AN: This chapter includes violence and strong language. Thanks for the comments and likes. Glad you know you are all enjoying the story.

Hopelessly Devoted

Chapter Three

Dany joined her brother and Jorah downstairs shortly after Drogo had left her, to join them for breakfast. The house help had laid out a large breakfast of pancakes, cereals, fruits and juices. Some of the Dothraki had stayed from the night before and were now eating their fill. Jorah and Viserys sat at one end, speaking lowly and Dany joined them.

"Morning brother, Ser Jorah," she mentioned as she sat down next to Ser Jorah, the scowl her brother shot her way not unmissed by Dany. Picking up some fruit, Dany shared a small smile with the old bodyguard beside her. He smiled back and turned back to her brother.

"Drogo left not long ago, sister," Viserys noted, pointing his smug face towards her, "Did you leave him unsatisfied?"

"Brother, if I am mistaken, you cannot speak his first name, am I right?" she questioned him, watching in amusement as his face fell. "I'm sure his fellow gang members wouldn't take long to let him know."

"You insolent little bitch," Viserys muttered, Ser Jorah sternly looking towards him, "Don't think now that you're that beasts fuck buddy you can start speaking to me like that. Don't forget who is going to be taking over the business."

"Never in a million years," Dany replied, taking a bite of some pancakes and smiling. Viserys scowled again and got up from the table, his chair scraping against the floorboards. Dany and Ser Jorah watched him stalk out of the room, heading towards the kitchens, stomping as he went like a child having a tantrum. "He will never run the company."

"Dany, you cannot fight him, even with Khal Drogo by your side, he is still the rightful heir," Jorah explained, making Dany nod gently and returned to her breakfast.

Half an hour later, Dany found herself out in the gardens again, sitting beneath the same tree on the same bench she had the day before. Silently, she wondered if this was the last time she would sit here, before the Dothraki, herself, Viserys and Jorah headed west to regain their empire. Dany sighed heavily as she placed her head in her hands. She wondered for whom she worried for more, her brother, her oldest friend or the man who had turned her into a woman.

"Dany!" shouted a voice, snapping Dany from her thoughts and making her lift her head. Viserys was stomping across the yard, face red and looking angry. He reached her and pulled her up by her arm, his fingers digging into the skin. "You little bitch, don't you ever speak to me like that again!"

"Viserys, you're hurting me," Dany said, trying to pull her arm free.

"You stupid girl. I could leave you here, tell Drogo you ran off with some douchebag and have the entire Empire to myself, you would be homeless and on the streets, selling your worthless body to hundreds of men. Wouldn't that be fun?" Dany paled, she knew he would. Viserys would secretly cart her off to some drug house and let them have their fun with her, while he and the others rode west for their homeland. Dany pulled her arm free and turned away from her brother.

"Dany!" he shouted at her again and Dany wished Drogo would just take her and leave him behind, take back her empire for both of them, sit by her side and help her recreate what her parents had.

The next minute, Dany heard a gasp from her brother and spun around to find his arm held behind his back by the very man she had lain with the night before. Drogo held Viserys' arm behind his back so tightly she was sure he was going to break up. With his other hand, he held his gun under her brother's chin. "If you ever touch her again," he muttered in his ear, Viserys' face going a ghostly pale colour, "I will not cease to pull this trigger and splatter your brains all over the place. Do I make myself clear?" Viserys nodded but Drogo wasn't happy with that. "Do. I. Make. Myself. Clear?" he asked again, this time in a loud and angry voice.

"Yes," Viserys shouted, before being pushed towards the house.

"Go and pack, beggar king, we're leaving in an hour." Viserys glared at the two before making his way inside, Drogo turning to the small girl beside him. Gently, he took her arm that was slowly beginning to bruise where he brother had grabbed her. He ran his fingers over the marks and sighed. "I am sorry I couldn't stop this." Dany shrugged and allowed him to continue to touch her arm, running his fingers gently over each mark. "He will never touch you again, little moon," he whispered, drawing her close and kissing her gently, "I will see to it myself."

"Do we really leave in an hour?" Dany asked, enjoying the feeling of his arms around her and the hardness of his body against the softness of hers.

"Yes, my men have agreed and we have enough provisions to last about a day. If we ride today and some of tonight before finding a motel and sleeping, we'll travel a far distance. You need to pack some things."

Dany nodded and walked inside the large house with Drogo, his hand tightly holding her own for protection. She soon was packed, a couple of duffle bags and a backpack full of clothes, shoes and some personal things. Drogo led her downstairs to where Ser Jorah and the house staff where waiting. "You're not coming?" she asked her old friend who simply shook his head with a smile.

"My place is here, at this house. You have grown, little Dany, and you have your father's spirit inside you. I see great things coming for you," he said, taking her into his arms and holding her close. Dany sobbed into his shoulder, holding onto her old bodyguard one last time. "Now, lets see you off then."

Dany was about to reply when she heard a shout of "AMBUSH" come from outside. Instantly she was behind Drogo's who's large frame hid hers from anyone. Dany peaked out from behind her lover and noticed the bullets beginning to fly around. They were under attack. Looking around she noticed the house staff hiding and even her own cowardly brother hiding beneath a coffee table. Ser Jorah grabbed her hand and hissed, "You must go! We'll hold them off." Drogo grabbed Dany's hand and quickly made his way through the firefight. Viserys watched them leave and stood up to follow them, quickly moving in behind them.

Drogo led Dany over to a large black bike, threw her things in the compartment and handed her a helmet. "Put this on," he growled and Dany quickly took it from him and placed it on her head. The shouting from the yard of people getting shot and dying was playing all around her and the second that Drogo was on the bike, Dany held onto his large frame. As he kicked the motor in, Viserys shouted, "What about me!" to which Drogo responded with a quirked eyebrow and hissed, "Find your own way." Drogo set off on the bike, Dany's arms holding him tightly around his middle as he and his gang rode out, others till shooting those around them while Dany just kept her face against Drogo's back and her mind on the mission.

AN: Well, there's chapter three. We find out what happens to Ser Jorah and Viserys next chapter. Also, we find out a little more about Drogo's life growing up. I cant promise when I am going to update, because I don't know, but keep an eye out and let me know what you thought about this chapter. Thanks everyone.