I Don't Own Game of Thrones, the Song of Ice and Fire or any of their Characters
Daenerys
There was an intense staredown going on between Daenerys and a gorgeous brunette who stood on her front porch. The woman wore a yellow ruffled spaghetti strap top with denim hot pants and gladiator sandals. Odd choice of attire when it was still early April.
Her name was Doreah. An old schoolmate of Daenerys's and a frequent floozy of Viserys. His favorite at least. There had been many times when she would be seen hanging off his arm when they were in town. She also frequented the same pubs as he did. And he often showered her with expensive gifts.
Which is what brought them here to this point. Apparently, Viserys had promised Doreah a night in the town. Some time at the pub, a nice dinner and then a stay at some fancy hotel. Which all would obviously be paid for on Daenerys's dime. Not anymore.
Doreah crossed her arms with an annoyed huff when she still wasn't permitted entry. She tapped her foot impatiently. "Viserys doesn't need your permission to take me out, Dany."
This had Daenerys roll her eyes at the woman again. "No, but to take you out, he needs money. Which he doesn't have."
"Of course, he does!" Doreah insisted, and lifted up her wrist to show her a shiny bracelet. "Do you think he would've bought me this if he couldn't afford it?"
Daenerys's eyes zeroed in on the shiny thing on her wrist. "So that's where it went!" She took hold of her arm. "Hessonite, right?"
Doreah blinked, uncertain. "Yeah, why?"
"I've been looking for this." The Targaryen woman unclasped the bracelet and let it fall into her palm. "Viserys wouldn't tell me who he bought it for."
The other woman gaped in outrage, "Oi, that's mine!"
Daenerys moved the piece of jewelry out of her reach, "Not anymore. I'm returning it."
"It was a gift!" Doreah defended as she tried to move for it. "Viserys bought it for me!"
"He did," Daenerys confirmed with an edge to her voice. "With a credit card in my name. I made no such authorized purchase. You see, all of the things he's bought was done with my money. Without my permission. That includes the date you two have planned tonight. You can still go, if you want. But you'll end up paying the bill."
Doreah sighed loudly and placed her hands on her hips. Finally, she said, "I had no way of knowing that the bracelet was bought with your money. So, technically, it's still my property. Thus, you're stealing. I could file a complaint."
"Do that," Daenerys started, a new feeling of glee making her smirk. "And I'll let them know what Viserys did. I'll show them the receipt from the purchase he made online with the credit card he used. The one that has my name on it. Since it was for you," She shrugged, "I'm sure that it could be viewed as a conspiracy."
Her old schoolmate gaped in outrage, "I already told you that I didn't know!"
Daenerys shrugged, "Feel free to tell them that. They might believe you. Then again, they might not. Question is, do you want to take that chance?"
Doreah pursued her lips as she weighed her options. Her blue eyes staring angry holes into Daenerys's lilac ones. Eventually, with one last huff, Doreah turned her back and retreated from the porch.
Daenerys shut the door with a sigh. This was already becoming tiresome. It had been a couple weeks since she left his house. And ever since, she was still trying to pick up the pieces her brother dropped. She stared at the nice piece of jewelry with contempt. Another item to check off the list. So far, she'd managed to sell enough of her brother's horde to pay off one card. Unfortunately, due to the late fees, she was barely through half of the second card and there were three more after that.
She wanted to cry. Even if she returned every single item Viserys had bought, it wouldn't be enough to pay off the cards and the late fees. Even if she hadn't broken the television. She thought she'd been trapped before. For a long time, she always believed that if you were at the bottom of the barrel, there only place to go was up. No one had anticipated that her barrel would get deeper and deeper every time she turned her back. She was never going to be free. All because of her brother.
Dropping the bracelet into her pocket, she pulled her bag down from the coat rack as she heard him come down the steps. She gave him a pointed stare, "Doreah was just here."
He perked up, "Really? When?"
"Just now," She answered, "I sent her on her way after taking the bracelet back."
"Now why would you do that?" He asked in an annoyed tone. "She liked that bracelet. Been begging me for it for months. And we had plans this afternoon."
"Not anymore," She muttered, grabbing her jacket as she opened the door. "Viserys, I'm going to pick up some groceries. Then the pawn shop because wherever you bought this thing doesn't accept returns."
His voice followed after her as she crossed the lawn, "Why not just sell one of my kidneys while you're at it?"
"Don't tempt me." She warned, not looking back. "Try not to burn the house down while I'm gone. And read the damn newspaper! I circled somem job openings that fit your qualifications. I personally recommend the one at the equestrian center to clean up horse dung. You'd be a natural."
The trip to the shop was uneventful. Normally, Daenerys would go to the one that was around the corner on their street. She only needed some cream, eggs and garlic. But the pawn shop was further into town so there was no escaping the bus ride she needed to take. Luckily there was a convenience store not far from it. She didn't get much for the bracelet. Only £200, but it was better than nothing.
But that wasn't the real reason she needed to leave the house. It was April 12th, the day she lost Rhaego. Her son. Every year on this date, she would go to the cemetery and visit with him. Talk with him and read him a book. Sometimes it doesn't even feel like it's been twelve years.
The bus ride was tedious to say the least. It was only half an hour but it seemed to go on forever. It stopped on the main street east of the cemetery so she had to walk the rest of the way to the entrance.
It felt different this time. Going to Rhaego's resting place. Last time she was here, she was accompanied by him. The first person to ever learn of her secret. It made her feel even more alone. She let someone into her heart only for it to be shattered in a manner of minutes. Just as she feared.
The bus came to a stop, making her withdraw from her thoughts. She quickly hopped off and then started up the road. It wasn't out of her way. She'd already worked at the Cafe that morning, so the rest of her day was free. She still hadn't found a second job yet. A part of her was glad that she had extra freetime while another part of her felt she was just being lazy. Some much time to think and let her mind wander.
Walking normally took only about fifteen minutes before the gates became visible. Clutching the small bouquet in her arms as she walked down the familiar path. Keeping to herself as she kept a respectful distance from the other mourners. The greenery and animal sounds brought her some peace and kept her calm.
A familiar tree came into her eyesight and she quickened her pace. But when she finally saw Rheago's stone, she froze. There, placed gently beneath his engraved name, was a fresh bouquet of orange daisies. As if they'd been placed there mere minutes before.
Amazed, Daenerys looked up to check her surroundings. Searching for any signs of someone leaving recently. There was no one. Curious, she knelt down in front of the lonely stone and stroked the petals gently. Daisies represent innocence. These had been left for Rhaego.
He came here. She thought as her vision became blurry. Her chest aching with so much emotion that she held her hand over her mouth so she wouldn't make a sound. She must have just missed him because the flowers hadn't been there long. They weren't even wilting yet.
She placed her own bouquet right next to them and gazed at them thoughtfully. Rhaego's stone looked so vibrant surrounded by all the flowers. For years she believed this part of her world was only meant for her. Then she brought him. And here, he went out of his way to pay his respects to a child that he never met. There was no relation between them. He'd never known the child existed until she brought him here. There weren't even any fallen leaves or clumps of dirt on it. It had been treated with care before she arrived.
Her emotions were all over the place. She wanted to tell herself that she didn't understand why he would go to such efforts to give her son some company. But she knew the answer already. No matter how hard she wanted to deny it. He genuinely cares. Not just about her, but about everything that involved her. He didn't have to come back here. But he knew what her son meant to her.
She wanted to be angry. No matter how hard she tried to close her heart off from what they had, it was futile. It was all the little things that made him a good person. A genuinely good person.
Daenerys's heart was heavy as she rode the bus back home. Her feelings more conflicted than ever. Yesterday, she was still angry at him. Knowing what he knew and keeping it from her. He said it was to protect her. So she wouldn't have to know the horrible truth about her family. At the time, it made her feel like he only did it because he only wanted her to know that he saved her. That his promises of protection and love weren't real.
But she was wrong. Seeing the flowers he'd left for Rhaego confirmed that. There was nothing for him to gain by doing that. But he did it anyway. Because he loved her. She finally let herself accept it.
Where did that leave her now? Should she call him? Go to his house? Neither sounded like a good plan. She wasn't even sure if she wanted to see him yet. What if he didn't want to see her? He was the kind person that would respect her wishes no matter how much it hurt him. Gods, maybe she had blown it. Even his kindness could only go so far. She should just leave him alone and be grateful to cherish the memories she still has with him.
She hoisted the bag of groceries over her shoulder as she got off the bus and headed towards her house. She stayed at the cemetery so long that she barely noticed how dark it got before she finally left.
Her house came into view on top of the hill and she quickened her steps. Shuddering when she heard thunder booming in the distance. As much as she liked the sound of a good rainstorm, she didn't want to be in it. She ran the rest of the way. Not stopping even when she made it to the front porch. Not until she unlocked the door and slammed it behind her.
She let out a sigh of relief as she sagged against the door. Lightning flashed through the windows and the lights cut out not a second later. "Bugger!"
"Dany, is that you?" She heard Viserys call out to her from the kitchen.
It was for her to hold back a snide remark. "Yes, it's me! I'm back!"
"Did you forget to pay the light bill?" His voice got closer as she shrugged out of her coat. "They just went out."
"I can see that, Viserys," She hissed. "Yes, I paid the bill. It's the storm, you twit."
"Oh," Another flash of lightning flashed throughout the house and she could finally see him as he stepped into the foyer. He looked around curious. "Where are the candles then?"
"In the attic, where they've always been." She snorted when he bit he looked up the stairs. "Useless. I'll get them."
"No!" He reached out and grabbed her arms.
She looked up at him, startled, "What?"
"I...er…" He cleared his throat. "Don't worry about that. You've been working so hard. I'll go get them."
She narrowed her eyes in suspicion. He was hiding something. That much is certain. "Is there something you'd like to tell me, Viserys?"
He shook his head furiously, "No, nothing!" Then he turned her and pushed her towards the stairs. "Now don't worry you about a thing! Go ahead into your room and I'll bring out the candles."
"Mmm hmm," She rolled her eyes as she climbed the stairs. "Just be careful when you light them."
His eager voice was right behind her as he followed her to her room. His hands on her shoulders, "Of course, Dany, whatever you say."
She shrugged him off, "I think I can make my own way into my room, Viserys, just go."
He removed his hands and held them up in surrender. His expression nervous, "Sorry, Dany, I was just trying to help."
She pointed back at the stairs, "You can start by getting the candles and oil lamps. Go on then!" Pushing at his chest, she said, "If you're worried about spiders, don't, they're there. Shoo!" The door shut in his face. Honestly! She had no idea what had gotten into him.
Out of habit, she reached for the lightswitch. When nothing happened, her head fell back in annoyance. "Right, duh." There was a click at the door and she frowned. Waving it off, she took her phone out of her pocket and threw it on the bed. Plopping right next to it, she leaned down to unlace her shoes.
Ice shot up her spine. She wasn't alone in the room.
Slowly, she lifted her head while keeping her back bent so she could sweep the room with her eyes. Looking for anything out of place. Which was near impossible in the dark room with the only light coming from outside that appeared in flashes.
It was the lightning that helped her spot him in the shadows. A large hulking man stood in the far corner of her room by the window. She froze.
The stranger before her was all muscle. His biceps alone were larger than her head. Even from where she sat, she could see that he had to be at least seven feet tall. He wore a quilted jacket that did nothing save make him look larger. That had to be it's main purpose.
"'Ello, luv" The man in question greeted as he stepped out of the shadows. "I've been wait'n for ya's."
"Have you?" Daenerys straightened her back and regarded him coolly.
He put a cigar in his mouth and lit it.
On the inside she was terrified. There could only be one reason why there was a strange man in her bedroom. What she really wanted to do was flee but there was no easy escape at this point. She had to keep him talking. "I'm sorry, Sir, but whatever my brother has told you, I don't fancy strange men letting themselves into my room."
He took a puff from the cigar and blew out the smoke in her direction. "Well, I'm no stranger, luv." His cheshire-like grin was everything but comforting. "I'm an old mate of Viserys. From Manchester."
She shook her head calmly, "Nope, hasn't said anything."
He took a step forward as he took another drag from the cigar. It's tip lighting up in orange as ashes fell onto the carpet. "Names, Gregor Clegane. Most call me the mountain." That thing stayed between his teeth while he shrugged off his jacket, one arm at a time. "Don't worry. You'll know me a bettah in a minute."
Nevermind, waiting. She needed to leave. Now. She jumped from the bed and made a straight for her door. Almost crying in relief when she got her hands on the doorknob. But her excitement was short-lived when it wouldn't open. She frantically pulled on it until she realized it was locked from the outside.
She felt rather than heard Gregor get closer behind her and she started desperately beating on the door with her fist. "Viserys! Viserys open the door!" There was no answer. Instead, one heavily muscled arm wrapped itself around her torso while the other clamped a hand over her mouth. She bucked and kicked as he pulled her away back towards the bed.
Tears fogged her vision as her fighting proved useless. Her screams were muffled against his hand. His mass and height practically drowned her as he held her tight. He was getting ready to toss her on the bed when his hand slipped. Without thinking, she bit down; hard.
"Fuck!" He yelped and threw her so hard that she landed on the lamp on the bedside table, breaking it and slicing her hand open. "That hurt, you stupid cunt!" He pulled her shoulder so she was lying face up before taking a swing at her face. The blow would've knocked her off her feet if she wasn't already lying down. She felt her brain rattle around in her skull. There was a tear and she felt her shirt being ripped open down to her chest. She sobbed as his rough hands rubbed and squeezed all over her body.
At the sound of a belt buckle coming on done, she panicked and started kicking again. He kept his forearm down on her upper body to keep her still while he continued to remove his pants. She reached her hands out as she tried to backaway further while under his hold. She felt something sharp cut her finger and she blinked. The lamp.
Her fingers wrapped around the large piece of glass just as he'd unzipped his jeans and reached in. With a pained shout, she struck. Fist she sliced at his arms. Making him shout out in alarm. His busy hand left his crotch and he tried to get it away from her as the other still kept her pinned against the mattress. She had seconds. Squeezing the piece of porcelain so tight that it cut into her hand and fingers so he wouldn't be able to take it from her. She took one last swipe at the hand that was trying to disarm her and then stuck it into his side. Deep
His cry of pain was music to her ears as he finally released her. She fought against the dizziness as she kicked herself off the bed and ran for the window. She banged at the frame, damn thing was stuck. She put all of her weight against and the latch finally gave in and it lifted. Just a foot away and she was home free. Reaching the outer frame, she moved to pull herself out...only for a large hand to completely wrap around her ankle and pull her back.
"No!" The scream came from her as she was yanked away from freedom. She hopped on her free foot as she hopelessly pulled against his strong grip. Weeping as she looked over her shoulder to see him on his knees crawling towards her.
In her peripheral, she spotted her white dragon figurine on the other bedside table closest to her. She sucked in a harsh breath and released her grip on the windowsill, and took hold of the small thing. She threw it with the strength she didn't know she had and it shattered against his head.
It barely made a dent on him but it was enough for him to let go and for her to thrust herself out the window. She shut the window behind her and she slowly crept down the valley of the roof. The window shattering open scared her and she lost her footing. She tripped and rolled down the rest of the roof until she took hold of the ledge. Hanging from there she could see Gregor with a chair and yanking it out of the window.
With nowhere else to go, she let herself drop. She landed on the bushes like she hoped. But miscalculated the angle she was falling and her ankle hit the surface first before the rest of her did. She didn't even have time to think about the pain her whole body was going through. With the use of her will as the only strength she had left, she rolled herself out of the bush and onto her good foot. With determination she didn't know she had, she fled.
After she'd made it down the hill, she aimlessly continued to limp along the road. How far was she going to get? With her ankle throbbing in protest with every step she took, it was getting harder. She was amazed that she could even stand up right as she limped down the side of the road.
In the distance, she could hear a car approaching. At the moment, she didn't know if that was good or bad. It could just be a good samaritan, but it also could be him coming after her. Thinking it best not to chance it, she kept on. When the headlights eventually glowed behind her, overcasting her shadow ahead of her. Still, she kept on.
When the car honked at her, she hobbled faster. She didn't pay close enough attention to the uneven terrain. Her good foot managed to get caught in a pothole and she collapsed in a heap on the ground. She landed right on her face in the dirt. Still she tried to crawl. The car swerved to a stop not far from her and she eventually gave up and let her body give out. This is how I die. She thought, surrendering to her fate. He'll probably shoot me and then bury me in a shallow grave somewhere in the woods. Where years will pass before they ever find my corpse.
She let herself go completely limp. Her thoughts traveled back to him one last time. Jorah. Pretending she couldn't hear two car doors open and close. Nor the two pairs of footsteps coming toward her. Instead, she let her head fill with the memories she had of him.
His kind face. Those beautiful blue eyes. The smile he reserved only for her and filled her with warmth. His strong arms wrapped around her as he held her close.
"Gods, it is her!"
The voice in the distance still penetrated her senses. It was a man. But not the one she was expecting. No, she knew this voice. But from where? Before she could question it further, she heard a woman's horrified gasp.
"Dany!" She knew that voice too. Both of them were closer now. Almost on top of her. "Dany, can you hear me?" She startled at the familiarity and almost wept. Sansa.
Someone brushed her hair away from her neck and off her face. The glare from the headlights made her flinch and turn her head away. "Easy now, you're okay." Strong arms slid under her body and she moaned in pain as she was being lifted from the wet ground.
"You're alright, Dany, we got you," Sansa's voice was soft soothing.
"Help me get her in the back seat, luv." Daenerys could recognize him now as he carried her towards the car. It was Jon Snow. Sansa's boyfriend. "Here," She felt Sansa take hold of her shoulders and place her head on her lap while Jon gently bent her knees so she would fit. "Get her feet." Then he shut the door.
Sansa stroked her hair and kept her voice low, "Dany, can you hear me?" Daenerys shuddered in response, "What happened?"
"Give her a minute, Sansa." Jon spoke up from the driver's seat as he started the car. "I don't think she can answer you yet."
Daenerys mumbled, all the burden from what just happened was making her go in and out. She tried again, "man...serys...waiting...for me..."
Sansa leaned in closer so her ear was next to her mouth, "Man series? Waiting for you? What? Dany, come on!"
With her last little bit of strength, Daenerys whispered, "A man was waiting for me," She hissed as the her ankle throbbed, "Viserys...brought him to rape...me." And finally, her exhaustion won out.