It's funny how something good can be shattered rather quickly, like glass upon the floor. Dany had been settling into the Khalasar well now that Viserys was no longer there to scare and control her, Her child was growing within her, and Jon had happily watched the light in his Princess' eye increase tenfold whenever she wandered the city of Vaes Dothrak with her servants or sat next to her husband during meals. She was enjoying her life without worry and it made the old knight's heart soar.

There were a few bumps in the road, Jorah Mormont being the largest by far.

At least that's what he thought.

"I don't know what to do Ser Connington," The silver-haired Khaleesi muttered as she sat in her tent with Irri and Doreah next to her. "I've tried to speak to Khal Drogo about my nephew and how we should go to Westeros to back his claim, but he has no wish for it."

The ginger man furrowed his brow, "Where did this idea come from all of a sudden?"

"Well, I assume he will wish to take the throne, and he will need my help to do so."

"Daenerys, you must understand that your nephew Jon grew up in the North. He has a Dornish wife which makes his claim even stronger."

The young woman frowned, "But I am his family, surely that must mean something to him?"

"I am sure it does, he was raised by the Starks and they hold family in very high esteem," He pondered how to better help her with the delicate situation. "Perhaps a trip through the marketplace would bring a fresh perspective to your problems?"

The violet-eyed woman smiled and rose from her seat by the fire, Irri and Doreah following her movements. "Thank you, Ser Connington. I think I will take a small stroll, would you mind accompanying me?"

The knight tilted his head in agreement and the small group exited the tent. As the Knight and the women began their pilgrimage into the marketplace two of the Khal's bloodriders made up the rear of the group, with Rakharo joining Ser Connington next to the pregnant Khaleesi. The older man smirked at the young Dothraki male and the small procession continued on their way. Sadly, in the knight's mind, Jorah Mormont joined them shortly after they entered the market and wandered close to Daenerys.

"Ser Jorah," Dany smiled at the Northern knight.

"Khaleesi."

"I was wondering how to convince my husband to cross the Narrow Sea, but I am unable to make him understand."

"Ah, well the Dothraki do things on their own time for their own reasons. Have patience Khaleesi," He smiled at the royal woman. "You will go home, I promise you."

She sighed, "My brother was a fool I know, but all he wanted to do was go home as well." She frowned when she heard chuckling from Jorah.

"Forgive me Khaleesi, but your ancestor Aegon the Conqueror didn't seize six of the kingdoms because of birthright," He continued to explain when he caught her confused face. "He seized them because he could."

Dany glanced down, "And because he had dragons."

"Well," The bear sighed. "Having a few dragons makes things easier."

"You don't believe it?"

"Have you ever seen a dragon, Khaleesi? I believe what my eyes and ears report," He stopped his wandering and faced the young ruler. "As for the rest, it was three hundred years ago who knows what really happened." He let his eyes roam as if searching for someone. "Now if you'll pardon me I'll seek out the merchant captain and see if he has any letters for me."

She perked up, "Well I'll come with you."

"No, no. Don't trouble yourself, enjoy the market. I'll rejoin you soon enough."

The old griffin knight frowned as he watched the other Westerosi man leave, "that's odd."

Daenerys turned to her sworn sword, "What is odd, Ser Connington?"

"The whole time I've known that man he hasn't wished to leave your presence unless he has to, and now he so flippantly dismisses you?" He shrugged his shoulders while he followed the man's retreating form. "Just odd in my opinion."

"You're just being overprotective of me," She assumed. "And why am I unable to inform Ser Jorah of our other Jon's existence?"

Ser Jon glanced down at the Targaryen woman as they continued to wander through the streets of the market, "He is from the North, so I assume he is already aware of Jon's existence as being Ned Stark's bastard. If he knew the truth he would either not believe it, or sell the boy out to King Robert."

"Nonsense," She shook her head. "Jorah would never betray me like that."

"But it would not be you he would betray, just your nephew," He pointed out. "Who is also the nephew of the man who exiled Mormont and threatened to execute him if he ever tried to return home."

Daenerys had to admit to the man's logic, she wished to go home so bad to be with her newfound family she was willing to do just about anything to convince her husband. How much would it take for Jorah to try to go home as well? He may truly not see it as betraying her since if Jon was gone she would have the only birthright to the Iron Throne once more. It was all too much to think over at the moment so instead of answering she focused on the stalls on the sides of the path, pulling Irri and Doreah to a small stall with shimmering jewels. The women held up necklaces to the light and compared the bracelets, Dany even purchased a small silver chained necklace with a ruby set in the middle of the piece.

As she continued to let the pleasures of shopping wash away her worries, a man's raised voice cut through the crowd, "I have sweet reds from Lys, Volantis, and the Arbor!" She followed the voice to a Pentosi man standing in front of a multitude of barrels and wine bottles. "Tyroshi pear brandy! Andalish sours! I have them all!" He paused his sales pitch as he watched the silver-haired woman approach with her small entourage. "A taste for the Khaleesi?" Daenerys smirked as she stepped closer to the man. "I have a sweet red from Dorne, my lady. One taste and you'll name your first child after me." He jested with the highborn woman.

"My son already has his name, but I'll try your summer wine. Just a taste."

The man's eyes widened at her accent, "My Lady, you are from Westeros."

Ser Connington stepped forward but before a word could leave his mouth Doreah opened her's, "You have the honor of addressing Daenerys of the house Targaryen, Khaleesi of the riding men, and Princess of the Seven Kingdoms."

The man bowed, "Princess."

Dany giggled at his reaction while Connington frowned, "Rise, I'd still like to taste that wine."

"That?" The man tossed the cup of summer wine aside. "Is Dornish swill. Not worthy of a Princess. I have a dry red from the Arbor, nectar of the Gods. Let me give you a cask." He rummaged through his stores until he pulled out a small barrel and presented towards the Targaryen woman. "A gift!"

"You honor me, sir."

"The honor...the honor is all mine," Ser Jon narrowed his eyes at the man's frantic movements as he pushed the cask into the hands of one of the bloodriders. "You know there are many in your homeland that pray for your return Princess." The man added with a whisper.

Dany smiled innocently at the man, "I hope to repay your kindness someday."

Suddenly before any more words could leave the seller's mouth Ser Mormont appeared and quickly approached the group. Jon gripped his sword tight as he watched the seller's face pale at the sight of the other knight. Why would he seem fearful of Jorah but not the bloodriders or himself?

"Rakharo, put that cask down." The young man obliged the Andal's request and set the small cask onto one of the larger ones in front of him.

Purple eyes stared at the Northerner with confusion, "Is something wrong?"

Jorah kept his eyes on the wine salesman, "I have a thirst, open it." Jorah, Rakharo, and Jon all leveled their gazes from the cask to the seller.

"The wine is for the Khaleesi," The man began to argue. "It is not for the likes of you."

"Open it." The man eyed the group and reluctantly popped the cork off of the cask, releasing the sweet smells of grapes, cranberries, and honeydew into the air. He glanced at the knight to see if he was satisfied. "Pour."

The seller lightly shook his head, "It would be a crime to drink wine this rich without at least giving it time to breathe."

The smile slipped from Daenerys' face, "Do as he says."

The man began to sweat, "As the Princess commands." They watched as he slowly filled a small glass goblet with the dark liquid before he presented it towards the group. Jorah took the cup and held it under his nose, letting the smells waft into his senses. "Sweet isn't it?" Jorah passed the cup to the other knight and Jon smelled the wine, grimacing at the undertones his trained senses detected. "And you can smell the fruits. Taste it, my Lord, and tell me that is not the finest wine that has ever touched your tongue."

Ser Connington brought the goblet slightly closer to his lips while keeping eye contact with the man before pulling the cup away and towards the seller, "You first."

"M-me?" The man quickly shook his head. "I'm afraid I am not worthy of the vintage, besides it is a poor wine merchant who would drink up his own wares."

"You will drink," The Valyrian woman insisted. The man quickly nodded and a tight smile pulled onto his cheeks as he carefully grabbed the cup from the ginger's hands. He tilted his head towards Ser Jorah and the Khaleesi as he slowly brought the cup to his lips. In a flash, he suddenly smashed the goblet to the ground, swept up a large wine barrel, and threw it at the Bloodriders as he attempted to run away down the street. Connington and Rakharo swiftly jumped into action chasing after the man as he sprinted down the paths, and luckily the Dothraki man was able to lasso around his ankle with his whip. Successfully bringing the criminal to the ground. The other two bloodriders harshly grabbed the man as he was dragged away to face his punishment. Jon turned back around to see Jorah escorting the Princess and her servants away and he dutifully followed after. They followed the main path out of the markets and back to the huts the Khalasar had claimed when they first entered the city. Dany paused and waited for Ser Connington to catch up with her before she asked Jorah to take Irri and Doreah back to her tent, the older man reluctantly agreed.

After the three were out of sight she and her faithful knight entered the main tent and the two Westerosi watched as the man who attempted to poison the Targaryen was tied to the main pole of the building and beaten by the bloodriders who apprehended him earlier.

"What will happen to him?" She mumbled.

"When the Khalasar rides he'll be leashed to a saddle and forced to run behind the horses for as long as he can," Jon answered.

"And when he falls?"

The Griffin frowned, "Heard a man last nine miles once before."

"Why does King Robert still wish me dead, Viserys was his threat as the male and he knows not of Jon at all?"

"You highness that is the very reason why. To everyone else in the world you are the last Targaryen, and Targaryens have always been feared for their power."

Her shoulders slumped, "I thought he would leave me alone."

The sound of fabric had the pair turn their heads to see Mormont entering the room, "Poison was the first, but he won't be the last Khaleesi. He will never leave you alone. If you ride to the darkest part of Asshai his assassins will follow you. If you sailed all the way to the Basilisk Isles his spies would tell him. He will never abandon the hunt."

"At least until a greater threat smacks his ass out of that damn seat," The other exiled Lord muttered under his breath.

Jorah continued, "Your son will have Targaryen blood with forty thousand riders behind him."

Daenerys darkened at the thought of the Usurper taking her child from her, "He will not have my son."

"He will not have you either, Khaleesi."

As Jorah offered his words of comfort and reassurance the opening of the tent moved and the remaining bloodriders and Khal Drogo entered the space. The bloodriders circled the room, glaring at the injured man tied in the middle of the area as Khal Drogo approached the simpering coward. He stood above the man glaring and reached his hand out. A torch was quickly placed into his waiting hand and he waved the flames close to the would-be assassins' face before tossing the torch into the firepit in the middle of the room and continuing further towards his wife.

"Moon of my life," Amethyst eyes met smoldering black as he gently caressed her face. "Are you hurt?" She shook her head in disagreement and he carefully placed a kiss onto the crown of her silver hair. He spared a glance over to the two knights, "Jorah the Andal, I heard what you did. Choose any horse you wish, it is yours." The bear gratefully bowed his head at the generous offer. "I make this gift to you."

Drogo dragged his eyes back to his wife, "And to my son, the stallion who will mount the world, I will also pledge a gift." Jon tensed at the burning look in the man's eye. "I will give him the iron chair that his mother's father sat upon." The Khal declared as he strode around the large room. "I will give him the Seven Kingdoms. I, Drogo, will do this. I will take my Khalasar west to where the world ends." The bloodriders cheered. "And ride wooden horses across the black salt water as no Khal has done before." The cheering increased tenfold. "I will kill the men in their iron suits and tear down their stone houses." He claimed as he spat on the seller's face. "I will rape their women, take their children as slaves, and bring their broken gods back to Vaes Dothrak. This, I vow. I, Drogo, son of Bharbo. I swear before the Mother of Mountains as the stars look down in witness!"

The cheering turned thunderous at his vow and the whole of the tent burst into celebration, leaving only the Knights and their Princess shrouded in silence.

"Well," Ser Jorah breathed. "I suppose you'll be going home sooner now, Khaleesi."

And with his words Ser Connington could see the change in the tides of the future, the impending doom of a civil war now cresting over the horizon. Just like glass crashing to the ground.