The silver-haired girl in the red castle

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The Moonlight was settling on her hair making it appear beautiful and almost as silvery as his. His tent was spacious and ornate enough, but not enough to please the Dragon. Viserys spun Daenyre into his tent and quickly unfastened his cloak of her and it dropped to the floor with a clunk.

Gods what was he doing know? thought Daenyre as he pressed her towards him, she felt every inch of his body against her and it made her shiver a bit, he reached up to her and cast her on the bed. He then lay on top of her peppering her with kisses everywhere pleasurable. As his head was reaching between her thighs she blushed.

'Gods, Viserys are you well?' She asked

'You have everything Daenyre, you have a dragon and 10,000 people which would follow you' he moaned against her skin

Daenyre sat up and cupped his face

'What did I do to earn this pleasure?' Daenyre asked with slight sarcasm mixed with enthusiasm

He turned her over so she could face him. 'Spare me the mockery cousin, how did you hatch your dragon, the purple one-'

'-Rhaenyras' corrected Daenyre

'Tell me cousin how did you wake your dragon from stone!'

She shuffled to the side and declared 'That I can not tell you'

He was out of his minds by now, blind with rage that it was not him owning a dragon, that it was this Blackfyre girl. A girl who everyone hailed a bastard. He once again drew her to him and kissed her hoping to convince her. Daenyre who has never been kissed before did not know what she was supposed to do. She finally broke loose.

'Well?' Asked Viserys

'No!' Daenyre insisted.

Viserys relented obviously displeased about her answer, 'I am your king!' He announced loudly 'You will do what I order you to bastard'

'Princess of the Kingdoms, Captain of the Golden Company, the one and only leader of the Blackfyre name and dragon owner' she corrected

'Do not refer to yourself from any of these titles! They do not belong to you' he affirmed

'You do not have any titles either Viserys!' She groaned 'Why did you want me to come with you to Vaes Dothraki if you did not want something of mine?'

'I wanted more than the Golden Company! Now tell me one last time Bastard cousin, tell me how you've woken the dragon! Or I will slaughter you here and know'

'Doubtless the Golden Company would want to serve the slayer of their leader! And my dragon will come and burn you to ashes Bastard Cousin if you commence, and you need me to wake Dany's dragons from stone even so it's will be me who they will follow! A child does not leave his mother for a cousin' Daenyre blatantly lied afraid that her dragon may very well follow Viserys, his blood was less diluted than hers after all and the Golden Company may very well support a red dragon if the black one is gone.

'Dont wake the Dragon you savage!'Viserys grabbed her arm and groaned in frustration, 'The dragon does not beg whore'

'Then don't' she insisted smiling 'Which dragon is that?'

She continued to smile, 'I want to sleep Viserys please let me' she slurred on smugly

'Not yet' Viserys smirked as he often did when he wanted something from her or any other woman for that matter

Daenyre sighed not understanding what he meant 'I'll bet you whatever you want if you could recite my chant without writing it down on a piece of parchment if I tell you it slowly'

Viserys nodded his gaze fixed 'I accept'

Daenyre slowly and clearly sang the chant to him, each word was accurately pronounced by her so she would not be called a cheat by him as he'd usually do when they were children and she proved him wrong or beaten him in Cyvasse.

Viserys who was renown among the gossips of the free cities for never forgetting who wronged him and how; in several languages, could not remember past 4 words of Daenyre's confusing chant as he stumbled Daenyre laughed.

'Whatever you wanted of me you could know not have' she proclaimed jokingly

'What a shame' Viserys said sarcastically 'especially if you chant me a spell in gibberish'

'It is not' promised Daenyre 'it is in Asshai'i'

'Why would you speak Asshai'i?'

'I do not, I only remember the spell that brang me closer to my throne' she murmered creeping closer

'You always seem tired in my presence' Viserys persisted

'Your strangely calm me' Daenyre joked 'I know there is a person as crazy as me in the world who lusts for the Iron Throne as much as I do'

The rest of the night passed very quickly as she told him how she escaped as he told her how he survived the free cities, he barely lifted his voice or his hand the entire night and barely threatened her.

You were always wild enough, smart enough, pretty enough but never had you been happier than when your father finally announced on your third name day; that he was going to war. You would always ask why and he would always tell you that it was your birthright and your duty after he'd die.

You've always wanted a little brother, Daemon you'd call him and he'd play with you, talk to you and you'd walk in his shadow, play what part you had been told to gladly and even wed him if need be, if you wanted to be his queen, but at this moment you wanted nothing less than to ride out with your troops to battle and destroy the sly Targaryens and their bastard incestuous offspring, yet little did you know that it may have also ran through your own blood once, you did not know who your mother was after all anyway.

Your father was called scheming, monstrous and bloody by everyone but his Golden band of followers, but to you he was a shouty man, with a deformed body which constantly stared at old documents or spent his time pointing and gesturing at his followers while talking in a rather exasperated tone, there was nothing wrong with him in your eyes.

He was your father even if his twin brother's head which sprouted out of his shoulder seemed more terrifying each day, he was kind even if he forbid you to leave the tent and often ignore you when you would ask about the woman who birthed you. Now here you lay sprawled in a bed which is not your own, robed in fine silks which their colours always varied through emerald, sapphire and ruby and not black, Queen Rhaella said that you looked lovely in them but they still weren't yours.

Even your very coloring was theirs before it was yours just as their throne is now theirs before it becomes yours.

You adore the Queen which was like the mother you'd have wanted to know more about, you loved her granddaughter the Princess Rhaenys with her thick Charcoal hair and Dornish eyes of midnight, she was always there to tell you about how her family; the Targaryens weren't always strong, how the sweltering Dornish sands hindered their conquest, she always seemed more passionate about her mother's family, but she loved her father all the same.

You also love the mad king's son Viserys who was the brother you never had and know never will have, because of the murder that the mad king's son's family's loyal knight Barristan Selmy commited at Stepstones. A Plague on him, your seven year old mind will never spare them from the bloodshed that is to come know, that stupid vile man!. You know he is doing his job but you do not care, he's slain your father for the seven's sake!

When your willfulness grew into a storm inside of you, Viserys would often hold you tightly or curl your hair around his index finger and whisper that your query was either weak, the problem could not be solved or that you are just worried. He knew all these weren't true, he just didn't want to see you angry because he would react to.

He looked up to Rhaegar as if he was his god, the warrior or the smith, even the crone as he once told the Septa. His behavior often became slightly crazy and he would often tell any bad-worder about how he was the dragon and that they couldn't talk to him. You knew that he had to prove himself one day but until then you'd always be his Dany and he would be your Vissie.

At Court you were Strong enough to bear any of the erratic king's insult on your shoulders, strong enough to feel the eyes from all the unknown courtiers of relatively low birth to the highborn ladies; beautiful Ashara Dayne the evening star, Cersei Lannister the Daughter of the rock and even the ignorant Lynesse with hair almost as golden as Cersei's into you every time a folly hit the mad king's house as if you're to blame. As if he was right. People convinced your seven-year old mind that the king was crazy and that you must not be offended, but how couldn't you be?

Ashara once told you that your father was such a threat to the king and that you were going to be hated by him since your birth until his death,

That one time when you two once watched the dawn from the balcony.

Even Cersei Lannister once assured you that you will never be thrown into the streets, because Rhaella will protect you. That one time that you were weeping upon your father's death at Stepstones. She is quite different know, the merciless queen of the fat stag king still beautiful, more cruel though.

You are now strong, for their is an army at your back heeding your every command. The Mother not the warrior is in you now not like before.

At the Red Keep you were smart enough, you often lay stomach down onto the bed with your nose stuck into another book about Witchcraft or anything arcane like a maestar would, so much that Rhaenys started calling you the little witch even Dany Seastar once after a story that the singer sang: for both of you were highborn bastards with books in hand.

Beyond all your smartness naivety still shone bright, and even if you know think that it is eternally extinguished it can sadly never be true for you. You trusted Varys when he told you to that he will help you escape as Ashara's bastard daughter, which made you known as the hated child that caused her to end herself of a cliff.

He also told you that he would be making you queen, and that you would be marrying a prince as attractive as Daemon the black dragon, as wise as Jaehaerys the concillator and as ambitious and ruthless as Aegon the conqueror. You who were smart believed him like a fool, like moonboy would. Smart as you are you remember the court's fool which you stole a couple of glances as opposed to your mother's face when you were a child.

Memory is what wizens you my dear for you are still young and know as little as a fledgling not the falcon that flutters atop house Arryn's sigil.

On the red castle atop of Aegon's hill you were pretty enough, your hair was always tended to like a ribbon by you and you alone, occasionally a serving wench would take pity on you as she'd seen you struggling and help you, you are a vain thing my girl. A bastard yes but there have been many bastards which have been fortunate with their looks, too many.

Your Targaryen blood though tainted and mercurial exhibits the amethysts for eyes bore by house Targaryen though yours are a deeper more intensely darker shade than their watery violets and silvery lilacs.

The silver-flecks on their golden heads that the blood of the dragon could boast that shine like beaten silver over molten gold are honeyed on your strands too, though their long thick locks were your fine wispy strands which would always barely stroke the small of your back, if you were fortunate.

However their golden is your sand and their silver is your titanium grey, soft and silvery as the sand on the shores of the sea of sighs from Valyria. Relieved as ever you were when Aerys went mad before you have floured little as you had, and he was too blind with fire and blood to sell you of for if you were sold of to some southern lord your eyes would not be seeking and soughing after the iron throne right now whilst you were half a world away with the two children which are lusting after the same bench of iron and sorrow.

Among the inhuman Valyrian features of your race you are a Targaryen through and through my lady you have their temper, ambition, pride larger than a Lannister's but most important of all you have the premonition-like dream ability it shines strongest through you as strong as Daenys the Dreamer's was, the gods forbid that you do not foresee what she has truly foreseen.

As for Madness, who's to say that that unfortunate blood does not run though you own pretty little dainty veins. Madness is not definite in you my princess, such practices you do the spells you chant the shrill laughs that leave your lips once they work and the red and black dreams you have would make any andal turn away in fear forbid you say it out loud to any of them.

Remember this too my queen, Madness shines differently in every living dragon differently, some like the mad king which you so hate have had their seed planted in from infancy and it slowly grew into a twisted weak plant until a certain imprisoment led to it flowering, many seeds quickly die. Your own dragon prince's seed is most likely already sprouting leaves not the same could be said about his sister.

As for you woman, do not water your seed to much with your spell-mumbling for the gods don't know if it is planted yet god forbid for if it flowers it will be a terrible thing, a fire-sprouting plant which is covered in thorns.

It may very well be planted but it is not blooming for all I know. You'd do best to listen to me sometimes because I am your voice your conscience and I will protect you when no one will my babel! You might just not be mad yet... Not officially...

Daenerys POV:

The discomfort in between Dany's thighs was beginning to slowly decline as she rode on with her people, as she should be calling them now.

She stood in front of her black and ruby red egg, the colours bold enough to unsettle dragonstone in one glance, her chipped nails traced along the outlines of the egg trying to justify if the heat behind them was real and not just one manifestation of Targaryen madness that appeared oh so often upon her brother.

Yesterday, Before she mounted her silver she clearly remembered Viserys standing there looking as smug as if the iron throne was already his and told her to 'make him happy' in the same day that he told her 'to be perfect'.

She was feeling drastically reborn that night, it happened very quick and it was all her brother's plan in the great scheme of things just as much as it might have been Illyrio Mopathis. Her brother deceived and abandoned her when he wed her to a savage, thankfully that particular one did not force himself unto her as she would expect his people to, however she later gave in to the nurture and had she refused she would know if the said 'savage' was entirely fairly given.

Her long Silver-Gold hair lay limp and loose in waves as a response to the moisture in Vaes Dothrak. It was dreadful how sticky her limbs were and how her nightshift clung to her in sweat. She should try to be strong today, perfect even as her brother demanded her to be that day. She could at least try to alter the Dothraki's glances of pity to sharp slants of respect, she would probably like that more.

She raised the green egg up next inspecting its fine emerald coloring, the green was so vicious that any fool would take the egg and rope it around a wife's neck telling her that it is an emerald from afar, the bronze flecks just added to its beauty. The silver mirage was roped in golden deep ripples, it was the smallest from its three supposed brothers and currently farthest away from her, if only she could hatch them.

As much as she would have wanted a child of hers, a dragon babe she did not know how, not even the great fire at sumerhall hatched Aegon V's dragon egg. Viserys bore no reluctance to spare Dany of her family history. he knew every king and battle perfectly and so made sure that she would too.

Daenyre Blackfyre had her own suspicious air but then again everyone was, even the old bear from the North, he made a big mistake bending the knee to Viserys whilst swearing for home because it will never be coming to him like he would have expected.

'Khalisee...' Called Jhiqui

'Y-y-es... Sec?' Dany replied realizing that she had to speak Dothraki know.

Jhiqui came closer to and gently started braiding her hair in their style. Daenerys lay still eyeing the eggs imagining how it would be like to see such beasts soaring in the open skys above Viserys' so-called red keep and how she would reanimate them.

Perhaps she'll manage once they go to Westeros, the pyromancers might help but then it dawned on her that the dragons would be quite essential in conquering the lost lands of her family. She thinks of the eggs as famiy as opposed to means to conquer the kingdoms.

'You have beautiful hair Khalisee' Jhiqui friendly complimented

'Thank you' Dany said stroking her hair which now brushed and tended to appeared to be molten platinum on her scalp now, the same colour her mother's crowned appeared to be. With the small hint of gold unlike her brother's spun silver strands.

And so she remembered all her life she was taught to follow Viserys' commands. And she did not question it. Viserys was her only family. He took care of her and he taught her about their heritage as the Targaryens, the Dragons.

As the strand ended in her palms she faced her hands little as she rode her hands were already threatening signs of being callused.

I'm becoming Dothraki she thought

When Jhiqui finished she continued to look at the mirror, now that there was scarcely any hair left to frame her heart-shaped face she could see herself. Her skin was pale as the moon and felt thin on her face, she could fully understand why Khal Drogo once called her that after he gave her her silver.

'Jalan atthirari anni' - moon of my life.

She had to admit though that the Dothraki garb did suit her, it made her look like them and feel like one of them even though it meant none for why she felt. At least the grabs and the braided hair may conceal her feelings better.

'Khalisee' said Jorah Mormont as he bowed.

'Ser Jorah, how are the Dothraki?' She meekly asked awaiting a kind pitiful answer

The knight kindly looked at her thinking about his answer until finally resigning to softening it.

'The Dothraki don't believe in money Khalisee...' He started wondering if it really was the best thing to tell her.

'Then how?' Dany shyly interrupted nervously tightening her fist until her nail left red crescents on her palms.

'Dothraki are horse people, they live off of the sufferings of others' continued Jorah 'they invade other people's villages and homes and from there their slaves province'

Dany nodded and gestured Jorah to continue as they rode on.

'But sometimes they might find the fighters to weak and the women to ugly'

Daenerys then heard a crack of a wip and she flinched but she felt to scared to stop it.

'My brother said that he could sweep the seven kingdoms with the 40,000 Dothraki and the 10,000 people from the golden company' Daenerys said hoping for an opinionated answer

Ser Jorah also shook a bit fazed at the Khalisee's oblivion 'The Dothraki have never crossed the narrow sea Khalisee, they fear any water that their horses can't drink...'

'But what if...' Daenerys interrupted

'... King Robert is fool enough to meet them in open battle, but the men advising him are different'

'You know these men?'

'Aye, I've fought besides them, once... But now one of them wants my head.'

'You've sold slaves!?'

'Aye'

'Why?'

'I had an expensive wife'

'What of her?' Asked Daenerys in haste 'where is she know?'

'I once loved her, once when I worn her favour at the tourney of lannisport, I've unseated every rider, even Lord Whent and even Ser Boros of the kingsguard. I was declared the winner after I had broken nine lances with the kingslayer' Jorah told as the the silver-haired woman was clearly interested 'She was very beautiful, with long golden hair, she looked like you. She is know in another place with another man'

Daenerys was as stunted as interested in the bear's story, however it brought her an air of confusion, it did not feel right.

Suddenly Viserys approached and Jorah galloped forward in order to make way for the would-be king 'How many centuries do I need to stay in those savage plains? If you do not learn your position sister and be smart enough to ask the savage king to Give me my army, we will never go home! Do you even care?' He complained

Daenerys didn't like the tone her brother was using. It was a bad omen for her when he was annoyed.

'The Khaleesi does when she has been walking all day the day before,' Daenerys replied, her tone not nearly as short as her brothers. Still, he would not like her insolence, she imagined.

Viserys did not like the tone or the fact that she readily spoke back to him. 'Look at the price you have to pay for spending too much time with those savages that you call Dothraki'

Daenerys narrowed her eyes, but said nothing. She did not want to 'wake the dragon', so to speak. That threat had been lingering over her head since they were children. She pursed her lips wishing he would one day learn something from Daenyre or especially Ser Jorah.

'I haven't been spending time with only Dothraki brother, I've also been spending time with Ser Jorah' she assured

'Yes. Well, it hardly seems like you have. And Jorah is hardly more than the savages.' Viserys informed his sister as he ran his eyes over her. He rolled his eyes and shook his head. 'Aren't you excited about going home?'

"Jorah was a Knight during the reign of our father," Daenerys raised an eyebrow at the crudeness of her brother. "He has been very knowledgeable."

Dany nodded her head slowly, wondering how the Khal would like being in Westeros. Probably not at all, but she could hope, 'Yes, of course. I want our home back.' She said

"If I didn't know better, I'd swear you've fallen in love with your beloved Jorah. Don't let your Khal know." Viserys shook his head and took a step forward, petting his sister's horse.

'Dany. I only want us to be able to go home with no problems.' He snapped. 'That's all I want. And you seem to be making it very difficult.'

"I do not love him, I respect him and the things he knows about our family. I do not remember our father, our mother, or our brother,"

Daenerys reminded him. She liked Ser Jorah's stories. They made her daydream about what it would have been like to have a family.

"How am I making it difficult?" she asked curiously annoyed.

Viserys sighed and pursed his lips together, know that Daenyre had a dragon he might steal it and threaten the khalasar with burnin if it took any longer for his sister or her people to understand. Daenyre might be lying for all they know, and he did have more dragon blood than her in his veins.

"The word is that you're not making the Khal very happy." It wasn't strictly true, but Viserys felt like he was doing all the work and his sister did nothing but lay about and be worshipped by thousands of men. He hated her for it. He wanted her to feel like he did. Even with Daenyre, he felt unappreciated, however she was better company than nobody, even her army paid him no heed but they did not disrespect him as the savages did.

Dany's mouth dropped. Was that true? Was Drogo disappointed in her and spreading word that she was a bad lover? She had been trying her best to please him. Or... ws this just Viserys's way of trying to manipulate her?

'I have done my best to please the Khal,' she said and rode a bit forward

'Then try harder."' Viserys frowned at his sister and shook his head. "Do not disappoint me, Dany. Or I will find a replacement for your cunt so that the Khal may actually be happy with them. So that he'll serve me better.'

Dany was suddenly not feeling so brave now. 'Khal Dro-ogho was happy with me' she though

"Is he? Have you asked him?" Viserys arched a brow at his sister and then snorted. "Of course not. You can't speak Dothraki no more than I can. Not that you need to. It's a disgusting language for disgusting savages. The savages you are now queen over." He snorted, In annoyance he rode on in anger tired of dealing with this sister who he did not recognize.

As Vaes Dothrak was coming into view Viserys quickened his speed after of course declaring the city to be a "pile of shit and twigs"

Once again the sound of a whip came In Dany's earshot.

'Stop!' Ordered Dany

'Tell the entire hoard to stop? For how long?' Asked Jorah feeling slightly bedazzled

Dany threw him a commanding stare 'Until I command them otherwise' she declared

Daenyre's POV:

Daenyre's very own horse looked more sophisticated and composed than its rider. She stayed late last night even later than Viserys, he was so close to having his way with her then that it made her blush know.

Her hair was bound in one single greasy lone braid down her back which looked more dirty than the slave's now, her eyes were rimmed In tired black lines and they seemed to be having crow's feet, her usually fair skin was oily and tan now that it seemed to have been exposed to the sun for hours. The Dothraki garb was carefully made for her body In their earthly colours, the only brightness currently on her body, it looked good on her but it did not suit her.

If riding for an entire day inflicted so much pain she would think that am invasion would be the death of her then. Lysono Maar then appeared within view. He like Viserys had white-gold hair that stroked his collar-bone and lilac eyes however he appeared very womanly, Daenyre even considered him one before he spoke his first words. Pearls and Amethysts fell from his earlobes.

'Daenyre! You lovesick fool' grimaced Lysono 'The Targaryen bastard pretender's sister Daenerys may now be pregnant and we will never command the khalasar should they respect her'

'Stop taking guesses Lysono' snapped Daenyre tired at being stated the obvious. Oh how she wished she could be mounting her dragon now and fly away.

'And to make things even better Viserys Targaryen now knows about your dragon you fool' Lysono quailed

'All the better reason to bend the knee' Daenyre insisted

'The boy is to brazen and fool to ever bend a knee to the black dragon, the reds always swell with pride like puffishes' Lysono said adopting a gentler tone 'them and their so called dragon blood'

'Hmm yes very foolish, Aerys' son' Daenyre answered knowing that she did not mean it Viserys really wasn't as much a fool as people made him out to be. She would never call a child which has been roaming through the free cities since he was 13 a fool knowing how hard it was.

'Why are your eyes staring into space yearning. Tell me my queen do you love him, Viserys, the fool, already?' Lysono Maar quietly asked in a hoarse whisper.

Daenyre remained silently brooding

It also poisoned her, it was the poison of the past, she was the silver-haired girl in the red keep now, not knowing what would happen next.

Suddenly the entire hoarse stopped and Daenyre quickly galloped towards the front of the Khalasar leaving Lysono behind, where the Khalisee Daenerys should have been standing, after pushing her way through half a dozen of Dothraki that her horse was vacant, her silver.

Worried Daenyre jumped of her horse and brushed her way through the tall grasses, gesturing her Westeros to follow her.

'Daenerys?' Daenyre calmly called and lended out a hand to her

Daenerys bowed to the ground in tension, clutching her stomach as if someone annihilated it, she spoke to the slaves and ordered the entire khalasar to not raise a hand to them for they were weak, they had to be protected. But now who would protect her?

Daenerys shot Daenyre a look and stood up with her help.

'Thank you...' She started

Out of the grasses Viserys shot through like a scythe, with a sword in one hand and a reign in the other.

'You dare?' He screamed and approached Daenerys digging his nails into her arm 'you give commands to me? Look at you'

Daenerys relented in fear 'please don't hurt me 'serys, I just wanted to stop'

'I do not take orders from savages or their sluts, do you hear me?!' Viserys screamed lifting his arm

But it was to late, fast as thunder Rhakarro snapped his wip and it coiled around the prince's neck, Viserys fell to the ground wheezing and coughing trying to loosen the cord's grip. His struggles came to no avail as it tightened every time he tugged at it.

Daenyre was shocked, she looked around her and then realized that these Savages in name would protect their Khalisee even though they do not speak her language or trode in her footsteps, all this loyalty was scaring her.

'Vos!' Said Daenyre as she stepped back

Irri looked at her frightened face and then quickly at Daenerys', 'do you want him dead Khalisee?' She asked after Rhakarro chanted something in Dothraki that induced Daenyre's reaction

'No... Vos!' Daenerys shouted but no one heard above their useless noises

'Take ear to teach him respect' Irri babbled in broken Andal

Daenerys pursed her lips, she was beginning to be annoyed 'Tell him; I don't want my brother harmed'

Rhakarro looked back at the three women before him all with different reactions, and stopped at Irri asking something in Dothraki not bothering to hurry as the last dragon lay sprawled on the ground chocking.

Irri shrugged. And Rhakarro uncoiled the cord from Viserys' pale throat. The Prince lay there with his face reddened in anger screaming at them behind shortened breaths 'KILL THESE DOTHRAKI DOGS!' He started 'I AM YOUR KING!'

No one paid him heed as Daenerys felt her self strengthen, she was no longer only the little sister to the rightful king. As she rode on everyone nicely followed her the way they'd never follow him. Ever. Everyone but Daenyre.

'Where is my horse?' Grunted Viserys

'Nah ah ah ah, you... Walk' Rhakarro ordered in broken Andal

Viserys then stared at him wishing that he would burn him with his own eyes, if possible.

As Viserys' horse was lead on from the scene Daenyre also followed

'Give me your horse!' He ordered

Daenyre unrelented 'No' she said

He almost tilted her off until she gave up and gestured a place in front of her on the saddle, at least she could lean on someone and sleep now, wondering how long the horse could go, with both of them atop it.