Okay, sorry I have taken so long to update! I have been crazy busy, rummage sale, band camp, first two weeks of school, marching band practice, and now into the third week of school. Someone asked how Rhaenyra looks, so here. She has the signature Targaryen white blond hair, and purple eyes. She is short, around 5'3" and skinny. And still only 14 years old. Also, I'm sorry for the time skipping in this, but I have it all planned out. And also, don't get mad at me for the events in this chapter. This is my fan fiction, so not everything that happened in the show or books is going to happen in this. So yeah, don't get mad at me because this isn't the same as the show or books. Again, all dialogue in italics is Dothraki. Mojoanne's name is pronounced (moe-jho-ahh-nee). Comments, questions, concerns, opinions, and helpful critique is always helpful, and I love them all! Hope you enjoy!

Rhaenyra's POV

Mojoanne had told me three weeks ago, that if I didn't bleed in two weeks, then I was pregnant. It has been three weeks since she said that, and I haven't bled. I am pregnant. I don't know how to tell Vijek. I know that he will be happy, but I just don't know if I should come right out and say it, or hint at it. Vijek is so good to me. Over the past five weeks that I have been with the khalasar, he has made me feel so treasured, and loved, that I don't know what I would do without him. Even though our marriage was arranged, I have fallen completely in love with him, and can't imagine myself being married to any other man. Of course, there is still the annoyance of Viserys's presence, but he doesn't talk much anymore. He is so miserable that he doesn't talk to Dany or I unless it is to insult us. And he really doesn't insult us that much. I think all his effort goes into trying not to look like he is completely uncomfortable. I just hope that he stays that way for a while. It has been peaceful without him trying to prove he is better than everyone else.

The khalasar has decided to stop traveling for three days, and it is the second day. We start off again tomorrow. It has been nice to be still for a while, not jolting around on my horse all the time. Mojoanne is my favorite handmaiden, and helps me learn more Dothraki and things about the culture. Dany has been extremely supportive about my pregnancy, and I hope that she will be pregnant soon too. We always used to say that we would have kids at the same time so that they could grow up to be best friends like we grew up.

Night was falling, and Vijek still hadn't come to our tent. I wasn't worried, he usually liked to stay out around the fire pit and drink with his friends. I sat on our bed of animal pelts, with my knees pulled up to my chest, and my arms wrapped around my legs. My chest of dragon eggs sat near the fire, and I had been staring at it for the past hour. I wondered if it was true that they were never going to hatch. When Dany and I were little, and Viserys was nice to us, he used to tell us stories about the great dragons. While the tales would give other children nightmares, they gave me dreams. I always dreamed that I would have my own dragon, and he would take me away from all the poverty and begging that was my childhood. But those were just dreams. My dragon eggs would never hatch. I sigh, and get up, walking over to the egg chest. Gently, I close the heavy wood top, and return to the bed, and lay down. My eyes drift shut in a matter of minutes.

When I open my eyes again, a few hours later, I shiver. Usually I wake up super warm, with Vijek holding me to his side, his head resting on top of mine. But his side of the bed is undisturbed and cold, as if he hadn't come to bed at all. I blink the sleep out of my eyes, and get up. As I exit our tent, I see no one around, and all the fires are out. No one is up, but where is Vijek? I shake my head, and start walking around camp, wondering where he could be. After walking around for a few minutes, I see a fire a little ways from camp. I squint my eyes trying to see who it is. I can make out three men standing by the fire, pointing their hands at each other and making angry gestures. It looks like Vijek, Drogo, and Ser Jorah. I wonder what they are fighting about. I walk to where my horse is tied up, and untie and saddle her. Mounting up, I ride over to where the men are, and stop a little ways away. I dismount and hold the reins, walking quietly over to where I can hear them.

" I have suspected you were up to something for a few weeks, but this proves it! I should kill you! You pledged your loyalty to Rheanyra and Daenerys, and now we learn that you are spying on them for the king? You are a fucking dead man, Mormont. I'm going to kill you after you explain to me why the hell you agreed to do this." Vijek snarled, shaking with rage.

"I-I didn't want to, but they offered me a royal pardon. I could go home, they told me. I thought that I would tell them some information, a-and then go home before any real harm was done. But they want me to stay until they have- uh- properly taken care of the t-threat to the throne." Jorah stammered.

"What do you mean by properly taken care of?" Drogo grunted.

"They mean to kill the Khaleesi's" Jorah hung his head in shame.

"Do you know if and when they are going to try and kill them?" Vijek stalked menacingly towards Jorah, towering over him.

"I would advise the Khaleesi's not to try any food in the market at Vaes Dothrak." Jorah shrank back from Vijek.

"Are you done with him?" Drogo asked.

"Yes, do you want to kill him, or shall I?" Vijek turned to face Drogo.

"I will take pleasure in disposing of this scum." Drogo unsheathed his sword and walked towards Jorah, and pushed him onto his knees. "You are lucky that I am giving you a merciful death. You should receive torture for your crimes, but we don't have enough time."

I closed my eyes as I heard the swing of Drogo's sword, and the thump of Jorah's head hitting the ground. I clasped my hand over my mouth just in time to conceal my gasp of surprise. I shook my head and leaned against my horse. When I had gathered myself, I quickly mounted my horse and galloped back to the camp. After taking care of my horse, I snuck back into mine and Vijek's tent and layed down.

I heard Vijek as he walked into the tent. I could hear his rapid breathing and tell that he was upset. I opened my eyes slowly and blinked a few times to make it look like I had just woken up.

"Are you okay?" I asked softly, getting up and walking over to him.

"I am sorry that I woke you, I did not mean it." He gently took my face in one of his hands, wrapping his other arm around my waist, giving my forehead kiss.

"It is okay, I was not sleeping very well anyway. Why are you in so late?" I ask, stepping up onto my tiptoes to press my lips to his.

"I had some business to take care of. I did not mean to worry you" I grab his hand and pull him to the bed.

"What business?" I press, wanting to know if he will tell me. As we lay down, I lay my head on his chest and wrap my arm around him, as he gently rakes his finger through my long white hair.

"It is a lot to take in. I will tell you tomorrow, is that okay?" He murmurs, leaning his cheek on the top of my head.

"Yes that is fine, but now we should get some rest because the khalasar is moving again tomorrow." I close my eyes and try to fall asleep.

Vijek must have thought I was asleep, because several minutes later, I hear him whispering to me.

"I promised you that nothing would ever hurt you again the day I met you, and I intend to keep this promise. You are precious to me, and if I lose you, every man in the world shall feel my wrath. I love you, Rhaenyra Targaryen."