DAENARYS

Her wedding is fast approaching, but all Dany can think about is Jon Stark or Aegon Targaryen as his mother Lyanna Stark named him. All the arrangements had been made. Khal Drogo is on his way to meet her. 60,000 Dothraki screamers to conquer Westeros for a bride. Her dowry includes one hundred horses, servants, slaves, gold, jewels and much more that will be presented at the wedding. It was all so that her brother Viserys could take back the Iron Throne. During the past few months she and Jon had grown close and there is a mutual attraction between the two of them.

Daenarys is in her room alone. She stares at the fire and then sticks her hand out placing her hand into the flames. She does not scream or flinch. The fire does not harm her. She had been able to do this from the age of thirteen. "I see you are a Fire-Walker..."

She yanks her hand from the fire on the torch and spins to find Jon. "I did not hear you come in..."

He walks up to her, "How long have you been able to do that?"

"Since I was thirteen name days old..."

"Does Viserys know?"

"No..." She shyly replies, then she looks at Jon. "You called it Fire-Walking. What do you know of it?"

"Our great Uncle Aemon told me...Fire Walking is the ability to not be harmed by fire no matter how hot it is..."

"Can you do it?"

"No I am a fire-seer. I can see things before they happen by staring into any flame...There are also Fire Mages...Can Viserys do anything?"

She shakes her head, "No...Nothing I am aware of...He only tells me what he thinks I should know."

"He probably can't...He may be a Targaryen, but he is no Dragon, but I suspect you already know this." She looks away. "Dany. Look at me..." She steels her nerves trying to drive away all desires to kiss him, rip off his clothes, and make love to him. "Do you want this marriage?"

She smiles, "I am a woman...No one cares about my desires or wants."

"I care. If I did not I would not have asked."

"I want to go home." She says with great passion.

"And where is home?"

"Braavos...The house with the red door...I was happy there."

"Come with me...Let us leave this place together. My ship is docked in the harbor. We could be away before anyone knew we were gone."

She turns and walks to the balcony, but does not go out onto it. "That would be irresponsible. Your father and mother were careless and the entire country went to war..."

"My Grandfather...Your father murdered my mother's father and brother...The country would have gone to war anyway..."

She shakes her head, "Don't play word games...You know what I mean..." She replies turning to face him. She always found the strength to say what is on her mind when dealing with Jon.

"Yes, but what do you want?"

"What do you want? You are the heir to the Iron Throne and you would give away our birthright..."

"Viserys…"

"Is unfit to rule...You know this."

Jon walks up to her, "Then you take the Iron Throne...I love you and I think you love me as well...Come with me...I didn't tell Viserys, but I found Aegon the Conqueror's hidden treasure...We can use it to buy an army..."

"And Viserys?"

"He is no Dragon...And he has no love for you. He is only using you to get what he wants. The reason he doesn't want you to learn the sword is because if you do it will build your confidence..."

"I...I...I can't just turn my back on him..." Jon sighs and leaves.

The day finally arrives to meet Khal Drogo. "You look beautiful." Jon says.

"Thank you." She replies.

Mopatis instructs them all on meeting Khal Drogo, Daenarys was not speak, but meet his stare as she is a Princess. They stand together as a large tall man with a long braid rides up on his horse with four men riding with him. Mopatis greets Khal Drogo in the Dothraki language. He just stares at Dany and then a few minutes later he and his men ride off.

Three days later a wedding feat is held on the grounds outside the city. A priest of Pentos officiates and marries them. Daenarys finds the Dothraki to be very interesting. They have no inhibitions when it comes to intimacy and things that should be done in private. Some of the things she witnesses sitting beside her new husband are erotically arousing. Every now and then she would steal a look at Jon.

PART II

JON

Jon tries to show happiness for Daenarys, but inside he wants to take his sword, kill all the Dothraki, take Daenarys and sail away. Jon is presented to Ser Jorah Mormont, "Are you any relation to Lord Commander Jeor Mormont?"
"My father..."

"I remember now...You were accused of selling poachers into slavery and escaped justice."

"I will regret that until the day I die..."

Jon sits with his men and Sam as the wedding gifts are presented to Daenarys and Khal Drogo. Off to the side there are a group of Dothraki pointing and laughing at Sam. Eventually one of the them gets up and walks over to Sam. "It would take six horses to hold this one..."

The Dothraki laugh and so does Viserys as Mopatis translates. "I am sorry I do not speak your language..."

"Are you a boy, a girl, or some thing belched from a cow's ass..."

Jon sighs and stands up, "Ser Jorah...Please tell him to leave my friend alone!" Jon says in a commanding voice.

After Ser Jorah translates the Dothraki laughs, "They grow them pretty across the poisoned water..." Again many Dothraki laugh, "Is he your woman that you would come to his aid?"

Ser Jorah Translates, "Tell him that where I come from...It is an honor to defend one's friends from men who take pleasure in abusing those they consider easy prey..."

"Amog asks if you would draw swords?"

"Tell him I would be honored to make him yield..."

"If you fight him Lord Stark it will be to the death..."

Daenarys stands up, "No...Tell him to stop this."

"I cannot Khaleesi. It is a matter of honor."

A place is made and Jon has his armor removed to fight like a Dothraki. "If you beat him you will gain their respect..."

"Give me an Arahk…" Khal Drogo throws Jon his sword. Jon nods to him.

Men start beating on drums while the women chant Dothraki battle songs. Amog makes the first attack leaping at Jon swinging his Arahk. "When facing a swordsman using a foreign style of fighting you are unfamiliar with...Stay on the defensive, adapt to his style, and look for an opening...Use your speed, but if he is faster use his speed against him..."

Ser Rodrick's words echo in Jon's mind as he fights Amog. Amog is fast, but in regards to speed Jon is faster. His speed enables him to block all of Amog's attacks and learn his patterns. After seven moves Jon counters and goes on the offensive. Amog manages to elbow Jon in the head. He rolls away and thrusts his sword to keep Amog at a distance until he can reset. Jon twirls his sword from side to side which allows him to get back to his feet.

As they fight the Dothraki chant howl and scream. Eventually Jon hooks his sword into Amog's and yanks his weapon away. Then Jon slashes him across the stomach. Amog goes down to one knee.

"YEILD!" Jon commands.

"I will not kill me or I will kill your friend...Only blood will bring you peace..."

Ser Jorah translates. Jon yells and slashes him across the neck. It was the first time Jon had taken a life. The Dothraki congratulate him on a battle well fought. Amog's woman leans over his body whaling and lamenting his death. Amog's friends and Kin take up his body.

"Is that the first time you ever killed a man?" Jorah asks later after Khal Drogo had taken Dany away to bed her.

"Aye..."

"It won't be your last..." He offers Jon a drink. "I have heard some rumors about you...Are you truly the son of Rhaegar Targaryen?"

Jon looks at Jorah, "Who told you that?"

"I hear things..." Jon stares at him, "I heard Mopatis talking."

"Yes I am the son of Rhaegar Targaryen and if you ever repeat that to another soul I will kill you..." Jon walks away.