A Gracious Host

AN: Lots of hugs to the amazing Ameryll Cullen and her wonderful reviews (I'm glad you like Daenyre) and I hope she will never forsake me lol and without further ado here is the next chapter and of course the chapter could not lie at rest without the wonderful 13EvansNoodle who is also a true dragon! And last not least thank you to A Targaryen for being awesome and liking my characters. Check out all their stories I've read them and they are a thing of wonder! It means a lot to me when people review by the way :) I need them :D and a big fat cuddle to Ramzes who's reviews always mean so much to me :)

Daenyre Blackfyre looked around her room, going along the perimeter of it like a madman, and spinning on her heel every time she encountered a corner.

It was dawn yet again and after the feast Daenyre decided to celebrate with the rest of the members of the whore house. However she took it upon herself to drink an entire bottle, or two, so of course she had to be out into bed at around sunset.

She did not mind of course, dawn in the Free Cities was the most beautiful thing that she ever seen. With the exception of Rhaenyras, of course and the dresses and jewels she had received from the Targaryens.

There were many more beautiful things, such as; precious gems, Dragonstone's Sept and Dragonstone itself, Rhaegar's harp, Rhaenys and Elia's smiles, dances particularly the Dornish Spicy ones, Rhaella's crown...

Her train of thought was, as always, interrupted; this time by Rhaenyras.
"What do you want little dragon?" she asked; with a calm grin plastered on her face.
The dragon grunted, and slowly opened and closed its wings neatly, as if to stretch She slowly approached the nightstand, plucked a candle from its support and showed it to her dragon.

"Dracarys!" she ordered; as she pointed at the flank of meat.
The dragon hesitated, but recognizing the fire in his owner's hand, he relented and spat back a ball of fire. The fire, being blueish-reddish, left a pile of soot on the floor but nevertheless properly roasted the meat.

She silently giggled and kissed the dragon's nostrils. She then pulled the shutters down, shielding the sun's warmth from her skin, whilst choosing to surround herself with darkness.
She then shrugged her turquoise dress off her body, and forsook her bed for her dragon's warmth. There she fell asleep, with a sheet over her to shield her, and with Rhaenyras' tail wrapped around her.

She may not have carried the dragon in her womb, but she was its mother, she had woken him from stone after all.

A Few Hours Later:

"Daenyre!"shouted Diana.
Daenyre quickly jumped out of her dragon's grasp, and got ready. Today she wore an emerald dress that slightly reflected in her very dark purple eyes, her straight hair was now loose over her shoulders, however underneath she was wearing riding boots.

She knew what she had to do today; leave. So she hugged and said goodbye to the other whores, and embarked on the journey with Saerra and Diana who thankfully wanted to truly leave a farewell. The Gold Company were going to go east to gather more recruits from Meereen and the Slaver's Bay, where her family once has lived.

Daenyre, as a true leader, was going to join them and ride her horse; Westeros. Rhaenyras was hopefully going to be discreet and silent; in the cart that was originally used to carry the young and old, the crippled and pregnant, the eunuchs and the sick, thankfully there weren't any.

She was caught in her fantasy once more; of conquering Westeros, being queen and marrying a prince. However, that daydream was abruptly stopped by the strained screams of Ser Myles Toyne. Diana jumped of her horse and helped the man up to his feet, but it was finally Daenyre who managed to give him something to drink, and to strap him on his horse because he was too stubborn to ride in the cart. Not even when there was a dragon inside.

"Where are we going to stay?" Daenyre asked nervously.

"In Pentos, my queen. It is nearer to us," a soldier replied.

"Who may receive us at this time?" Daenyre asked; and after an interval of time, she heard the word 'magister'

"What magister?"

"Magister Illyrio, my queen," Tristan Rivers confirmed; another exile whom wish was to return to Westeros, the Riverlands or wherever he wanted.
Saerra's lovely features suddenly froze into a cold and frightened frown she seemed like she was going to turn her horse back to Lys until she was stopped by Tristan.

"Why would you leave us now, Saerra? You are probably very tired, and you should have something to eat before you and Diana travel back to Lys," Daenyre urged.

Saerra knew why she couldn't see Illyrio Mopatis, but there was no point in arguing with Daenyre. In addition, she was truly hungry after all.
Thankfully It was not so long until Illyrios mansion came into their view, relief went down Daenyre's spine.

Viserys' POV - (it will change back to Daenyre soon)

The Free Cities were extremely noisy, all hours 'round, but of course Viserys' didn't mind; mainly because he got used to it. But nevertheless, Viserys didn't expect to hear a stampede of trots and voices into the hour of the wolf.

He suddenly gave up sleeping and woke himself, getting dressed in quite a rage. Wasn't his life complicated enough? Now he wasn't allowed to sleep?

"Daeeeeneerys!" Viserys called out; but it was no use, because Daenerys was all ready dressed with her long silver-gold hair styled, and with a servant girl by her side.

"What is the meaning of this?" Viserys yelled, "I order you all to tell me! Do you want to wake-"

"Viserys, you're awake?" Illyrio Mopatis interrupted.

"Obviously! Do you think me deaf?"

"No, your grace"

Viserys then looked pleased with himself and a smile stretched across his face, as Illyrio moved to go downstairs and address a man garbed in armour.

"You have come far and wide, Ser and we will probably provide you with a beverage or two, but why would I go as far as to take you in" Illyrio challenged.

"Because we are the Golden Company! We will be trying to reach Slaver's Bay soon and-"
Suddenly, Illyrio saw a pair of sapphire eyes through the crowd,

"Saerra?" he called.

Saerra's legs froze but she still stepped forwards, and she answered obediently, "Yes Magister?"

"I thought you were dead, love," he said.

"No ,I was with child" she replied gently.

"Why did you run away?"

"I'll tell you, but please, consider letting the Gold Company in first, darling."

"Very well, my love," he said; suddenly in a better mood then he has been in years, "Who is leading them?"

Viserys crept downstairs, as Illyrio continued to ask questions, Daenerys behind him like a shadow, to get a closer look and hear to the conversation.

"Why was I not asked to receive anyone Illyrio?" he asked; but then he finally flushed when he saw the Gold Company's banner; the five Golden Skulls.

Daenyre then stepped forwards and bent slightly, "I am, Magister."

She had the Valyrian looks, Viserys noticed as he inspected her; however, she didn't have very purple eyes, or very light hair like a true Targaryen. But the silver of her hair, and the purple of her eyes was still clear for any fool to see. She was very attractive, he had to admit. Tall, like him, and slender, with small hips resembling Dany's strongly, but with full breasts. However, she had a strong and healthy look to her. A perky, slightly freckled nose, and gods... it couldn't be! Was it really the Blackfyre girl, his best friend from childhood?

"I am Daenyre Blackfyre of House Blackfyre rightful Queen of Westeros-"
She trailed on, and even her voice hadn't changed very much from the pretty voice he remembered.

The girl started looking around and her gaze was fixed on Dany, as she had probably never seen her before. Her gaze then lifted from Dany and was fixed on Viserys a small smile crept over her eyes and lips.

"You may come in Ser however I am worried that I cannot provide for your people for more than one night, and some may have to share..." Illyrio continued; not taking his eyes of Saerra's own.

"No need Illyrio, we will be leaving tomorrow to join with the other part of the army at Meereen," replied Lysono Maar; the spymaster.

Why are they going after her and not me? Viserys thought angrily.
His mood was now fire and blood, and he couldn't believe what he saw. Afterwards he realized that it mattered not, because he will soon be commanding 40,000 Dothraki. More than the Gold Company has.
Soon after that, all the 1,000 present members of the Gold Company were put in rooms, with the exception on the ones that had to sleep in the cart for some odd reason.

Lastly stood the lady who behaved like a Princess, no, a Queen. She was talking to Illyrio.
Viserys then came in and asked what they were talking about.

"Not much your grace, I was just welcoming her..." Illyrio replied.

"I would not be so sure Illyrio, she may be an imposter," Viserys argued,

"After all half the whores in Lys have the Valyrian features, and she comes from-"

"-Lys," Illyrio confirmed, "However I do not think that the Gold Company is fool enough to be fooled and follow an imposter. Because we both know that they do not follow every dragon, Viserys."

"Illyrio, if I found out that you are sneaking a girl in to trick me in a way I'll-" Viserys threatened trying to change the objection of discussion

"It's the god's honest truth, your grace," he said; trying to soften him a bit.

"It is a manipulation! Illyrio!" Viserys said; before looking away. Then, flying into a rage, he added, "They are using her!"

"How my king? She has not enough coins to give," Illyrio contradicted.

"Then how does she pay them?" Viserys asked; still in a rage.

"With home," Illyrio continued "She will give them what Lord Aegor Bittersteel and her father couldn't; she will be bringing them home."

Viserys then clearly stopped talking to Illyrio and asked Daenyre, "And how do you presume to conquer Westeros with 10,000 men?"
Daenyre gave him a confused and thoughtful look, but eventually said,

"With Fire and Blood, Viserys. Just as you would want."

Daenerys then let a little yawn escape her lips but politely blocked it with the back of her hand,

Daenyre also feeling tired asked "Where may I sleep, Magister? she asked.

"She can sleep in my room" Viserys offered; with a playful little smirk dancing on his face.

"That won't be necessary your grace, but thank you for your kindness, you are becoming a true king" Illyrio complimented; trying to take Viserys out of his faze,

"But luckily she could sleep in Daenerys' room tonight because Doreah is currently erm... at work."

Viserys then looked a little bit dismayed but all in all Daenerys' eyes lit up a bit.

"Thank you Illyrio, and thank you Viserys, I will be sleeping in Dany's room tonight," Daenyre added politely.

"Do not worry lady Daenyre, the room is just two stairs up, it is West-most from the entrance," said Daenerys kindly; and went upstairs claiming to prepare the bed.

"I am also going to go to bed then, Illyrio" Viserys announced proudly; and slowly went upstairs with Daenyre lastly saying thank you and following him up too.

Daenyre's POV

Daenyre Blackfyre felt a slight ache in her joints as she slowly ascended the stairs, only to see Viserys by the stair case. She wanted to ask Viserys again where Dany's room, was but the dragon was clearly in no mood to help her in any way.

It was not long until she felt a slight pull on her arm, and was quickly turned to look upon his attractive face.

"What is all this talk of you becoming Queen, Daenyre? You do know that as much as you'd like to, you are a bastard still, and that I am dominant to you," Viserys said angrily, "I've lost my family for this! They were all killed by the usurper's dogs during the his war, and you then come out with no loss in your life to take what is rightfully mine! You do forget that the dragon always takes back his crown, you little bitch."

Daenyre felt the heat rise into her head, how dare he! She became a hostage at only four years old, and her mother is non-existent. At least Viserys had had a family, until he was nine, but winning an argument with a Targaryen was not through kindness, it was through provocation.

"The people do not need another King Aerys, Viserys you know that, I'd let you take the Iron Throne, only to see the finality of your reign and life on Jaime Lannister's sword, just like your father!" Daenyre fought back; and she did not care if Viserys would be mad, he should be.

Viserys face tensed, his cheeks turned Targaryen scarlet, and that was all it took for his anger to affect his body. He suddenly, violently, pinned her against the wall. It did not take very much strength for that to be done, not only because Daenyre was not fighting back as powerfully as she should be, she was not the strongest of men nor women.

"How do you presume to take the throne with Fire and Blood, bastard?" he questioned.

Daenyre did not bother fighting back, she just stood and looked up at him, then replied,

"You need not worry of Fire Viserys, I have more fire then you'll ever have, that's ever possible in this world. The only blood that you have is me and your sister, so I'd suggest that you'd better take care of me, or there will be neither blood nor fire of your line, Beggar King!" Daenyre spat back.

"What blood, whore? You are a bastard, your mother was a common whore and your father was a bastard of a bastard of a bastard. And what fire? A Rhllor candle is no fire!"

She finally managed to unpin herself from Viserys' grasp and looked him straight in the eye,

"Do you think I'm afraid of you, Viserys? You should fear my wrath because the day will come when you will kneel to Queen Daenyre Blackfyre and beg for forgiveness!"

she paused. and tried to adopt a gentler tone; letting go of the hilt of her sword, "Be careful, Dragon, I may be your only friend in this world, so you'd do better to never threaten me again. I am blood of the dragon after all."

Daenyre continued smiling as she realized that Viserys was still as vulnerable as he was 13 years ago. Realizing that, Daenyre's smile twisted into a smirk very similar to Viserys' as she went upstairs to see Daenerys, and introduce herself better. On the way to the top of the stairs Daenyre spotted Viserys' face. It was a mixture of anger, and wonder, he had always known she was made of fire but he never expected that that day would come when she would breathe fire.

There weren't many stairs to climb, especially not as many as in the Red Keep, but she arrived upstairs panting and breathing heavily, by the time she reached the door she was as good as asleep in one more of her dreams.

"Lady Daenyre," Daenerys smiled; beginning to introduce herself, "I am Daenerys Stormborn of the house Targaryen..."

"I know who you are Daenerys, I was there when you had been born, stormborn the least" she added kindly.

Daenerys was amazed at Daenyre's knowledge, but she seemed close to her in some way all the same. Daenyre then threw herself on the couch, and Blackfyre slipped out of her pouch.

She was then shocked, and sheathed it back in at once.

"Is this really the legendary sword Blackfyre?"

"Aye, the sword of Aegon the conqueror," replied Daenyre.

"May I touch it?" Daenerys asked.

"You may."

Daenerys picked up the sword, she was in awe by the time she finished analyzing the black Valyrian steel blade. and started analyzing the details on the hilt.

Daenyre smiled, she might have not known Daenerys well, but she would have wanted a friendship out of her.

She sighed and to her amazement she spotted a harp at the corner of the room,

"Do you play the harp Dany?" she asked,

"Not really," Dany answered modestly .

Daenyre wanted to stand up and pluck some chords but she decided to not wake the manse.

"I've overheard Illyrio speak to someone at night, you are going to Vaes Dothrak?" Daenyre asked.

"Yes, my brother wants to buy his army there, he said that he would sweep the Seven Kingdoms with 40,000 screamers."

Daenyre shuffled uncomfortably and said, "I've heard that savages never hold to a deal, instead they hold to gifts and presents, Viserys may not be very pleased."

"Was he always like this?" Daenerys suddenly asked.

"Like what? Aerys?"

"Like... what do you mean Aerys? Oh no, Viserys is no Aerys, he is worse than Aerys. My father was a good king, I don't that Viserys would make a good and wise king like father," Daenerys replied uneasily.

Daenyre couldn't process what she has just heard, the blatant lie that everyone has told Viserys, for all her imagination and skills at lying she couldn't think of Aerys without the madness
Take the madness away from Aerys, and you would get a corpse, nothing she thought.

She wasn't going to tell Daenerys anything for now, tommorow she had more important matters to face after all. She then decided to do what she hated the most; lie for the good of others.

"Why yes Dany, Aerys was always a very benevolent king, it was always the realm with him, nothing else. No king has ever loved his people more," she lied; it was a very bad lie which resulted in her wondering I she had forgotten to lie after all these years
Daenerys would probably suspect something, but alas she only smiled
and said,

"Why yes, Viserys said so too."

"Oh and no, Viserys was not always like that. You see he was once a very nice child, he behaved properly with me and Princess Rhaenys, and the other noble children... no one would have guessed that his coin landed on any side, alas we were all wrong..." she trailed off.

The answer seemed to please Daenerys because a grateful grin slowly appeared, and she asked,

"How did you escape?"

"I...sailed from Dragonstone on a Greyjoy ship right after you were born, Lord Varys helped me to escape safely for no apparent reason, and for years I needed to take a disguise."

"What disguise?" Daenerys asked; curiously.

"Ashara Dayne's bastard daughter," she said; with a smile on her face, remembering what it was like to dye her hair black all the time when blonde roots showed.

"It is very late now, and you must be tired, but could you continue the story some other time?" Daenerys asked in a tired curiosity.

"Of course," Daenyre replied.

Daenerys before closing her eyes smiled and inquired, "Are you coming with us to Vaes Dothrak?"

"I don't think I can," Daenyre replied.

"Why not? Aren't you going to Slaver's Bay anyway?" Daenerys asked; feeling bolder than ever.

"I don't think- Why would you really want me to come Dany?" Daenyre questioned.

"Viserys is no council, and it is time that we get allies, we are one of the last dragons in the world, it's best for us to stay close," Daenerys suggested adopting a meeker tone.

"I see, I shall think on it Dany, goodnight" Daenyre said.

Daenyre realised that she was in no mood for sleeping, and stood up. She shuffled around the room, stopping to pick up a book in Valyrian about Old Valyria, the place that fascinated her so. The night passed in a daze of wine and books as usual. The night brang her energy it hospitalized her as any host.

A gracious host, she thought, a gracious host