siblings?" He asked, "When Dothraki are defeated in combat they cut their braids in disgrace, so the world knows their shame. Khal Drogo has never lost a fight. He is Aegon the Conqueror reborn and you Daenerys, will be his queen."
Daemon glared at the Khal. Even if he is as good as Viserys says he will not let him hurt Dany. Though her hand is not his arm any longer he could feel her terror of the man.
"I don't want to be his queen." She suddenly said, "I want to go home." Her voice just above a whisper.
Viserys glared down at her before grabbing her arm and dragged her away with Daemon close behind. He dragged her into the shadows behind a pillar, "How are we to go home when they took it from us?"
She hesitated, "...I don't know."
"I do." He began, "We go home with an army. Khal Drogo's army. And you will wed him and bed him if you must." His grip on her arm tightened, "I would let his whole khalasar fuck you if needed, sweet sister, all forty thousand men and their horses too if it's what it took."
Daemon ripped his grip from Dany and stood between them, "Viserys enough." He almost yelled, "She is our sister, we are supposed to protect her not sell her."
Viserys grabbed the hilt of his sword, "You would defy me, brother?"
"I have before and even slavery didn't change that." He glared up at his brother. He reached into his vest and held onto one of his
"May I present Princess Daenerys of House Targaryen!" They heard Illyrio announce.
"She will marry Drogo." Viserys glared down at his brother.
"No, she won't." Daemon replied defiantly.
Daenerys looked between her brothers. She saw both sides of their argument. What should she do? Take the risk and possibly gain an army or stay safe and stay where they are.
Before the could argue anymore Dany walked past between them and towards the Khal. The two quickly followed her.
"Dany, don't do this." Daemon whispered when he caught up to her.
Daenerys glanced at him, "Viserys is right if we want to go home we need an army, the Khal's army." She whispered back before she walked up to the Khal's high table where the man sat at the center. Daemon stood back and stood ready should anything go wrong.
The whole courtyard silenced as Dany presented herself nervously. The Khal sat quietly and looked at her with his onyx eyes. He then glanced up at Daemon who didn't show any fear under his gaze. He spoke in the Dothraki tongue and Illyrio replied.
They spoke back and forth for a moment, "Step forward, Prince Daemon."
Daemon took a step but Viserys grabbed him by the arm, "Why?" Viserys asked.
Illyrio hesitated, "Well, Your Grace, the Dothraki believe that twins are two halves the same soul and the Khal will not accept half a soul."
Viserys scoffed, "How absurd-" He began before Daemon ripped his arm away.
"I accept." The younger suddenly stated. He looked back at Viserys with a smug smile, "You said it yourself brother we need the Khal's army and this is the way to get it." He turned around to face the Khal.
He walked up next to his twin and took her hand. Together they presented themselves to the Khal. The Khal had a smirk for a moment before he said something in a growl. The festivities continued on around them and they collectively let out a breath.
What will happen now?
