Chapter 12: The Blood King

"You don't want to wake the dragon, do you?"

She was walkind down a hallway with high stone arches. She can't look back, must not look back. At the end there was a door small with distance. Even from afar she saw it was painted red. She ran to it leaving matching bloody footprints.

"You don't want to wake the dragon, do you?"

She blinked and she was in Daemon's arms. They embraced each other. His mouth moved down her body. Her neck, breasts, stomach, the inside of her thighs, he ravished her. Their moans echoed in the white waste around them. The cold white powder surrounding them never made them faulter. She felt his tongue enter her sex and she arched into her second lover. When she looked up to see who it was she saw a shifting shadow.

The shadow lowered her on the white floor. Daemon crawled on top of her before entering her. Her wail died out under the howling winds. From behind Daemon the shadow came in view from behind him and entered her twin. The three of them moved in unison, a song of moans, wails and whimpers filled the air.

When they released she wailed, "Home!"

Suddenly the white surrounding them turned black in shadow. A trio of great wings set the world aflame. The white powder arround them melted guiding in a green, lush paradise.

"...don't want to wake the dragon, do you?"

Everything changed once again. Insted of a green paradice she was in a Dothraki tent with Ser Jorah.

The knight warmed his translucent hands over a brazier, "Rhaegar was the last dragon." Ser Jorah's voice echoed.

In the brazier three stone eggs smouldered red, cream and green. Ser Jorah faded from vision. He blew away like the wind. The black egg cracked opened and a single red firey pit looked directly at her.

The darkness chased after her. The red door screamed louder but seemed further than ever

"...don't want to wake the dragon..."

Viserys and Daemon grappled at the borrowed sword, "This is treason! I will have your head for this!" Daemon thrusted their hands in the firepit. Viserys screamed in pain and dropped the sword, he yanked back his hand to reveal his blistering hand whilst Daemon's own hand was unscathed. The younger brother wrapped his arms around his elder's head before twisting it with a loud crunch. "I demand obedience!"

"...don't want to wake the dragon..."

She still ran for the red door. She felt the icy cold chasing after her. She ran as fast as she can. If the cold caught her she would die an death ever lasting. She never stopped running.

"...want to wake the dragon..."

She saw a warrior. His pale skin, silver hair and lilac eyes. His hair tied in a braid going down to his knees. Aegon the Conqueror reborn. Her son smiled at her and his arms wrapped around her. He opened his mouth and fire jetted out. In an instant he was gone, a pile of ash.She wept for him, her child but as soon as her tears left her eyes they turned to steam against her skin.

"...want to wake the dragon..."

Ghosts lined the hallway. The fallen kings of the past all stared at her as she ran. In their tight grasps were pale flaming swords. They had hair of silver, gold and platinum white and their eyes were opal and amethyst, tourmaline and jade."Faster!" They cried in unison, "Faster, faster!" She never stopped, she sprinted and the floor melted wherever her feet met the ground.

She jolted foreward as she felt pain tear through her back. She screamed as her back tore opened. The smell of boiling blood filled her nostrils. She saw the shadow of wings and Daenerys flew.

"...the dragon..."

She flew high above the Great Grass Sea. The green grass rippled like water in the wind. All below ran in terror at the shadow gliding above them. She could smell home, feel it, see it. Just beyond the red door, green fields, stone houses and two pairs of arms waited for her. She threw open the door.

"...the dragon..."

She saw Rhaegar fighting valiantly at the green banks of the trident. His black armor glittered with rubies. Fire glimmered in the narrow eye slit of his helm. She watched as he danced and slew down any soldier who dared approach him. He spun and his sliver hair blurred her vision and he turned into Daemon. Her twin danced and slew any approaching Dothraki Screamer who dared approache him.A pair of cream golden wings sprouted from his back. He opened his mouth and let out a jet of pale gold flame swollowed the Dothraki.

With a great beat of his wings Daemon took to the sky. He soared above them and bathed them in fire.The sky darkened above them and white flaked down on them. She felt an immense sense of dread. The cold crept around them like a cutthroat ready to take his quarry. She knew he was in trouble.

"Daemon!"

Daenerys shot up from the pillows. She tastes ash in her mouth. The pain shot through her forcing her to lay back down.

"Khaleesi?" Jhiqui hovered over her in worry.

The tent was covered in shadow, nightmarish and still.

Flakes of ash drifted up from the brazier. She followed the flakes all the way up with her eyes through the smoke whole above. We were flying, we were dragons. Her thoughts were interupted when she heard screams, howls and hoots outside. Daemon.

"Bring me..." She struggled to speak, "Bring me..." Why was she in so much pain? It felt like she was cut opened and put back together.

"Yea, Khaleesi." Jhiqui nodded before she ran out, shouting.

She looked up to see her dragon eggs. Dany began to crawl off the plush cushioning in desperation. She needed to get to them. They called to her, gave her strength.

They found her on the floor, crawling. Jorah scooped her up. The knight gently placed her back on the cushions and silks. She tried to sit up and Jorah held her arms, "Gently, gently." He helped her lean on her elbow.

"Where is Daemon?" She immediately asked.

"Daemon is the new Khal." He answered, "Qoy Khal they call him."

Daenerys thought the words over, "Blood King?"

The andal nodded, "You've been a sleep for fourteen days and for fourteen days he faught. He asked me to stay by your side the entire time." Jorah reached behind himself and revealed to have her dagger. He placed it next to her, "Yesternoon the challengers stopped. They all bowed to him. His body was slick with blood just as his blade." He paused to let the queen absorb the information, "He commands that no one rides until you are fit to."

"And Rhaego?" She asked. Jorah hesitated, "Ser Jorah, where is he?"

"The boy did no live, Khaleesi." The knight said sorrowful.

Daenerys was unnervingly silent. Tears brimmed in her eyes before she swollowed a ball of dry spit. My son is dead, how?

"How?" She asked her face like stone.

"What is there to say?"

The stone broke, "How did my son die?" She snapped, tears threatening to fall down her face.

Jorah's eyes lowered, "He never lived, my queen." He met her tearful eyes, "The woman say..."

The knight hesitated, "What do the woman say?" Dany asked uncertain if she wanted the answer.

"They say the child was..."

"Montrous," They both looked to the Daemon standing at the flaps of the tent. He wore black leather trousers, black boots, golden chains hanged loosely from his hips, he wore a tight black leather vest, and their mother's necklace hanged from his neck. Daenerys only kept her eyes on his own tearful eyes, "twisted, blind, scaled like a lizard with wings like a bat." He slowly approached them. He kneeled down next to her and beside Jorah. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. This is because of me and my curse."

His presence alone made her feel better. "What do you mean, what curse?"

Daemon swollowed a lump in his throat. He looked up to Ser Jorah, "Leave us, gaurd the entrance with the others." Daemon sat in silence until Ser Jorah exited the tent. He inhaled a deep breath before speaking, "In Lys they have a method to ensure they have the best bed slaves in the world, the most beautiful, mating beauty with beauty. I was forced to impregnate ten different women." Dany took his hands in hers, "I had ten children and all ten of them died. They were deformed, dwarfed, stillborn, twisted creatures. I named them all, three Aegons, Visenya, Rhaenys, Jahearys, Alysanne, Rhaegar, Maegor and Daenerys. All of them, dead."

Daenerys watched as tears streamed down his face. The sight of the tears shocked her. Ever since Daemon returned to her she hasn't seen him cry since he killed Viserys. "That isn't your fault."

"No but this one is." He stood up and turned from her, "I knew the risk and I bedded you anyway. For my own selfish urges."

"That isn't selfish." She assured, "Do you regret those night we spent together." She watched as he shook his head, "Do you regret our love?"

Daemon was with her once again in an instant, "Never." He stated passionatly staring in her eyes, "When I was alone out there. In Lys, in Braavos. You were the only thing that kept me going. The thought of returning to you kept me alive." He gave her a gentle yet passionate kiss.

When they pulled away Dany looked into his eyes, "And Drogo?" Daemon didn't speak, "Where is he?"

Daemon helped her stand and wrapped in sandsilk sheets. He aided her out of the tent. The sun bared down at them relentlessly. The sea of tents stood high in desolate land. Ser Jorah came and aided Daemon in supporting her. Jhogo, Aggo and Rakharo were close behind.

"Tha Khalasar remains." She observed.

"I know, I made sure of it." Her husband replies.

"Qoy Khal vowed that all those who challenged him would fall." Aggo stated from behind them.

"And they all fell." Jhogo added.

Daenerys looked up to Daemon in awe but the wonderment died as soon as she saw Drogo. He was prompt up on soft cushions agianst a red smouldering boulder. She broke away from the rest and sat next to him. She whispered his name but he seemed to not hear. His chest rose and fell, he breaths but he does not live.

"Why is he alone?" Dany asked cupping his face for any sign of life.

"He seems to like the warmth, my queen." Jorah answered.

How could this happen? "The maegi." Daemon spoke, "Mirri Maz Durr did this."

"Did you kill her?" She asked.

Daemon's eyes darkened, "No, I wanted you to see her first. Before I execute her."

"Bring her." She ordered and Aggo, Jhogo and Rakharo walked off.

"She said Rhaego's life was exchanged for Drogo's." Daemon stated sitting beside her.

Dang shook her head, "This isn't life."

"It isn't death either." He replied holding her from behind, "I know death and that woman perverted it."

Daenerys began to shake but she was not on the verge of tears. Her anger boiled so hot she forgot about the scourging heat of the sun. "She tricked us." Daemon saw her grip on her dagger tighten.

For a few moments they saw just like that. In each others arms with thoughts of vengence. They looked up to the sound of leather boots againsts the dead floor. They looked up to see Jorah dragging Mirri Maz Durr by the rope binding her wrists.

"What did you do to him?" She demanded wanting to hear what she did from her own mouth.

"You asked for life, you paid for life." The witch said simply.

"This isn't life, when will he be as he was?" She tried to stand so Daemon aided her.

"When the sun rises in the west and sets in the east." The witch said, "The seas run dry and the mountains blow in the wind like leaves. When your womb quickens again, and you bear a living child. Then he will return, not before."

A cruel joke. Daemon glared at the woman with a deadly looked. "Leave us." Dany ordered standing on her own.

"Your Grace, I don't-"

Daemon spoke, "I'll be here. Should she try anything I will show her the way to hell." His deadly gaze never leaving the woman for a bit

With that they left leaving the twins alone aith the witch. "You knew." The dagger in her hand shook, "You knew what I was buying, and you knew the price, and you let me pay it." She ached but her fury fueled her body.

"It was wrong of them to burn my temple." She stated simply, "That angered the Great Shepherd."

"You think we care about your damn god?" Dasmon snapped, "You deceived us."

"You murdered our child." Daenerys added.

"The stallion who mounts the world." She mused, "Now he will burn no cities, trample no nations to dust."

"We spoke for you, saved you." Dany reminded the portly woman.

"Saved me." She scoffed, "Three riders had already raped me before you rode past. So tell me what did you save? I saw my gods temple burn, where I healed good men beyond counting. My home, burned. Piles of heads in the streets. I saw the head of a baker who made my bread. I saw the head of a boy I healed, only three moons past. I heard children crying as the riders drove them off with whips. So tell me again what did you save?"

"Your life."

The witch had the audacity to laugh, "Look to your khal and see what life us worth, when all the rest is gone."

Daemon reached for his blade but Dany caught his arm, "No." She put her own blade away, "She will die as all the enemies of House Targaryen have." She glared down at the witch, "With fire." With that they had her taken away to the makeshift cage made if sticks.

They had Drogo taken back to their tent. They made sure he was on the softest silks and cushions. They layed with him and discussed everything they've experianced with Drogo. They only stopped for food and drink. They soon found that the sun had set and night had fallen.

"When the sun rises in the west and sets in the east." Daenerys suddenly spoke, dagger in hand. "When the seas run dry and the mountains blow in the wind like leaves." Daemon silently watched her as they both sat up, "When my womb quickens again, and I bear a living child." Tears streamed down her face, "Then you shall return to us, my sun and stars." She raised dream but her hands never flew down.

Daemon saw her hesitation, "Together." He whispered.

Dany looked up to see tears in his eyes. She nodded, "Together."

His hands encased hers over the daggers hilt. They both sobbed and shook at what they're about to do. With a silent signal they forced the dagger down and into their khal's heart.