Viserys was jealous. As much as he hated to admit it, but watching these horse savages adore his pitiful little sister drove him up the wall. And for what? Because she was a whore who spread her legs and got pregnant?

Standing in this stick hut in Vaes Dorthrak did nothing to improve his mood as Daenerys was carried by Khal Drogo after disgustingly consuming a whole horse heart. He had to watch as the hoard cheered for her and tried to control his temper over the ignorant men wishing to follow her when he was the Last Dragon of House Targaryen.

"Frowning ages you, my King, and green is most definitely not your color." And the cherry on top, Ser Connington. The 'loyal' knight that has been fluttering after his sister, hoping to catch a shadow of his lost Queen. It was quite pathetic if one spent time thinking about it.

"They love her."

Jon nodded at the Prince's words, but frowned at his forlorn expression, "Her child is the future of their tribe. She fully is one of them now."

"No, they don't just accept her, they love her." The knight watched as Viserys left the temple after he spared one more glance at his sister. Connington noted to keep a better eye on the male Targaryen, he guessed his coin was about to land.

The ginger man leaned against the wall and watched as the small woman was carried around once more and then led out of the doors to the celebration hall. He slowly followed the group as they paraded their Khalessi through the street, but stopped when he felt a small tug on his tunic sleeve. He glanced down to see a small, dirty child holding an unopened raven scroll toward him. He took the paper and watched the child run off back the way he came. He quickly ducked into an alley and unrolled the scroll, and glared at the Spider's familiar handwriting.

Faithful Knight,

I'm sorry to say, but you follow the wrong Drake. The ice blows harsh and the wolves howl where he makes his home among the Star's guiding light. The desert trapped ones will soon learn the truth and their coins will land.

Jon, he knew who he was speaking of. But how in the Seven Hells did Varys know? Had Edric let something slip? No, he was loyal to his family and opening his mouth would put his cousin in danger. But he knew he must tell Dany what was said in that tent all those weeks ago, it was the honorable thing to do. He swiftly caught up with the procession as they reached the massive circular tent set up for the celebration and wandered to the middle of the vast mass of Dorthraki drinking, dancing, and fucking. He bowed to the Khal and Khalessi and moved once Drogo nodded at him and Dany motioned to the seat next to her.

"I'm so glad you made it, Ser Connington," The silver-haired woman beamed.

"I wouldn't miss your triumph for the entire world, my Queen. I do have something I must speak with you about later, but let the merriment occur."

Daenerys shrugged her shoulders at the knight's words and they let a calm silence fall over their group as the rest of the party raged on around them.

As time past and the sunset, Jon noticed the absence of the other Targaryen and began to rise to collect him when Viserys came barging into the party stumbling through the entrance of the tent. Jorah Mormont jumped to his feet and stopped the royal man's staggering path.

"Lord Mormont! I am here for the feast! The whore's feast!" Connington sneered at the crude language the Targaryen heir used to describe his sister.

"There is a seat for you," The Khal spoke up from his large chair in the middle of the feast. "Back there." He pointed to one of the back areas of the tent.

"He said there is a seat for you back there," Viserys groaned at the dismissive tone of the exiled Northern Lord. He glared at Jorah's hand as he pointed behind the Dragon Lord to a small secluded area.

The proclaimed King turned to Khal Drogo, "Nonsense, that is no sitting area for a King."

The music slowed to a stop at the sound of the tall Khal laughing from his seat, "You are no King."

Viserys' face contorted into a hot rage, he trashed his arm to his side and whipped his long sword from its sheath. Jorah tried to swipe the blade from his hands, but he was quickly met with the sharp end against his neck.

"Keep away from me," Jon watched the insane glint in his violet eyes.

Dany jumped from her seat as she watched one of her loyal men be threatened, "Viserys, please!"

The silver-haired man shot his head towards his little sister and swung the weapon in her direction. He smiled as he sauntered over to the small woman. The bear quickly attempted to allay the man's madness induced anger, "Put the sword down. They'll kill us all!"

"They can't kill us. They can't shed blood in their sacred city," Connington observed Drogo's silent motions to his bloodriders before he noticed the insane man walk closer to the pregnant woman. Daenerys' servant, Irri, attempted to stand in front of her lady but the Targaryen princess pushed her behind her as she faced down her brother. "But I can."

He raised his sword towards his sister, but the blade met metal instead of skin and he scowled at the ginger man standing in his way.

"No surprise the great Ser Jon Connington would try to save his whore."

Jon glared at Viserys, "I am here to protect my Lady, I am her sworn sword. You will have to go through me to even try to get her."

"My pleasure," He lifted the blade to Connington's exposed neck, but before he could attack the small amethyst eyed woman called out to her deranged brother.

"What do you want, brother?"

The male heir glared at his last known family member and then glanced at the Khal and the female translator sitting next to him, "I want what I came for. I want the crown he promised me. He bought you, but he never paid for you. Tell him I want what was bargained for or I am killing this old fool," He pressed the sword close to the knight's neck. "And I'm taking you back." Jon scoffed at the nonsense spewing from the man's mouth. "He can even keep the baby. I'll just cut it out and leave it for him."

Dany's eyes teared up at the horrors her brother promised and Khal Drogo's face darkened as he heard each word be translated.

"He will get a golden crown he and any other man will never forget as I place it onto his head."

Viserys' eyes shifted from the savage back to his sister, "What did he say?"

She held Viserys' gaze as she smiled, "He says yes. You shall have a golden crown that men shall tremble to behold."

With her words, the Targaryen man's face relaxed and he let a calm smile pass onto his face as he slowly began to lower the sword pressed into Connington's neck. The knight quickly stepped himself and Daenerys away from the unhinged man. "That was all that I wanted," He muttered to the Khal. "What was promised."

Dany and Connington stayed silent as Drogo stood and approached his wife. Dany let herself relax when she felt her husband's hand upon her pregnant stomach, but Jon still kept his eyes on the wounded animal as he was surrounded.

"Break it."

Viserys raised his brows at the sharp tone of the Khal, but quickly cried out as one of the Khal's bloodriders gripped his sword arm and twisted it back so hard the bones snapped in two like twigs. "AHHHH!" The injured man attempted to squirm out of the guards' hold, but it was an impossible task.

The Dothraki Khal smirked at the pitiful state of the screaming man and strode over to the fire where the slave women had been cooking moments before. "Dump it." The women quickly poured out the boiling soup and he unlatched the bronze and gold coin belt he wore, proceeding to toss it into the pot and waited by its side as the metal began to bubble.

Viserys's gaze focused onto the Khal and shot back towards his sister with a pleading look, "Look away Khalessi." Jorah Mormont muttered as he approached the noblewoman, but his words did nothing to make her move.

"No." Jorah reached his hand to her shoulder, but Ser Connington's firm grip halted his arm. The two knights passed glares between each other, but the Northern man quickly backed down from the ginger-haired man.

Viserys once more glanced back to the Khal and struggled more at the sinister look upon his face, "Dany, Don't let them…" He shot his head from his sister to her husband. "Make them!" She watched on with a dead look in her eyes as Drogo lifted the pot full of molten metal from the fire and brought it over to the Targaryen male. He shook as he watched the tall man bring the pot over his head.

"DANY, PLEASE!"

She stood as still as a statue with the two knights watching on in silence. The violet-eyed man turned his gaze back to the present danger in front of him and whimpered at the crazed glint in Drogo's eyes.

"A crown for a king!"

Everyone in attendance witnessed as the Khal tipped the pot over and let the boiling gold pour onto the Valyrian man's head and the only thing which broke the silence in the room was the dying wails of the would-be-King. Drogo waited until his body went limp and then let his guards drop the carcass to the floor.

Ser Connington grimace at the sight and the smell of the burning flesh but turned his head back towards his Queen when Mormont called out to her, "Khalessi?"

"He is no dragon," She whispered. "Fire cannot kill the dragon."

The crowd quickly dispersed and the bloodriders collected the body to throw it out of the city. Jon knew exactly what would become of it, only those who died in honor were burned in pyres. The rest were buried, but the traitors were left to rot in the sun. The old knight grimly followed the apathetic Khalessi and her servants as they swiftly returned to her tent. Once the Dothraki women had made the silver-haired woman comfortable they left the Lady with her guard.

"My Queen, are you alright?"

Daenerys sighed, "He was my brother, but he was a monster. Did Drogo do the right thing?"

Jon froze at the tearful eyes which met his hazel ones, "Yes, he did. As hard as it was," He pulled her into a gentle hug. "They used to say whenever a Targaryen was born the Gods would flip a coin of madness or greatness."

"I suppose we know what Viserys landed on."

"Yes," He patted her back. "Two left to land though."

Daenerys pulled away from her life long mentor, "One, at least until Rhaego is born. So I suppose you are right." She frowned however when she noticed the stoic look on his face.

"Three after your son is born, and perhaps more on the way."

The Vaylrian girl's blood turned to ice at his words, "I don't understand."

Jon sighed and placed himself onto the ground, "A few months ago, when Lord Dayne visited and delivered your wedding gift, he informed me of his cousin's marriage to one of the Stark lads."

Dany scoffed, "So she married into the family which betrayed my own and Jorah, what of it?" She sat next to him. "It's a terrible disappointment, but might bring the Starks back into the fold when we reach Westeros."

"Except he's not a Stark. In blood yes, but not in name."

"Then what is he?"

"A Targaryen, Your nephew to be exact," He watched as the blood drained from her face. "Prince Rhaegar married Lyanna Stark all those years ago, and Lord Dayne's cousin married their son."

"I thought he kidnapped Lyanna Stark."

"So did I, but it never sat well with me or your mother. Rhaegar was too kind and too noble, but Edric received a letter all those years ago from his uncle, Lord Arthur Dayne, which confirmed this as truth. And he also said this man carries the Targaryen looks."

"Silver hair and violet eyes?"

"No, lilac at the most and Stark black hair. But he is apparently the exact image of Rhaegar."

Daenerys lept to her feet, "So you mean to say, this man-"

"Jon or Jaehaerys."

"Jon is my nephew. The true Targaryen heir who is also married to this Dayne woman-"

"Myria."

"Myria. And everything Viserys had been trying to reclaim was not even his by right?"

"Yes."

Daenerys paced around the room as she sorted through this new information, "Then Westeros is no longer my worry, my family is. But if my family ever needs aid, providing his coin falls to the correct side, I will gladly offer what I can."

"A wise decision, my Queen."

Dany smiled, "Princess, technically."

"My princess. A lone dragon is a sorrowful thing in this world."

Dany placed her hand upon her stomach, "It certainly is, but we aren't alone anymore."