Chapter 2 guys! Sorry it's so late, I had a marching band sectional, and it was really long. I swear, I've been typing since I got home! Just to clarify, Dany is 15 and Nyra is 14. Also, a reminder, any dialogue in italics is when a character is speaking Dothraki. Happy reading! Questions, comments, concerns, opinions, and helpful critique please!

Rhaenyra's POV

Sun beams down on my face, and I blink the sleep out of my eyes. Sitting up, I look across the room and see that Dany is still asleep. I pull my covers off, and step out of bed, moving lightly to the bathroom. I look in the mirror, and notice the ugly purple bruises that have formed around my neck and on the left side of my face. Putting a finger to my cheek, I push with the slightest pressure, testing how bad it is. It isn't as bad as I thought it would be, and the cuts from Viserys' rings are very shallow. Hopefully my face and neck will be all back to normal by the wedding.

Ugh, the wedding.

Khal Vijek and Khal Drogo ride in today to see Dany and I. I wonder what will happen. I don't think they can speak the common tongue, and I know the neither Dany or myself can speak Dothraki. Perhaps I could have Master Illyrio teach me a few Dothraki phrases.

I walk back into the bedroom, and over to Dany's bed. She is still asleep! She always sleeps in so late, its unfair because I always wake up when the sun rises. Supressing a giggle, I climb onto her bed and stand up.

"Earthquake! Earthquake!" I yell, jumping up and down. We always used to wake each other up like this when we were younger.

"Mmmppfff!" Dany groans, still half asleep. "Go 'way Nyra."

"Dany, we have to go! The house is going to fall down, with us in it!" I nudge her with my foot, still jumping.

"Uhh, okay okay, I'm coming!" She rolls out of bed, falling ungracefully to the floor.

I climb off the bed, and sit next to her on the floor. She still has her eyes closed and looks like she is about to fall back asleep. I reach up grab one of the pillows off her bed, and softly hit her with it. She doesn't respond, so I hit her a little harder. Still, she doesn't move, so I give her a good whack, and she opens her eyes looking all startled.

"What was that for, Nyra?" She grumbles, squinting her eyes open.

"It's not my foult you're such a heavy sleeper. Maybe if you would get up easily, I wouldn't have to hit you with a pillow." I smile innocently at her.

"Whatever. How's your face and neck feeling?" She puts her hand against my neck, feeling the bruises.

"Not bad. They only hurt when you press on it, and the cuts are shallow. I hope they heal before the wedding." I say.

"I thought you were totally against the wedding?" She sounds confused.

"Well I was thinking about it, and you're right. Maybe it won't be so bad, and at least we won't have to endure Viserys' wrath." I shrug, then stand up from the floor and walk to my wardrobe. "The Khals are coming to see us today, we should probably look pretty if we want them to like us. Sorry Dany, I don't think there's much we can do for you. Hopefully Khal Drogo doesn't care about looks."

"Hey, I'm pretty!" Dany protests.

"Yeah, and fat." I counter

"I am not! You're fat!" She fires back.

"Alright, alright, you're gorgeous and skinny." I relent, giggling.

"That's what I thought." She says flipping her hair, then going to her wardrobe.

"When are they coming?" She asks, rummaging through her dresses.

"Midday, I think." I say, looking through my own dresses.

"Do you know if they are staying long?" She pulls out a soft, flowy, purple dress, and lays it on the bed.

"Uhmm, I don't know, I can't really picture them sitting down for lunch with us." I find a deep indigo dress that flares out at the bottom.

Walking to the bathroom, I call for one of my handmaidens to draw a bath. I lay the dress out on the counter, then look into the mirror, at my face.

"Do you think there is anything we can do to hide these bruises?" I ask, turning to face my handmaiden.

"No, m'lady, I don't think so. We could tie a scarf 'round your neck, but that wouldn't look too great, I don't think." She mumbles, pouring hot water and soap into the bath.

"Okay thanks anyway." I sigh.

After taking my bath, and twisting my hair so half was up and half was down, with my bangs hanging out, I slipped on my dress. Looking in the mirror, I studied my bruises, and frowned. I wish they would go away, I hate bruises.

I walk out of the bathroom, and see that Dany is ready. With her soft purple dress on, she looks gorgeous.

"Ready?" I walk over to her, linking my arm through her.

"I guess. I'm nervous." She replies.

"I know, I am too." We walk down the hall to find Viserys and Master Illyrio waiting for us.

"It's about time. We've been waiting for far to long. You should never make a king wait." Viserys sneers at us.

"We are truly sorry, Your Grace." I mumble, looking down, so as not to look into his eyes.

"Whatever. They should be here soon, we shall wait for them in the gardens." He strides off, through the halls, to the garden.

Dany and I follow, our arms still linked. I squint at the sun as we step outside, then walk over to a bench and sit. I watch the flowers sway with the wind, and bees and butterflys fluttering around. It's a beautiful day, but nothing can ease up the anxiety clawing in my stomach. We sit for another few minutes, and then I hear horses riding towards us they're hooves clapping against the stones like thunder. I stand and follow Master Illyrio, Viserys, and Dany over to the steps.

As the Khals ride up, I look at both of them. One has a long beard, and a scar across his eye, and looks particularly grumpy. The other has a clean shaven face, and a scar across his chin, and looks more optomistic. Master Illyrio steps forward to greet them, as Dany and I stand at Viserys sides.

"Khal Drogo, the one with the beard, has never lost a fight. Thats why his braid is so long, the Dothrki cut it off if they lose a fight so all the world can see their shame. Khal Vijek, the clean shaven one, is one of the youngest Khals ever, and certainly the most powerful. He has 70,000 Dothraki warriors in his khalasar." Viserys whispers to us.

"Daenerys, Rhaenyra, come here please." Master Illyrio calls.

We both walk forward, and stand next to him.

He turns to face Khal Drogo, "This is Daenerys Targaryen, your betrothed."

The Khal looks at her for a while, then nods, "She will do fine."

Master Illyrio smiles, and turns to Khal Vijek, "This is Rhaenyra Targaryen, your betrothed."

Khal Vijek studies me for a little, then dismounts his horse, walking up to me. He towers over me, I only reach his mid chest.

"What happened to your face and neck?" His voice is deep, and rumbly.

I look to Master Illyrio for help.

"He asks what happened to your face and neck." Illyrio translates.

"Umm, tell him it was an accident." I reply nervously, hoping Viserys can't hear us.

"It was an accident, she says." Illyrio says.

"Horseshit, what happened to her?" Vijek demands angrily at Illyrio.

"Her brother punished her, as is his right, as King." Illyrio looks away from Vijek.

"You tell the little worm, that if I see one more mark on her, I will gut him like a fish." Vijek grumbles.

"Y-yes Khal." Illyrio stammers.

Vijek turns away from Illyrio to look at me, his eyes going soft. He reaches out an enourmous calloused hand and, with surprising gentleness, traces his fingers over the bruises.

"When you are mine, no harm shall come to you. And anyone who brings you pain or suffering shall die by my hand." He caresses my cheek, then returns to his horse, mounting up, and riding away. Illyrio quickly translates what he told me, and I smile. I'm starting to think that this marriage isn't a bad thing. I recall how his eyes softened as he looked at me, and for the first time in forever I feel a new emotion. Hope.