First chapter! This is exciting stuff guys! From now on, my update will be Sunday, Monday, or Tuesday nights. I will try to have at least two chapters up each week. Alright, here ya go, chapter 1! Comments, questions, concerns, opinions, and helpful critique are always welcome! Oh, one last thing! If there is dialouge in italic font, it means that that character is speaking Dothraki.

Rhaenyra's POV

I sighed, shifting in my seat for the millionth time this morning. My older brother, Viserys, had called me and my sister Daenerys to a council room for what he said was an important announcement. Really, he was just going on about hating the Baratheons and Lannisters and Starks, while saying he was the rightful king and would crush them. He went on one of his rants at least once a day. I wondered if this was all going to lead up to something, or if this was all for nothing.

"But, sweet sisters, I have a new plan to crush my enemies and take back MY Iron Throne," Viserys exclaimed, "I am going to buy an army to fight for me!"

"That sounds wonderful, Your Grace, but where will we get the money to buy such a large army? Surely Master Illyrio cannot lend us so much." Daenerys responds politely.

She has always been more diplomatic than me. I guess I have what you could call a rebellious side to my personality. I try never to speak up against Viserys, but sometimes it just slips out.

"No, Master Illyrio is lending us no money, and I am not using money to buy this army. I am using something much, much more precious than that." A sick smile creeps up my brothers face, and I cringe inwardly.

"What could possibly buy an army other than money, dear brother?" Dany returns Viserys' creepy smile with a sweet, sincere smile of her own.

"Betrothals, sweet sister. That is what I am using to buy my army. You see, I have two young, beautiful sisters, but they can't fight, or take a whole empire. But, they can marry a warlord and give me an army. I have arranged marriages for you, sisters. Have you ever heard of the Dothraki? Fearsome warriors. Just magnificent on the battlefield! I have found the two largest khalasars in all of the Great Grass Sea, and the Khals of each khalasar have agreed upon joining their khalasars to fight for me. Daenerys you, will marry Khal Drogo, and Rhaenyra, you will marry Khal Vijek. You will have a double wedding, and it will be in one week." Viserys explained.

Horrified, I looked over at Dany, she looked equally as horrified as me, but most likely she wasn't going to do anything about it.

"What?" I managed, through my jumble of emotions. I could feel tears sliding across my cheeks. I always knew Viserys never had a good relationship with Daenerys or me, but I never thought he would treat us like property, selling us without a second thought.

"Yes, the arrangements have already been made, the Khals ride in tomorrow to see you and Daenerys." He nodded, looking smug.

"No, I won't marry a brutish, unmoral beast!" I didn't mean for it to slip out, but it did and there is no taking it back now.

Getting up, I run from the council chamber, tears streaking down my face, as I head for my room. I can hear Daenerys running after me, but I don't want to stop and wait for her. As I reach my chamber, I collapse on my bed, sobs tearing through my body. I don't want to marry a brute! Dany walks into the room, closing the door gently, and sitting next to me on the bed. I move over and lean my head on her shoulder.

"How can you be okay with this?" I ask, my voice hoarse from crying. "He is selling us like a cow to the slaughterhouse."

"Maybe it's for the best. Maybe after Viserys wins back the Iron Throne, he will buy us back." She rubs my back, leaning her head on the top of mine.

"That would never happen! He doesn't care that much about us. All he want is to reclaim the Iron Throne. Do you know anything of Dothraki culture? They take their women out in the open, with their whole tribe watching! Their women don't cover their breasts! It is said that they lay with their horses! I don't want to be a part of that!" I rant.

"At least we won't have to suffer beatings and mood swings from Viserys anymore." Dany points out.

I have nothing to say back, so we just sit there for a few minutes, leaning against each other, being each others strength. I hear, quick anygry footsteps pounding down the hallway, and fear clenches my heart. I know Viserys is coming to punish me for my earlier outburt. He shoves the doors open, and glares at me, with murder in his eyes. I scoot off the bed and attemt to back away from him, but he lunges for me. Pick me up by my neck, and pushing me up against the wall, so my feet aren't touching the floor, he starts yelling.

"HOW DARE YOU DISRESPECT YOUR KING, YOU DISGUSTING LITTLE WHORE!" He screams. "YOU ARE SO CLOSE TO WAKING THE DRAGON! IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT? DO YOU WANT TO WAKE THE DRAGON?"

I sob, trying to pry his hands off my neck, saying I'm sorry, and begging him to stop. I can hear Dany crying and begging Viserys to let me down. I gasp for breath, begging him for forgiveness. He sighs and drops me. I flop to the ground, gasping like a fish without water.

"I better not hear anything more disrespectful out of your mouth again, are we clear?" Viserys demands

I nod, still laying on the floor trying to catch my breath.

"Just so you don't forget, here's a little something to help you remember." He pulls me off the ground, and strikes my face. I wince from the pain, and let out a cry. He hits me four more times, leaving cuts from the rings he wears.

He sneers at me, then walks out of the bedroom. Dany instantly rushes to me, puting my arm around her neck, and her arm around my waist. She pulls me to the bathroom, sitting me in a chair, and begining to clean my cuts with a soft cloth. I wince at the sting, but sit still as she wipes at my face. After she is done, she helps me to my bed, and I lay down carefully leaning my face against my pillow. I can already feel the bruises forming.

Dany kisses my forehead then goes to her bed across the room. I close my eyes, hoping Viserys will be in a better mood tomorrow. Maybe Dany is right, maybe our betrothals won't be so bad. Maybe I could actually be happy without having to worry about Viserys' mood swings every day.