Just to clarify Dany and Day are sixteen. I'm going with the show ages because I'll feel uncomfortable writing about a pair of thirteen-year-old during smut scenes.

Chapter 2: Silver and Black

The next day Daenerys and Daemon wed Khal Drogo in a field outside the walls of Pentos at dawn and the ceremony continued on to dusk. The Dothraki believe that the most important celebrations should be under the open sky. The Dothraki celebrated by fucking, eating, and the occasional killing.

Dany wore a thin lilac silk dress almost seethrough and Daemon wore scarlet leather pants and black boots with only a red leather vest to cover his scars.

Drogo called upon his khalasar to attend and they came. Forty thousand men and many more horses, women, children, and slaves. The khalasar celebrated with enthusiasm, to say the least. They made camp outside of Pentos making a sea of tents. Daemon could practically feel the anxiety radiating off of Pentos.

The trio of them sat upon a tall earthen ramp high above the sea of tents. Drogo sat in the middle with Daenerys to his left and Daemon to his right. The twins have never seen so many people in one place before. While Dany looked frightened Daemon simply looked bored. The dancing, fucking, blood and food did nothing to catch his interests.

Below them sat Viserys, Illyrio, and Ser Jorah who had pledged himself to Viserys as a sworn sword. They sat just below Drogo's bloodriders which Illyrio said is a high honor. Dany could see Viserys' anger in his lilac eyes from her seat and Daemon could see his brother fuming from his own. Viserys hated seating under his siblings which made Daemon feel a certain amount of satisfaction. Daemon had to hide his smirk whenever the slaves offered them food first and then offered the things they refused to Viserys.

Whenever Daemon looked at her sister she was always close to crying. Whenever their eyes met he gave her a reassuring smile and she gave a small nod in return but never smiled. He thought she could vomit at any moment, perhaps that's why she refused any food he refused food as well but for a different reason.

They heard a gurgled scream making him look down at the celebrations. The twins saw a Dothraki screamer on the floor in a pool of his own blood. The first death was earlier, just before midday. Illyrio had told them it would happen.

Dany remembered what he said vividly, 'Dothraki weddings without a few deaths is a dull affair. They will fuck out in the open without shame or modesty there is no privacy in a khalasar and they have a different definition of sin as we do.'

All Deamon could think whenever he saw a brawl is how he would've won. He has yet to use his skills to the fullest and looks forward in doing so. The Dothraki way of fighting is in overwhelming your opponent with fast and powerful strikes, slashes, swings, and jabs. He has also heard that Dothraki can fire arrows from horseback. Perhaps he could learn the Dothraki ways of war.

The only thing that surprised him was when Viserys presented them with gifts in the form of handmaidens. Irri, Jhiqui were Dothraki girls with copper skin, black hair and onyx eyes and Doreah was a pale Lyseni girl with blue eyes and blonde hair. "These are no common servants, sweet siblings." They were brought before them one by one, "Illyrio and I selected them specifically for you. Irri will teach you riding, Jhiqui will teach you the Dothraki tongue, and, Dany, Doreah will instruct you in the womanly arts of love whereas Daemon is already a master." The jape caused his younger brother to glare at him, "She is very good. Illyrio and I can vouch for that." Daemon's face contorted in disgust.

"Thank you, brother." Dany nodded politely.

"Yes, thank you." Daemon said suppressing his annoyance.

Next came Ser Jorah with a small stack of books in his hand. The books caught Daenerys' interests, "Forgive me, my prince and princess, but this is all a poor exile could afford." He apologized and slaves took the books and put them in the pile of gifts, "They contain, songs, histories of Westeros."

"Thank you, Ser Jorah." Dany thanked with a smile.

Daemon felt irked that the knight made her smile while he's tried all day. He forced a smile, "Yes, thank you Ser."

Ser Jorah walked back down to his previous seat. Illyrio murmured a command and four muscled servers carried a large leather box bound in bronze. The box was presented to the twins and the slaves opened the box. The twins both paused in shock. Within the box were the finest of silks and resting on the cloth were three large eggs.

They were beautiful in the most unusual way. They were the same size but differed in color. One was a deep green with flakes of bronze that shined depending on the angle you see it. The second was a pale cream white with golden streaks. The last was pitch black, black as night, with red swirls.

"Are those..." Daemon found himself trying to say but couldn't finish the question.

"Dragon eggs, prince and princess, from the Shadow Lands beyond Asshai." Illyrio announced, "The eons have turned them to stone yet they remain ever beautiful."

"We will treasure them always." Dany said as Daemon kept his gaze on the eggs.

Drogo's bloodriders or rather their bloodriders offered them gifts. The three traditional weapons and Daemon must admit they were beautiful weapons. Hoggo, offered them a leather whip with a silver handle, Cohollo, a brilliant gold arakh, Qoho, a double curved dragonbone bow larger than the twins themselves. They had denied the gifts and then they were offers to Drogo.

Had he any experience with any of the weapons offered he would've accepted. But he is better with dagger, spear, and sword.

They were offered many more gifts. Furs, leathers, glass bottles of perfume, jewels, clothes, boots, sandals, and many more things were gifted to them. All the gifts piled around them until they dwarfed the wedded trio. They never thought anyone would ever give them so much.

Last was their husband's gift. The whole khalasar went silent when Drogo left them to sit alone atop the ramp to fetch their gifts. When he returned the khalasar and tight pack of gift givers parted. He had escorted two young horses to them.

One horse for each of them. Dany kept her gaze om the silver mare and Daemon kept his eyes on the black stallion. When they came close enough the two stood up and began to stroke their respective horses.

Drogo said something in Dothraki and Illyrio translated, "For the two sides of the soul. The light and the dark."

"They're beautiful." Dany said.

"They are the pride of the khalasar." The magister began, "Custom decrees that the Khaleesi must ride a mount worthy of their place beside the Khal." He explained.

Drogo stopped forward and put his hands on Daenerys' waist and lifted her up and set her onto the thing saddled and then turned to Daemon and did the same. No one told them of this but Daemon assumed it to consummate their marriage.

Dany, on the other hand, was still uncertain, "What should I do?" She looked ro Illyrio.

Jorah answered instead, "Take the reins and ride. You need not ride far."

Daemon nervously took the reins. He hardly ever rode a horse. Dany was better than him in this area.

Before he could move Dany moved her silver forward. He watched as she made the horse go faster into a trot. She smiled and the horse broke in a gallop. The crowd of Dothraki began to cheer, hoot and laugh. Daemon found himself laughing with them as Dany rode

When she turned back she faced a fire pit. Daemon was about to ride ahead and stop her. She did something he never expected. Her silver jumped through the fire and landed on the other side, unhurt. Daemon smiled at the show of daring.

Dany rode back and stopped next to Illyrio, "Tell Khal Drogo that he has given me the wind."

Dany looked up to Daemon and gave him a smile which he returned. It's not often that he sees such a smile from his twin so he savors the sight as much as he can. He knew that smile will disappear once again when Viserys approached her.

"Make him happy, sweet sister, or you will see the true wrath of the dragon." He warned her before gripping her leg tightly.

Daemon glared at his brother. He heard Drogo say something to his bloodrider, what he said is a mystery. The mystery didn't last when he saw the bloodrider escort a red stallion to the Khal. That must be Drogo's mount, the pride of the khalasar.

No sooner they rode off away from the khalasar. They rode in silence as the sun began to set. Daemon would glance at Dany who was rigid with fear. She knew what will happen when they stopped they both did. Daemon would do his best to distract Drogo from Daenerys but Drogo would no doubt want a son and only she could bear children.

It seemed like they were riding for forever when they stopped at a rocky cliff overlooking the Narrow Sea, Dany's heart nearly stopped. Drogo dismounted his stallion and picked them off theirs. Whilst Drogo took the three horses to a nearby tree Dany and Daemon walked up to the edge of the cliff.

"I am the Blood of the Dragon." She whispered to herself, "And the Dragon is not afraid."

Daemon took her hand and gave it a comforting squeeze, "Dany, I must prepare you."

She looked up at him confused, "Prepare me?"

"Yes." He nodded, "I need to get you ready for when he enters you." She began to cry, "I am sorry but it will hurt much less if I do this." He leaned forward and kissed her tears away. Over her shoulder, he saw Drogo approaching, "If we don't do this it will be done to us."

Finally, Dany spoke, "Do it."

Daemon fell to his knees.