Thank You in Dothraki

AN: Ameryll Cullen: As always the chapter wouldn't feel complete without your feedback and thank you friend and please don't forget to update :) but which line are you rendering to :)? And please update like now :DDDDDD also please pm me I miss chating with you :( and when are you updating. Oh god Im mad, must be the blood of the dragon.

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And ergh without further ado here is the new chapter:

Daenyre extinguished the candle with her fingers as she always does, however tonight was different she couldn't force herself to sleep so she stood up crawling like a lark trying to avoid waking Daenerys' head, she quickly threw a lilac robe over her nightgown and crept outside, lilac was the gown the colour of Viserys' eyes she noticed.

Illyrio's manse was ablaze In golden light, the flames on each beacon were radiant and she felt drawn to them however at this moment she was more drawn to The night air, quick as a flash she went down the stairs and tilted the entrance of the door and went out claiming sanctuary in the frozen night air which was surprising for Pentos. She couldn't help herself she whirled round and round and round until she was dizzy then she fell down on the grass and started laughing loudly, but it was the dead of the night after all no one would hear her anyway.

'Daenyre? You really aren't a fake after all are you?' She heard her heart started spreading and it's rhythm exhausted her chest she did not want to respond to the voice that she has just heard, no matter how real it was. But she gathered her strength and stopped and asked

'Who is there?' She then froze scared that that voice was a result of the paranoia 'I command you to show yourself, I am the rightful Queen of Westeros-'

'-And I am the rightful King, what scared you so much Daenyre weren't you the dragon a hour ago?' Viserys came up behind her and smirked

'Why must you scare me this way?' Asked Daenyre

'Why, I thought you loved surprises' Viserys trailed off

'What are you doing out at this hour Viserys I thought you were supposed to be asleep or something' she uselessly trailed on

Viserys continued to grin liking how his name sounded out of Daenyre's lips in that way.

'Gods temper down Daenyre' Viserys said

'Do you have anything to say?' asked Daenyre

'Yes, as you know tommorow I am wedding Daenerys to the horse lord, a savage no doubt but he can help me restore my crown and glory, my question is to you, are those golden cloaks faithful? You are a bastard Daenyre however you are still blood of the dragon and dragons should be together at least that is what Rhaegar told me and your quest for the iron throne is weak and maybe one day you could merge your support and army into the only cause; our cause and then I will conquer Westeros as it is my right' Viserys said playing at being king

The fact that Viserys didn't take her cause seriously made Daenyre fume and clench her hands until little scars were left of the tips Of her jagged nails

'Are you begging again your majesty? No, I will not merge all my gold and soldiers and my dra-... Elephants into your cause, gods know that the iron throne is my birth right and you should have known that Viserys' she said but subsequently her promise to Daenerys was rushed to the front of Daenyre's head and she didn't want to wake Viserys' dragon again, she still had the marks that he created on her by holding her that way. She added ;

'However if you can prove to me otherwise, I shall join you to Vaes Dothrak and probably surrender my claim' Daenyre tempted knowing of her blatant lie, she didn't mind though she always wanted to see Vaes Dothrak after all and she was tired of being alone all these years.

Daenyre was tired already, her eyelids were by now failing their duty; keeping her awake. She slowly spread a tired smile on her face as she leaned sideways tired of being silent, even with the stars as company the feeling still hung heavy on her.

'Serys?' Daenyre asked 'Do they really call you the beggar king? Did you really sell your mother's crown?'

'Yes, I did, I did it to keep Dany well fed, the golden crown encrusted with violet amethysts and Scarlett rubies was worth two loafs of bread' Viserys replied scarcely pronouncing the words, 'You see I have lived through 13 namedays then, I was shrewd as any, however my shrewdness has not been proved upon this bargain, the encrusted crown of a Targaryen Queen was not two loafs of bread however with a little sister after me wailing and screaming like a dying pig increased the loafs value by thousands' Viserys muttered

'I understand know' said Daenyre softly 'I will not be calling you a beggar any time soon then... Or any king

'And you, how did you escape?' Asked Viserys

Daenyre furrowed her brows trying to remember what it was like escaping but she just slurred and left the gravity take in her head, the lullaby of the wind to soothe her. Viserys watching Daenyre doze into sleep cast him into tiredness all the same.

'Daenyre?' He nudged her Daenyre did not wake up but in contrast continued snoring.

Viserys cradled over her and tried to pick her up finally managing Daenyre woke half way up,

'you are not as weak as you seemed are you Viserys?'

Viserys did not respond straightly but soon he said 'you are either standing up or coming to my room'

'Im not standing up' Daenyre replied 'And why where you outside?'

'Ill tell you another time perchance' Viserys replied soothingly unlike himself

Daenyre then nodded 'Aye, I understand'

They finally reached his room and tired Viserys placed Daenyre on his bed and just faded into a sleep dreaming of Glory, the Pyromancer's flames swallowing up his enemies and most importantly his crown he never had happier dreams. Daenyre finally felt satisfied enough to also fall asleep, whatever was keeping her away was currently gone as she slid under the covers as well, for the first time she did not dream of her throne, she dreamt of Dragons, black and red ones that flew together upwards.

Daenerys' POV-

Daenerys' tiredly brushed a silver-gold strand off her forehead riding was not as Tiring as Daenyre told her that she'd be but nature induced random acts of annoyance such as all this moisture and scratchiness.

Viserys rode forward proudly in his Targaryen garbs with his chest puffed out with Daenyre not far back, in a cotton maroon gown and with her hair half braided half loose around her shoulders. She seemed tired and kept looking behind her back at that wagon, the one for eunuchs what on earth was there that desired her attention so much.

'And where is Khal Drogo? When will he meet me I need to speak to him about my army' Viserys pronounced

Patience clearly wasn't what would make Viserys king, nor any dragon.

Daenerys rode on gazing across the great grass sea and the plains too, soon she will be their queen, but she was not ready, not ready to be the leader of a nation that her brother called savages. She could probably ask Daenyre some questions about winning people's loyalty however the Dothraki were 40,000 people not 10,000 perfectly astute and powerful soldiers and nights which would tell her stories of home any second that she willed, and would she actually be trustworthy? She was a Blackfyre after all, her family was murdered by hers and she was clearly not allowed to forget that by the way her face tenses and her mouth curves into a sadistic scowl everytime someone mumbles the word bastard, and where was she during the night anyway? Where was she and where did she even sleep Daenerys thought remembering waking up with no one next to her, however Daenyre had Targaryen eyes, no not just purple that the Velaryons and Dayne's had, the purple eyes of their kin whenever Daenyre looked at her Daenerys still couldn't believe that she was a bastard and not their sister.

She willed her horse on feeling scared and tired, what did it all mean? Why did she have to be sold of to a horse lord, at least she hopped that the Dothraki Khal was more tender and loveable than Viserys for her brother was to be her husband and she would have hated it, it was their way, marrying brothers to sisters was the marriage of the Dragonlords, to keep the bloodlines pure.

'Daenerys!' Daenyre called 'Come here tell me what is bothering you so'

'Nothing don't worry' Daenerys called back

Daenyre just smiled and spun her horse around 'The Dothraki are savages indeed Daenerys, but in time you may learn to love them greatly' she suggested kindly uncertainly

'I don't want to be their queen Daenyre, I want to go home' Daenerys said like a Spoilt child however the face that she struck said otherwise

'I would also go home but the people who have taken our home would murder us-' Daenyre trailed on

'In Braavos?'

'What do you mean? You are no Braavosi Daenerys'

'Then who may I be?' Asked Daenerys insecurely

'A Targaryen'

'From where? There is no home, where is your home?' Daenerys asked clearly feeling slightly rebellious

'Dragonstone and the Red Keep, they rightfully belong to me' Daenyre tenderly blurted 'You might not be the dragon, but you still are one, all beasts bow to dragons especially horses'

Daenyre smirked and straddled forward on her black horse, her maroon shawl that matched her dress was flattering behind her beside the gown's hem, she was hurrying to catch up with Viserys and talk of whatever they did talk of half of the day. What on earth would they talk of that Viserys wouldn't react by slapping or screaming at her? Daenerys wondered. The girl had pride after all. She sighed wondering when they will reach the khalasar however she was terrified of marrying Khal Drogo and she did not wish to start the marriage any time this year, she started brooding.

But eventually she rode one, I am Blood of the Dragon after all she thought.

A few hours later: Daenyre's POV again:

Daenyre stood calmly against the walls of Daenerys' and Drogo's Dothraki tent contemplating when this would be over, she feared what would happen next, but she shouldn't because after all she was just here so the Golden Company may have places to eat and to see the Dothraki tribes that the stories kept talking about.

She watched Dany pull the grey dress over her small clothes, it was a beautiful dress with no sleeves and straps that met at her neck, her cape was attached at her arms and flowed whenever she moved, half of her hair was made like a silver-gold veil that fell past her elbows, the rest of the dress flowed down like a silver waterfall, even Daenyre bothered dressing up in another dress which was similar to Daenerys' just a deep shade of purple that brang out the mixed hints in her eyes, however she did nothing to her hair apparently and decided to leave it in the disheveled braids that lay atop her head now.

'Gods how do we say hurry up in Dothraki?' Daenyre moaned and threw her head back and stumbled across the bed

'Rai' said Irri kindly

Daenyre then stoop up suddenly and opened her mouth as if to say thank you but Irri stopped her for there was no word in Dothraki for thank you

'No word for thank you?' Grumbled Daenyre 'yet they have five words to describe their sacred animals'

Daenerys also smiled at Daenyre's reply, she hoped that one day she would be as confident as her. Daenyre deciding that she liked Irri smiled and introduced herself,

'Anna Daenyre Blackfyre' Daenyre said trying to recall the few words that she learned from her books

'Yer Zhavorsa?' Irri asked

'Sec' Daenyre managed to pronounce

Realizing that what she said made sense Daenyre clapped her hands together, 'This is no Valyrian nor Andal but I can assure you that it is easy for me to learn' boasted Daenyre

Daenerys' face slowly broke into a smile but that moment has been brief.

'Daenyre, what persuaded you to join us' Daenerys asked

'Why kindness Daenerys, yours in particular I made you a promise' Daenyre replied

'And what else?'

'Curiosity'

Before Daenerys could question her further Jhogo appeared through the tent flaps and motioned Irri to speed up as she placed the final silver ring in her hair.

Daenyre nudged herself steady and literally sped out of the tent ready to look upon the grass plains and her army

'Well?' Black Balaq asked 'when are we heading south east?'

'Don't worry Ser one day we will, but for now we'll rest here for a bit' Daenyre encouraged

'Why here?' He challenged

Daenyre clenched his shoulders and turned him around 'see the Dothraki? Last night Viserys told me that there are 40,000 of them, Dothraki only accept presents we must respect them so that they might follow us' Daenyre smiled

Black Balaq was relieved, 'fine then hopefully we will finally manage to conquer Westeros, but we do not need to hurry for the usurper Robert Baratheon still sits the throne'

'Why should we strike after he is finished?' Asked Daenyre

'Because my queen, the usurper has still many skill in battle and his allies are shrewd men who could stand anything and trick anyone and after he is dead the boy who is a rumored bastard will alienate Robert's allies and the realm will be thrown into civil war' gleemed Balaq

'But I have a dragon and in a couple of months I may be able to ride it, while flying! And isn't lord Varys on our side? Is he not the smartest man in the world? Was he not an orphan boy who has risen to prominence in 10 years?'

'Are you sure that Varys is on your side? And a dragon will not be enough, Aegon the conqueror had three dragons and he barely conquered the seven kingdoms didn't he?' Persuaded Balaq

'When I was nine and ran away from Dragonstone Varys told me that if I ever intended to retake Westeros that he'd be supporting me' Daenyre replied

'He no doubt said the same to the Targaryen siblings' Balaq questioned 'you need Allies Daenyre, who dares challeng your claim?'

'My Targaren cousins' grumbled Daenyre

'Ally with them-'

'I already did, Viserys Targaryen asked me to consider an alliance with them, to seize our army no doubt' he said

'Very well then my queen, however our golden friends may be skeptical my queen for the very company was created in order to fight the red dragons' sighed Balaq

'Thank you Ser, I will try to convince them for wanting something would shield you better than the sharpest of sword however we still do not know if we really need them but thank you'

'The Beggar King is now selling his sister to the Khal my queen'

'I know that, the wedding is now' Daenyre said feeling slightly adowned at hearing Viserys being called the beggar king however jumping up and correcting him would be a ridiculous mistake and Daenerys' pleas were one of the main things that took her to Vaes Dothraki after all

'But we do not need to worry for Viserys will quickly alleniate them he has little patience' Balaq relieved

'Why yes, indeed, for that I'll know that none of you will ever leave me for him or his sister' Daenyre grumbled

'For that you must not worry, I assure you, Myles Toyne has a liking for you he won't turn the army away, but be wary of Lysono, he is scheming' Balaq warned

'Thank you friend' Daenyre smiled

'Kash Shafka lat vitteya?' Irri asked Daenyre

Daenyre did not understand very well what she said but by recognizing the word feast she nodded

Irri nodded 'you're improving, how do you understand Dothraki so early' she said in the common tongue

'Thank you' Daenyre replied 'books, how do you say books in Dothraki then?'

'We do not have book' Irri replied gesturing forward in order to lead Daenyre and Daenerys to the feast.

The feast was ready, organized in traditional Dothraki fashion it wasn't as disgusting as she'd thought well save for the food, Daenerys rose to take her place next to the Khal and at their feet stood his two kos; Jhogo, Aggo and another that his name she did not remember and in the right slightly higher than the kos but lower than where the Khal and Khalisee stood was Viserys and Illyrio drinking wine and having a fairly unimportant discussion.

'My lady' said Illyrio slightly gesturing for her to come

Daenyre smiled and took her place next to Viserys and near enough to Daenerys, despite the hot weather Daenerys was shivering through her dress as the wind mildly blew and her lips were moving and they seemed to be chanting something because for half an hour they've been moving the same way. Daenyre was becoming worried for her, she did not like that feeling

Viserys tilted his head sideways 'one look will depend on my future Daenyre, should the Khal have an ardent interest in her all will be good' he declared

'She is very beautiful Viserys, indeed even the savage would most likely adore her'

'Yes you are right Daenyre, beautiful enough, nice enough, for him'

Daenerys slightly bent her back and even though her nature was curious she did not seem to possess temporarily any as she craned her neck to the point where a part of her silver-gold hair flew in her eyes shielding the Great grass plain from her gaze. Viserys relaxed in his muscles took into the surroundings but did not show much pleasure in doing so. His mouth slowly twisted in a scowl as he watched the Dothraki Khal as captivated by the wedding fight as Daenyre appeared to be and Daenerys not.

'When may I speak to the Khal?' Asked Viserys nervously

'Soon' Illyrio soothed

'And when will I get my army? I've waited seventeen years to get my crown!' Viserys demanded

'When their Omens favour war your grace' Illyrio answered

Viserys held up his wine flask and in a disgusted tone he declared ; 'I piss on Dothraki omens' that quote made Daenyre unintentionally smiled,

'What is so funny?' Asked Viserys

Daenyre smiled and tilted her head 'how you are so sure of that amuses me to no end Viserys'

Viserys faced Daenyre confused if it was meant to be a compliment or something else but that something caught his eye 'look' He commanded

Daenyre turned her head 'why who is that?' she asked

'Can't you recognize his coat of arms? He is a Mormont of Bear island' he stated

'Is he really? You haven't been in Westeros for half your life your mind may be a little perfused' Daenyre said

'No listen, he speaks the common tongue!' He said happily looking into her eyes and having an urge to grab her out of the stone step and twirl her around for someone of their own culture has arrived and only they could understand how incredible that was.

Daenyre also grinned and wanted to stand up and ask him questions, however she restrained herself and Viserys kept asking her questions and amusing her and Illyrio kept her busy throughout the feasts and the Golden Company kept teasing her asking her if she is going to give up the cause and stay with 'the beggar king' and she kept having to tell them the plan, taking equally long on the skeptical ones such as Lysono Maar, she was glad to at least avoid the witnessing of the rape-dance that the Dothraki were performing.

Gifts after gifts were bestowed upon Daenerys, the first were the books about Westeros which were bestowed by Ser Jorah, Daenerys was truly more than happy to recieve them. Jorah then turned to face the two tow-headed men and women and bowed 'I have come here from exile to pledge my support to the true king of Westeros Viserys the third of his name' he said 'and your que-?'

'She's just an ally Ser Jorah a Blackfyre, she is Daenyre Blackfyre she might be taking part in our cause' Viserys stated proudly

Ser Jorah bowed happy to see Viserys so flushed and proud that he got someone to bend the knee to him. Daenyre was pleased with her lie because know she would know everything about Viserys' plan and would have an opportunity to hear what Jorah had to say.

Hails of presents were bestowed by each guest, each one better than the first, the first being a casket of wild snakes which Daenyre adored but Daenerys clearly wasn't fond of, then came the three maidens that Viserys had given her: Doreah which he heard about, Irri which she talked to and Jhiqui which she clearly did not know, by now Daenerys seemed most please with the songs and tales of Westeros she wondered if she would love them as much as she did doubtless they would be a surprise for her for Viserys only talks of their famiy.

Lastly Illyrio came forth with a heavy wooden casket brocaded with gold and with a golden clasp to protect what was inside, Daenyre craned forward curious on what the Magister could possibly give her, after a moment of unlocking three perfectly ovular dragon eggs were shown, Daenyre swayed back in horror, no! It couldn't be! No I have the last dragon I do! Please gods do not make them hatch, the idea of Viserys with dragons will be terrifying she thought. However she did jump to conclusions and the main reason was how she felt drawn to them like there was a child inside. Nonsense Daenyre could swear that there is no way to hatch a dragon egg except how she did; by shedding her blood each night over the egg and boiling it while chanting a tune which she would not tell, a priestess once told her how in addition to "The dragons will be woken from stone", her thought clicked, the prophecie was from R'hllor it was a verse in the book that she read, she might be!-

'Daenyre?' Asked Viserys

'Azor Ahai!' Blurted Daenyre like a madwoman

'What of him?'

'Nothing, I just had a thought about this book that I have been reading, Azor Ahai is a knight-'

'I am Rhaegar's brother, he told me well enough about Azor Ahai, he even thought that he was Azor Ahai reborn once, father put a stop to that but he still carried on, don't lie to me cousin'' Viserys mused

Daenyre nodded looking at Daenerys, she was clearly as fascinated as she was when Theon helped her steal the dragon egg from Euron Greyjoy when he returned from Valyria. She held the egg, all her culture and heritage given to her as she picked up the emerald green one which was adorned with bronze flecks, her fingertips were tracing its outlines

'Dragon eggs, Daenerys from the shadow lands of Asshai, their made of stone but they will always be beautiful' Illyrio boasted as Daenyre's eyes grew wider and madder then they already were.

Daenyre was eyeing the eggs viciously wishing that they would hatch and that the dragons would fly iut of them and all land on her lap.

'Daenyre their just petrified' soothed Viserys weirdly enough

'I suppose so' Daenyre sighed 'why are you kind? You were threatening me last evening then you told me stories and now you are asking me to lay down my claim so you can be the king of Westeros'

Viserys frowned looking confused and added 'The dragon has to be kind to his subjects, for they must worship him anyway, I am so destined to be a ruler that I tricked you into bending the knee to me Daenyre'

Daenyre couldn't help but look at the hollow ambition in his eyes, he misinterpreted as expected, she hopped that she's just seen ambition and not Aerys' madness

'Viserys, you mad fool! I never said I was giving my claim up to you, I said that I might compromise and negotiate with you' Daenyre said

Viserys' face was tensing up and his face flared 'When you make deals with the dragon you do not relent has no one really taught you that?' Viserys spat irritated but not as angry as she's expect. He raised a hand as if to strike, but luckily he came to his wits.

'Milady, your grace -' started Illyrio

'You mean My Princess, your grace I may not be the Queen that the mercenaries claim me to be but I am a princess by birth' Daenyre stuttered she was not very mindful of titles but this one was rightfully hers

'Very well my princess, I wanted to inform you both that the wedding has ended' he trailed on

Viserys smirked 'Thank the gods he says, finally now I could slumber in a pavilion of some sort whatever those savages can manage, or will I be sleeping in a tent'

'Im afraid so your grace however if you find this displeasing I extend my welcome in Pentos you may come back with me' Illyrio continued

Daenyre also smirked, a smirk eerily close to Viserys' 'yes dear cousin, do go to Pentos for you are my king and you only deserve the best of the hospitalities' she retorted

Viserys' smirk grew wider 'It's good of you to notice, however I do not care for hospitality or comfort I want my crown and I will stay with Khal Drogo until he fulfills the end of the bargain and I get my army!'

Daenyre could vaguely see Illyrio sigh at Viserys' stubborness, but it was all for the best she reminded herself yet she cared for some reason, the feeling was hated by her, foreign.

All the guests simultaneously stopped what they were doing or dancing and turned to face the young khalisee Daenerys as she proceeded walking across the clearly empty way and to her next present, she stood painfully out from the Dothraki with their almond-shaped eyes and long charcoal braids, when Daenyre was in Westeros she loved standing out from the common folk with her Valyrian features yet from the Targaryens with their more bright and golden-features however Daenerys was clearly not enjoying this, Daenyre observed.

Viserys stood up, 'come along Daenyre' he stood up and walked towards Daenerys, Daenyre soon followed after just then realizing that she no longer had a nickname, she was no longer had a nickname, she was no longer 'Dany' Daenerys was now Dany and now Khalisee. Dany stroked her gift from Drogo, She almost seemed as enamoured by the silver horse, almost as much as the eggs made her, almost.

Daenerys smiled shyly; 'Thank you' for there is no thank you in Dothraki' she murmured to herself. In a sudden moment Drogo lifted her from the ground and whisked her up, Daenyre was amazed by his grace, an exceptional grace for a horselord, good enough even for a Southern lady she thought.

Viserys strode towards Daenerys from the back of the horse and told her; 'Make him happy'. Daenerys meekly nodded, no thank you she thought no thank you.

Daenyre watched her go and felt her heart stunt at what Daenerys had to go through, she at least could wish that Daenerys wouldn't suffer from a husband such as her mother did, but no husband would be like her father. She could only hope that Viserys wouldn't turn out that way.