Daenerys

She stood over the large, steaming, welcoming tub. Daenerys took in a deep breath and looked down at the water, it smelt of lilac and looked of lilac and the lilac of her eyes seemed lost in the water, the entire room was donned with a warming, purple glow.

"Hm," is all she seemed to say as the women around her undid her hair and placed a towel near the tub. There was a knock at the door and before Daenerys could even turn properly her brother Viserys was already in the room.

"Sister..." He said, approaching her. Viserys was her only living brother and, as far as she knew, the only family she had left.

"Viserys," she took a small step backward, in turn, he took a small step forward.

"Today you will be perfect, is that understood? You wouldn't want to wake the dragon, would you?" that's what he always said, her brother had a furious, raging temper. She had witnessed it several times in the treatment of his gang members.

The place they were staying now was a club safe house run by a man named Ilyrio. He was a large, round man with a pointed yellow beard and he had very fat fingers; each one was donned with a shining ring. He often wore cloaks, that were, of course, used to hide his weapons.

He had been nothing but kind to them over the past few months. Viserys' gang had lost some members during his crusade to return home to Westeros and regain his rightful throne of the underground kingdom that was nicknamed The Seven. "The people of underground crime are sewing banners, sister," said Viserys, "they're decorated with dragons on a black field. They await us. We do, after all, rule the underground. Rule the crime." There had always been a dark, horrid gleaming of suggested madness in his eyes when he spoke of it.

Daenerys nodded as she looked up at him and as he looked down at her, his hands reached to each of her shoulders and violently clasped each strap of the see through gown that she was wearing. "Let me look at you," he said softly.

He pulled down her dress, slowly at first, but then with some kind of... Hunger. The light, lilac gown shifted to the ground as if it were a feather and she was left standing there, naked, her brothers piercing eyes running over her.

"You have a woman's body now," he said as his thumb lightly caressed one breast as the other ran down her neck and to her collarbone.

She nodded.

"Stand straight, no man will want you if you slouch," he reached one hand around her and to the small of her back before running it up to the middle of her back, he straightened it.

Ah, yes, slouching, she thought. Today was also the day she was to be sold, that's right, sold. Sold to a man of the most vicious, most vile, most skilled clan; the Dothraki. It would seem that the throne of The Seven was more important to Viserys than his own sister, 'twas a horrid thought.

"Viserys... What if I don't want to be wed to this man?" Dany spoke softly, hiding the fear in her voice.

"What did you say?" The ticking point, she had woken the dragon.

"It's just-"

Before she could speak her brothers nail had dug into her bare breast and her words were replaced with shrieks and cries of pain.

"You will do as I say, dear sister," spat Viserys. His voice like acid.

Once again she nodded, blinking away tears, before pulling away from him.

He ran his hand down his face before walking towards the door, a sort of fuming rage building up. "Bathe, be dressed, don't make me come back." The door opened and as quickly as he had come, Viserys was gone.

Dany looked back at the steaming pile of water at the tub beneath her feet and took a step in. The burning heat that would usually have some horrid, burning effect on anyone else had left not even a mark on her skin.

The women that continued to prepare things stared at her in shock as she walked into the water, "no! It is too hot!" They had shouted, Daenerys didn't listen though, she just kept going deeper and deeper into the boiling water until finally her body was enveloped in the heat. She leant her head back as the women brushed and cleaned her hair and she knew that this would be a long, gruelling quest for the throne.