The Dragon and the Horse:

DISCLAIMER: Everyone seems to be doing this and I personally find it silly since this is fanfiction after all and it's kid of obvious that no one here owns any of these characters but hey here it is, just in case if my fanfic gets 100k+ views and it turns into a musical and a movie as well as a book, I want everyone to know that I only own:

- Daenyre Blackfyre ftw

- Rhaenyras her dragon

- Diana from Lys her friend

- and... Nothing else yup I'm really that uncreative :D lol GRRM owns it all and he does it well long live GRRM!

And I invented all the Valyrian words :/ since we don't know Valyrian yet...

And here are the thank you'd for my awesome dragon friends:

Ameryll Cullen: oh it is! Thank you very much, I was more relaxed no one since I got in the boarding school :) hopefully my writing won't go downhill know that I am not depressed anymore lolz! Thank you for always being there for me!

Ramzes: I did :) thank you very much for thinking that :) it's very important coming from you ;) and now here is the Dothraki marriage that you've been waiting for :)

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Viserys had never seen Vaes Dothraki so quiet in his mere moments here the silence though obscure slightly relieved the dizziness in his head caused by the poor wine in Vaes Dothrak.

Khal Drogo had better fetch him an army soon he thought if he doesn't learn know that it is not best to keep the dragon waiting he will be learning later.

The night air drifted all around him and carried the rotten horse scent that was inescapable in Vaes Dothrak, how he hated it here he wanted to go home but his home most likely was unflourished by the usurper's filth and the iron throne bent by his gross weight oh how he wanted to kill him, but defeating him in single duel wouldn't be enough to pay for Elia, Aegon and Rhaenys' murder his father's gruesome murder but he supposed that Lord Tywin was to die for tear crimes, but so would Robert for what he did to his brother Rhaegar that punishment would be thrice Tywin's, just because a man's lady love decided she loved Rhaegar best gives no reason for Robert to blame Rhaegar for his charm and his requisite personality.

Viserys wanted To go to sleep more than anything save his crown right now but he had to rid his conscience of the hate he had for the Usurper's family, Doreah was most likely asleep, Daenerys was not interested In his revenge all she wanted was to live in Braavos like a maidservant not a princess and the bear Ser Jorah was not to thrilled to planning the bloodshed and murders that would befall the enemies.

Perchance Daenyre would enjoy to, she had also lost being treated like a princess by Queen Rhaella which always adored her and raised her as her daughter, as his sister, she was also once 'Dany' she also had beg to get a ship and run away twice, she would probably love dreaming up punishments for their enemies.

Even so her life still seemed considerably honeyed to him he wondered why. He wanted Daenyre even though he was certain that Daenyre would never bend the knee to him in any of the two imaginably preferable ways which would give him equal pleasure, and he still had no idea what she was doing here with the Dothraki, he wondered what kept her here. Her snide remarks and side glances pushed him of the edge and she was his enemy by both birth and blood, past and present yet she made no attempt to kill either him or Daenerys, or as a child escape from the red keep. At least not the first year. He grew beside her and was used to not having a sister that he could marry or play with so he had her and Rhaenys and the other common sons and nobleman. What ever she was trying to gain from her stay here he still wanted her very much.

Daenerys' POV:

Her thighs ached, the muscles were tightening and flexing like mad around her womanhood, she felt beaten, she was beaten before the bedding procession had even started.

Her silvery-grey dress was bellowing in the hot air like a Ships' sail would, her wedding veil was being gently loosened and disheveled by the salty watery breeze in Vaes Dothrak, her hair was braided by a Dothraki, her dress chosen by one, she peered towards Khal Drogo and then to to the aquamarine sea.

It puzzled her how something could be so beautiful and could help them so much whilst hindering their journey to the Iron Throne, She remembered the Dothraki's curious eyes boring at her almost as dark as Daenyre's, they seemed to like her and would soon accept her as their queen, they pitied her more they felt sorry for her, It was just as Viserys said they would be following him not her. That's what stood between her brother's throne she remembered the water, she would wait, the home that her brother was obsessed about was nothing but a memory to her.

Married to the warlord she could not understand how he would marry her now as he once said, but she didn't want to be his wife not more than she wanted to be Drogo's.

Once married Viserys would not be the boy that would let her creep into his bed and tell her stories of home and how good their life would be once he would be king, she would gladly wait for that too, gladly live in the house with the red door in Braavos.

She suddenly heard a thump from Drogo's horse and the warlord strode towards her gently not how her brother did say he would. He then slowly removed his own garments few as they were and began I loosening Daenerys' as Daenerys tried to hold the dress up to her neck the harder it became as it fell to the floor.

The Khal was now stroking her kindly across her curves, her thighs and her breasts.

Drogo was surprisingly more gentle than even her own brother's acclaimed ways, and neither did she want to continue the more ancient than 400 year old tradition, he sold her like he sold her mother's crown.

She wished that he would choose another queen not her, and in these circumstances it was more than likely that he would never make her queen of the seven kingdoms, she also thought that he was showing interest in Daenyre so far and she also hoped so, with all her heart.

She was shivering by now, like a quivering bow.

'No?' He asked

'Do you speak the common tongue?' Daenerys asked sulkily feeling a bit happier

'No' he said

'Is no the only word you know?' Asked Daenerys slightly irritated

'No' he said continuing to caress her, the caresses made her feel very protected and for the first time she did not feel uncomfortably naked before anyone.

'Yes' she suddenly said leading his hand up between her wetness

She wanted to stay here a little bit, she would wait.

And there they were the Dragon and the Horse

Daenyre's POV:

She stood silent in her tent, with a Dothraki cloak wrapped around her waiting for the next summon to ride out but it was not dawn yet, her dragon was now with her, everything felt good when the Dragon was with her, sleeping cozily.

Those tents had no balconies for her and she wished that she could see the dawn just as she'd seen it in the free cities. 'What say you?' She murmured

She motioned the dragon towards her, and wrapped the shawl tighter in haste around her and stepped outside, relieved that the Dothraki Plain was dead even now, it was like her to wake before any servant, she patiently led the dragon outside in all its obscurity, it's scales were as warm as Viserys' hands as Ser Jorah's tales of home, they both made her smile.

The Dragon grunted as if to say ok. 'Velicataes!' Daenyre ordered in Valyrian and the dragon spun in the air like a blast of fire and Daenyre quickly lept on and the dragon collapsed to the ground.

However in a few seconds it was up in the air soaring and flying with its mistress on its back, for now Daenyre didn't care if she would fall of the dragon and break her neck, she just wanted to fly so up that she would escape from earth from all the loves and sorrows of her life: Rhaenyras, Westeros, Viserys, Daenerys and her dresses all of them.

Now They were just words on parchments for her. She flew up in the air above the tents and above the plains free for hours never becoming tired. The dragon was clearly tired but it did not want to dissatisfy it's mistress which it loved, it was like straddling a horse not much different except it was harder and fiercer. She swooped above until it became cold and it became harder to breath, so she let her dragon stoop to the ground and head west where she always wanted to go for those past 5 years. She flew back down and nearly landed until the dragon tumbled down into the grass with her from exhaustion, she felt sorry for it.

She motioned the dragon closer: 'Vaelarys' she ordered, the dragon came and through all its triumph a fire ball spat out of his mouth.

No! She thought what she said meant faster not fire!

The Dragon was growing impatient and landed on the plain loudly and spat one more fireball towards the sky this one more red than the other ones.

'Atenri!' ordered Daenyre trying to stop the dragon but the dragon instead lowered its neck and spat one more ball of fire near her tent

'Stop!' Daenyre started to shout desperately in the common tongue surprised that no Dothraki came to hear her.

She dragged the dragon inside. It finally stopped blowing and walked around the tent it's large amethyst and sapphire tail swinging shamelessly everywhere until it reached the stove, the dragon shocked at hitting the hard metal kicked the stove over and Daenyre did not need to look to know that a fire was soon going to swallow the room into darkness as she frantically searched for a liquid wondering if Aegon and his sisters ever had their dragons prove rebellious as Rhaenyras is.

Rhaenyras had never disobeyed her, had never failed to make her smile but now Daenyre face was worse than any frown.

She quickly tried extinguishing the Scarlett flames with her water-filled wine skin, frustrated at that failure she tried to stomp and it did not work, nothing could extinguish the flames, not her shawl nothing the flames were making her sweat as the dragon kept producing each of them constantly without discontinue, there was no reluctance in its defiance or destruction, good thing it's namesake was a defiant queen, however she did not wish to be eaten by the beast one day as she had been.

Everything was burning she could feel it, as the fire caught on her hair she managed to vainly sacrify the lastest pints of water and dip them on her head so she could not have it burnt, it was what she loved in all her vanity. She dashed across the room trying to save what could be saved as her own Scarlett silk was burning on her.

To her horror her dresses, all her dresses were sacrificed to the plasma, all the dresses she made and all the money she earned and gave to the silks were gone. Her books were also burried admist the ashes and flames as she strode to rescue the one which had been useful to her in Vaes Dothrak and the one book full of songs and tales of knights which she never gave up on reading no matter how mediocre the writings, as her nightshift was almost devoured of by the flames she rushed to find the lilac dress which it's color enticed and entranced her even more now but even that was ruined and lost to the world among her ashes, the Dothraki would never forgive her now.

Before long the entire tent was a collection of ashes and tough metals which refused to burn like Daenyre's silks so at least her pendants were safe, some, some were. Daenyre then was surrounded by fire, the walls of the tent were a merger of saffron, amber, ruby and sky blue.

Her sorrow was being burnt and melted like the tent and the objects around her, she was madly dancing among the flames fazed at how the fire's heat bothered her but never harmed her, how the coals and the fiery woods slashed her but she withstood their heat, no matter how terrible the fire burnt her on the inside which made her feel like her body was bleeding when her skin never reacted to the heat, oh how wonderful it was she was feeling truly mad as she danced among the flames if her mad leaps and stomps could be called that.

She thought she was hearing many people outside and stopped her dancing and quickly hid behind the dragons wing as she often did to conceal her barrenness alas it barely worked.

She was suddenly feeling chilled as all the heat from the fire diffused in air and the water from her wet hair was dribbling down her skin and the dragon was meekly trying to shield her as it grunted satisfied with itself. Daenyre could not be mad at the dragon and just gave it a sharp pinch behind the ear to warn him that he had been naughty.

'Erinak Daenyre?' Asked Jhogo kindly as he tried to help her out of the ashes

'Khalakki Daenyre! Me Anha Khalakki! Khalisee Westeros!' Daenyre cackled madly with no sense or grammar.

'Zhavvorsa!' Belowed Aggo 'me aq Zhavvorsa'

They were all very shocked indeed, Ser Jorah came forward and wrapped a cloak around her kindly.

Daenyre was finally feeling relieved as she had only seen the Khal's khas, and a few members of the Golden Company which would always defend her, among them were Black Balaq and now to her surprise Viserys angrily stomping through the tent's flaps also had a surprised face like no other.

'A dragon!' Viserys screeched as he eyed the beast, 'my ancestry given to me!'

He went down and touched the dragon's nostrils and then stared at Daenyre 'is this your dragon Blackfyre?' He uttered as he stated at the reptile that was as big as a horse, no; bigger, larger, more beautiful.

He nervously went towards the shivering Daenyre and angrily jerked Mormont's warm woolen cloak of of Daenyre's form and placed his own red and black cloak dragon emblazoned cloak about her shoulders.

'Thank...' Daenyre started

He then quickly stretched out a hand still in shock and helped her to stand up, her skin still Hurts.

'Come!' He dominantly ordered as he roughly pulled her towards his tent in haste as she quickly tried to hold on to the cloak while grabbing Blackfyre; what remained of the fire. The Dragon grunted behind looking at its mistress being quickly lead away by a silver-haired stranger and stared at the Dothraki with curiosity, he let them all pet him and when they were gone it flew into the night sky near where his dragon mistress was. Among the horses.