The Flight of a Dragon

by Bess Woodville

The story of the last female Blackfyre. Though the last of her name she isn't the last dragon. Will she conquer and establish a new dynasty? Will she ally with Daenerys and Viserys Or will she die like the others? Bastards have been known to rise high in Westeros. Slight AU OC/Viserys. LASTEST CHAPTER FIXED.

7. Poison of the Past

Poison of the Past:

AN: this chapter might be my worst even though it took me like a month to write... mainly because I was subject to constant mood swings and I was very busy with studying for a scholarship and going to Thailand for 3 weeks! It's okay now because I managed to get it! It's 75% scholarship so I will be going to England next year! Woohoo! So again I am sorry and if the two POVS at the end are badly written excuse me because I was hurrying to finish them so I could get them sent to my beta ASAP because I will be going to England to visit the school...

Maddie Rose: Wow! 6 new reviews? Talk about a Christmas present! I am so happy that you also agreed to beta for me and thank you for the reviews very much, I am jumping on this inside! Thank you I am trying :/

Ramzes: thank you, I am happy that you think so! Yep this is Viserys as we know him *sigh* hopefully I will never make him very ooc ever! And again thank you for reassuring me that I am making sense! And thank you for wishing my happy birthday neighbour!

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Disclaimer: Martin owns it all, lol talk about imagination

Irri's POV

The new Khaleesi is now a changed woman, it is known, just as the sun rose through the Dothraki sky and a new day began. Both Irri and Jhiqui had to wake up so very early; handmaidens were required to, it was not hard for Doreah for Lyseni always had to wake up very early in the morning to avoid the hottest part of the day. How Irri she wished that she could delay her sleep.

Sleep seemed like nothing to the other silver-haired girl; Daenyre as she willingly rose up this morning just to take a walk and take in the plains, even in Dothraki garb she seemed melancholic and shrouded in grief, unlike her cousin Viserys (or sibling or whatever he was) she seemed to express herself through grief rather than temper, nevertheless her temper was a catastrophic travesty when awoken, waking the dragon indeed.

Irri grew rather close to her, apart from the fact that she still spoke the most Dothraki - though Daenerys threatened to top her in this, they both were daughters of enemy tribes forced to be brought up alongside their enemies, both did thrive.

As she looked around peculiarly to see if anyone was watching her she came to the false impression that the plain was empty, thus resulting her to summon this large purple monster towards her. Before she knew it they were both lost amidst the pale pink, saffron yellow and icy blue morning clouds leaving the green grasses to sway and stutter in the wind as if to mourn their escape into the sky.

Irri shook back into horror as she entered the Khaleesi's tent, the purple lizard or monster couldn't possibly really be, could it be an overgrown bird? No, the thing was large and ferocious with snarling eyes, scales which resembled armours were imprinted on its body and teeth as sharp and white as a strip of moonlight. She was going to be quiet about this, for this is what Daenyre would have wanted.

The dragon boy had no hope of seizing any iron chairs as long as this woman was alive and in her senses.

'Khaleesi' Irri cordially greeted as she was sitting down to tend to Dany's hair

'A Jahackaka' Daenerys stuttered.

'Ah, Jahakka Khalisee' whispered Irri soothingly, tying in a braid

'Ah Jakaekhae' Dany hoarsely persisted.

'Ah... Ja, hak, ka' Irri repeated.

'Ah Jahakka' Dany insisted.

'Well done Khaleesi, like a true Dothraki' Irri praised her.

But would she be having children as fast as true Dothrakis? She was a foreigner but horselord's queens tended to show early signs of pregnancies as opposed to other women

Irri quickly yet precisely groped Daenerys' chest

'W-what are you doing?' asked Dany awkwardly

Irri continued to stare forwards into the plain then back at the silver-haired princess

'It is a blessing from the great stallion' she whispered in Andal

Daenerys gasped, relief shining in her violet eyes, womanly reliefs not little girl ones that she'd have to be feeling at her tender age, it seemed that she has flourished here, once the Khal shall have his son he would defienatly not be aiding the dragon prince with this quest.

Viserys' POV:

Why did a woman have to be so beautiful yet so paranoid, he couldn't help but observe Daenyre's twitching and turning every time the eunuch cart's presence threatened to come towards them, Daenrye now rode in front of the horse when Viserys quickly tired of doing so.

'I fear that the horse Is growing weak' Daenyre huskily said she was looking slightly better in a red leather Dothraki vest-like shirt and medallion belt, now that she looked less sickened and more vibrant for once, more pleasing

'No he is fine!' insisted Viserys thrusting forwards

Westeros slowly reeled back and front, swindling side to side before collapsing on the floor like a pile of mess, Dothraki mess

'Go away!' Daenyre hissed as she tried getting up, her knees were scraped and blood protruded out of the wounds 'It seems to me that I end up hurting myself every time I'm near you'

'...and so you should!, for refusing to even letting me see that dragon of yours, you are going to wake the dragon,' groaned Viserys as he drew himself up and shrugged the dirt off him in disgust

'Viserys, that dragon is the one thing I have and will ever love, the first time I've seen it out of it's egg, it was so beautiful that I quite maddened myself with happiness, don't take her from me,' pleaded Daenyre

'And why shouldn't I? Dragons rightfully belong to house Targaryen! I am your King, your drago.n'

'This one doesn't... Please.' Daenyre begged, she then gently whispered something weirdly in her horse's ear and if by magic the horse reared up and was back to its normal faze, with the horse Daenyre's unbearable yet majestic pride came back to her, it eerily enchanted him.

'Good enough for a stolen horse,' she replied mirthlessly as she rode on as fast as the rain.

Hours passed and pain made walking a blinding torture for the young dragon, it was hard enough dragging his feet through the dirt like a mule, worse like a savage, but keeping up with these animals by foot were barely tolerable.

'Khalakka Zharvorsa, cart? Ride cart? You want to?' asked Khal Drogo in broken Andal

Viserys nodded his head with suspicion, and slowly entering the cart. Surprisingly enough there were no eunuchs, children nor cripples nothing but Daenyre's dragon, Viserys wondered if the Khal saw the dragon. As he took his place beside the dragon the Khal rode on smirking at the other king's foolishness. Meanwhile in the tent Viserys fervently patted the dragon feeling a heat from it's inside.

The old crone's wizened and saddened eyes grew with fire as the young girl which masqueraded as queen before her drew the horse heart towards her. Many eyes burned into her form that day among those were Viserys', his sister had become one of them, she compromised to dressing like them and talking like them. She betrayed him, he wished that he could just leave her here in Vaes Dothrak or perhaps he could...

It was nearly impossible to watch her being adored by all this people, it seemed that her gaze never once met his it was like she did not need permission from him anymore. This treatment is unsuitable for a king! Especially a fine one as him!

Both Jorah's and Daenyre's gazes were fixed on Dany, both were thinking different thoughts. Jorah's probably more amourous thought Viserys sourly.

'She needs to eat the whole heart?' asked a scowling Viserys unsatisfied with what faith brought him

'Yes,' replied an unwillingly correspondent Ser Jorah

Viserys pursed his lips with the bitterness that Ser Jorah couldn't be more bothered with his king's words.

'Hope that wasn't my horse,' gulped Viserys

'She's doing well,' smiled Ser Jorah

'She'll never keep it down,' groaned Viserys bothered with the sudden attention that his sister was getting because of something that he'd done.

'Yes she will,' blurted a shaking Daenyre, her gaze had barely shifted from her newer friend who a sister to her in all but name, the red of her dyed leather and the horse blood bounced in her eyes, she was shaking resulting in her hair falling into her eyes giving her the appearance of a ghost.

Through Viserys' enraged scowl a little smile escaped him 'and what ghost told you that, little bastard? Do you have feelings for Khal Drogo's new whore?' Viserys asked

'She is your sister,' answered Daenyre

'...not anymore she isn't.' added Viserys

'She will always be your sister even in death Viserys, the dragon must have three heads.' she added

'Interested in prophecies are you? Is Rhaegar speaking through you?' Viserys asked slightly amused

'...The stallion who mounts the world.' Daenyre vaguely smiled as her teeth seemed to turn to steel, her mouth seemed to be filled with blood and her skin seemed to have fountains of a prophecy's blood all over her, she felt unlike herself, more frightened than she'd ever be but she did not show it 'He is definitely not speaking through you, Viserys, one head has perished in the water.'

'And who is the third head then?' he muttered frustrated with his cousins' test

Daenyre shot him a smile that cut like a knife 'A Stallion cannot fly, a Mount does not breath fire, a Horse does not lead nor rule.' she silently muttered as she went forward closer to Daenerys

Daenerys continuously bit into the heart trying hard to hinder the disgusting veins from entering her teeth, the hardness of the cartilages from letting her surrender her prophecy, the chewiness of the meat from saddening her and stopping her sudden growth.

Her violet eyes were staring directly at Khal Drogo and it never ceased to amaze Daenyre with how this crying baby managed to enchant such a savage man. It never amazed Viserys though.

The Dragon King's temper began to rise up in him and his patience was the last thing on his mind right now. 'He won't be a real dragon,' he spat 'he won't be a true Targaryen.'

'Your grace?' questioned Ser Jorah, aggravatingly

'Fools in Westeros have been looking down on us for marrying brother to sister as it is expected of us of the blood of old Valyria, since we came to Westeros,' recited Viserys irritatingly 'Yet no one realizes that the blood of old Valyria is the most purest and special in the entire known world, I had to sell Daenerys as I had to sell my crown Jorah...'

Ser Jorah couldn't help but shake his hairy head, this boy would never be any king of any sort, his temper, impatience, petulance and Self-righteousness would never make him a king, no one had any fickle respect for him apart from the Blackfyre girl, but she seemed untrue for most bastards are jealous of their legitimate counterpart. Even as a Mormont he did not know where he stood'

'... And there is no one left of my true family then Daenerys, the blood of the dragon must be kept pure when possible.' he continued, he idly turned his silvery head towards Daenyre who at this moment looked as if she was living through Daenerys, the light tinged making her hair appear more golden then it was, he quickly took in her figure searching for imperfections.

'Your grace...' slowly nudged Ser Jorah

'What?' asked Viserys irritably.

'Nothing, it is just...' Jorah replied

'Then don't draw my attention to yourself you fool,' Viserys whined, to his song of anger a lyric of melancholy accompanied it his frowning face gradually straightened back into its usual attractive self, 'They love her' he quietly affirmed so just Ser Jorah could hear what seemed like a surrender

'Aye,' Ser Jorah said

Viserys then avoided Ser Jorah's gaze 'What is he saying?' he asked in order to avoid the subject

Ser Jorah proceeded to obey his command 'I can hear his hooves, their wails...'

Ser Jorah's words interrupted with the young king's train of thought what if the people did not care if he would come and rescue them from those disgusting stags? What if Illyrio played him all this time? Viserys shivered with anger, what if the women did not sew dragon banners and the men did not drink secret toast to his health? He was the son of the last king and he could feel it in him that no one actually cared about this blessed dragon blood of his, his Targaryen blood. He forced it in himself to not think this but he did not manage.

Worst of all Khal Drogo's idiotic and primitive gaze was fixed on his sister and his new found love for her beauty, his mind was not fixed on his crown, he broke his promise to him just like everyone in the realm bloody did! The Dothraki will never follow him, they will follow the whore his sister. Did she enchant the Khal? Is it his fault because he told her to try harder? All of these meant nothing to Viserys, he just wanted to be king!

When he will be king no one will ever look down on him, all oath breakers will slowly be roasted on bars of irons until they starve to death and the fat ones will be fed to his dragon, should he ever hatch any of Dany's eggs or steal Daenyre's, but Rhaenyras already had a sister, mother and friend; Daenyre, should he have his own dragon he would be king unquestioned. Aegon the conqueror reborn. Maybe Daenyre was right, maybe he would have to prove himself...

Even if the dragon wouldn't hatch it would still be priceless, the white egg was the most enchanting to him; the one which strongly resembled his hair even more so than Daenyre's and Daenerys'. One egg a ship, two eggs a ship and an army. Stealing the eggs was very tempting to him. He was also going to prove himself that he has a determination, maybe then Daenyre would lay down her claim to him if he did that, it would impress her, maybe make her want him as much as he did. Daenyre couldn't be the dragon after all, she was not meant to be the kingdom's own queen, she was meant to be his. Just as he once thought that Daenerys was meant until she proved untrue and weak. Daenyre was not.

'One egg, a ship, two eggs, an army,' madly repeated Viserys as he crept out with a racing heart.

Ser Jorah's POV:

The Snake that he had to serve was no king.

Ser Jorah reached over to the flap to open his Khaleesi's tent with his hairy arm for he was a bear.

Bears do not love fair maidens.

There stood the man, the next Aegon, the mad king's son, the future king of Westeros. He held a dragon's egg in his calloused ringed hand, the silver one, admiring it a bit before shoving it in his satchel along with the other two.

As silver as his hair.

He did not budge as Ser Jorah approached him, daring to take a step forwards. Jorah did not need to see Viserys' face to be convinced that the young man was burning with fury, he thought that 16 Years and the 4 months in Vaes Dothrak were too much waiting, little did he know how much a man truly had to wait to truly have what he wanted, in their case; to go home, or in Ser Jorah's instance to forget the wife which harmed him.

'Don't let them see you carry a sword in Vaes Dothrak, your grace,' Ser Jorah warned him

Viserys dumbly gazed at the bear, as his gaze became more mad and hallow like his father's he viciously pierced his silver blade back in his scabbard, he had no use for it, he could not even wield it. No one taught him how

'Those are not my laws,' Viserys angrily mumbled back adjusting the sack so that no eggs would fall out

'They are not yours,' Ser Jorah repeated adopting a more stern tone.

'Everything which is hers is also mine.' Viserys continued

'Once maybe.' Jorah replied

Viserys angrily pursed his lips with frustration wondering how that man could not understand that he could not care less whose eggs they were.

He then madly repeated what he earlier mumbled in the tent; 'One egg a ship, two eggs a ship and an army' his second mask was also wearing off.

'You have all three.' Jorah humbly stated

'I need a large army,' Viserys spat back hauling the satchel over his lank shoulder. 'I am the last hope for a dynasty Mormont! the greatest dynasty the world has ever seen on my should since I was nine years old, and no one has ever ever given me what they gave her in that tent, her or Daen- the Blackfyre Bastard Girl.'

Viserys' madness and fury shielded him from the current reality it seemed.

Silence reigned in that moment whilst Viserys was growing more restless and the bear more convinced by the young man's madness yet sadness briefly prolonged over him too, filling the air with its displeasure.

'Not a piece of it,' Viserys' furious voice now said, tinged with sadness.

Rhaegar's sadness, the two men seemed to be Viserys right now.

Viserys took a step forward hoping to leave the tent 'How can I carry what I need to carry without it? Hmm? Who could rule without wealth or fear or love?' he challenged

Unexpectedly Viserys burst out in what seemed like a clash of a smirk and a genuine grin - which he rarely saw in any of the last dragons. 'Hah, you stand there all nobility and honor...'

'Don't think that I don't see you looking at my little sister,' Viserys's crazy smile quickly wore off his gaunt face 'Don't think, I don't know what you want...'

'I don't care, you can have her. She could be queen of the savages and dine on the bloodiest horse parts and you could dine on which parts of her that you like.' whispered Viserys 'But let me go.'

Ser Jorah remained unfazed by the dragon's fury.

'You can go, but you can't have the eggs,' he stated, trying to remind himself that this was the man which used him that he would take him home, and that in his reign he would never be punished for selling slaves and such nonsense.

'You swore an oath to me your rightful king, not my whore of a sister,' Viserys hissed 'Does loyalty mean nothing to you?'

'It means everything to me.' Ser Jorah simply said

'And yet here you stand.' hissed Viserys through his teeth

'Aye, yet here I stand.' Ser Jorah agreed

Viserys gave him one hard fiery look before leaving through the tent flaps to wherever he wanted to go.

Daenyre's POV:

The would-be dragon queen was silently crafting a small Dothraki doll, with some of Irri's materials and some of Doreah's silks and laces from Myr and Lys. The doll seemed too sophisticated for a Dothraki dragon thought Daenyre, perhaps if she made him a horse to go with it it would look more like the stallion who mount's the world's toy than a Westerosi lady's, a toy that she'd sew for her daughter.

How she wished that someone would have made her toys, Queen Rhaella once made her a princess but Viserys stole it from her and she never had it back, as a little girl she always hated stitching even though she was good at it but Rhaenys was still better than her, she loved knitting she smiled remembering when she told the Septa that she was knitting because winter was coming.

All those years in making dresses for the Volantene ladies and the Lorathi princesses earned her money and how something which she generally disliked saved her. Sewing was a weakness, she thought as she continued mumbling under her breath, the golden company was not supposed to be seeing their queen sew, they loved her well enough, one even called her the very spirit of Daemon Blackfyre reborn. To them she was meant to be a sword-wielding warrior not a seamstress.

'Would you teach me to wield a sword ser?' Daenyre pleaded sweetly

'Me?' laughed Franklin Flower 'Half apple, half fat, no I could not my queen but perhaps Tristan Rivers may teach you.'

'Another bastard,' Daenyre smiled 'Like me.'

'Aye, another bastard like us.'

The beggar king brutally opened the tent flaps as if he was exposing someone, his face was red with fury and his pace was fast and furious, he rapidly sliced his way through the room towards a small mirror, his hand ran over the slight slash that appeared on his right cheekbone, it clearly stung.

'Ser Franklin, may you please give me some oil' Daenyre ordered

'For the Beggar king? Are you out of your mind?' he asked

'Now!' Daenyre hissed

He quickly approached the two claimants to the throne with what his queen asked of him.

'Thank you, Now go' she commanded, she then carefully reached out for her other clean riding glove and dabbed a bit of the nasty blue solution on it and gently brought it up to Viserys' cheek, it painfully stung

'Ow!' cried Viserys

'You have pale skin, it won't be a pretty sight, it will rot into a bruise soon enough, don't move!' Daenyre ordered

'Don't command me,' muttered Viserys under his breath

'Shame, for I have an army and all you have are a couple of Dothraki people which are in no way loyal to your cause, nor do care about you.'

Viserys smirked 'and you care about me, as you seem to?' he asked in an ironic tone

'No, I pity you, now which Dothraki did that to you? Did the eunuchs and the elderly also dislike you?' Daenyre smiled tilting her oval face in concentration

'The great whore,' he scowled as he heard the word 'pity'

'Daenerys...' she whispered in shock and awe of the young girl's change in character

Viserys immediately moved her arm away from his cheek and picked up a tuft of material of the floor '...and what is this? A toy for the horse mutt?' he asked throwing it in the fire

'How dare you!' she acidly shot back at him as he hauled her onto his lap 'don't pity the dragon bastard, it will only bring you pain' he said into her hair as he pulled her in closer

'And don't joke with the dragon,' he continued murmuring as one hand cupped one breast as the other stroked her bare abdomen.

'Rhaenyras!' squealed Daenyre as she sharply broke free from Viserys' touch and approached the dragon, it's eyes were vicious pools of sapphire springs, as deadly as the narrow sea, it's Amethyst and Sapphire scales brang out the colour in Daenyre's eyes - their usual beauty. Its body was far too large for the tent and it will soon have to be sheltered outside on the plains. As a contrast It's teeth were soaked in blood, the dragon went hunting it seemed so as a neat grin spilled across it monstrously beautiful face. The dragon coiled a tail around it's mistress protectively as it always done but in moments it approached Viserys, curiously sniffing at his frail hand

It's tail then Swirled across the from knocking What little objects they had before briefly resting it's head next to Viserys' feet, a sign which Daenyre hated enough to admit that. Then the two pale-haired dragons were sitting in silence looking directly at the dragon, one with a smug little smile whilst the other one with a regretful frown.

As smoke came out of it's nostrils it decided that it was bored of the humans before it and left to the blue skies once more with an unearthly speed.

'It loves you.' Daenyre hoarsely whispered wishing it were not true

'It does indeed, just as the Dothraki love Dany instead of me' Viserys retorted smugly

'What cut you?' asked Daenyre trying to change the conversation

'My medallion belt, how does my own sister presume to dress me? Why would I dress like a savage to impress them? They do not need to love them, I could not care less if they all died in a ditch after I took the throne.' Viserys screamed in anger

Daenyre gestured on for him to continue convinced that Daenerys would not cut him for just refusing a kind gift.

'She woke the dragon then, next she would want me to braid my hair?' Viserys continued trying to explain 'It stunk of manure, she was trying to make me one of them, savage and lazy.'

Daenyre sighed used to Viserys' folly. 'I told you already, you must prove yourself to them you fool, they won't follow you otherwise!'

'I am not going to try to impress them bastard,' he shot back 'I am going to ask the Khal again and threaten him with burning if he does not give me an army by sundown next morrow!'

'And I will do that with your dragon.' growled Viserys

'Why?' her voice wanted to shout but it only came out as a hoarse whisper

Viserys smirked a wicked grin once more 'Bonding takes place between the true king and his sigil... What is his. In the eunuch cart, I imagine that you regret pushing me off your horse now sweet cousin.' He childishly stated

Daenerys' POV:

She feels that it is not her duty to look after Viserys. She is the Khaleesi, married to Khal Drogo. She is the one being looked after, by her people the horse people.

And after he attacked her, she is asking herself why she even allows him to live.

She doesn't need him like before… She has her sun-and-stars now. Her sun-and-stars who holds her close each night and murmurs "my little moon" in Dothraki.

And what did Viserys ever say to her? Almost nothing apart from empty threats and insults which she was now immune to.

Her thoughts are interrupted by Ser Jorah's return. He tells her that her brother is not in the camp, that he had to walk a little way off before he could spy the fire which Lord Viserys had lighted to warm himself for the night.

'He was alone', Ser Jorah said.

'Strange, I didn't think he could do that. Light a fire on his own? Is he trying to escape?' She questioned

'Do you want your brother to be king?' Gently asked Jorah

'He is the rightful king,' Dany uncertainly insisted

'Will your brother be a good king?' Ser jorah asked

'No, he would make a bad king,' Dany quietly said

'Do you want your brother to be king?' Repeated Ser Jorah

'No, he could never take us home,' she remembered saying

Drogo felt that Daenerys should have learned the language of his people by now. She was their Khaleesi. However, he understood that it was a bit more difficult than that. As he'd been trying to learn bits of the common language as well.

However, he felt that hers was much harder to learn. Drogo walked into the room where she was. He looked her over for a moment, then wiped some blood off of his chest. He wondered what she'd say today, the young Khaleesi did however show extreme courage this was one of the things that he wanted in a woman.

"Welcome home," Daenerys started in the language of her new people, the Khal luckily managed to understand what those words meant without them having a Dothraki counterpart.

It was a bit broken and accented wrong, but she was getting better, barely reaching towards Daenyre's slightly better broken Dothraki the young queen-to-be was too busy assuring her army and soldiers that they would go home, the other moon they successfully conquered Qohor and insisted that they give 'Queen' Daenyre a pretty amount of money for her to not bother them again.

Her mind raced off to Viserys thinking that he most likely wasn't spending all this time with Daenyre just for her army, he did seem relatively calm in her presence but what would happen when he would be king and most likely put her to death for rebelling to get her throne back another dance of dragons. They both wanted the throne and nine would settle for any less, and none knew the obvious solution for this problem none cared if they were creating a more lovable anarchy between them.

But Viserys wouldn't take them home, Jorah had said so, but would Daenyre take them home? would she want Targaryen cousins by her side?

"Was your day well, my Khal?"

She smiled prettily, crossing her arms across her chest and the swell of her beloved Rhaego as she stared up at the big warrior before her, she eventually came to love him and he too her.

It was amusing. Her accenting was wrong and her silky, girly voice didn't do the language justice. But, she was still a child. She'd work on it. "You are a Khaleesi. You should start acting like it." He told her and then looked her over. "I caught enough food to save a few horses."

She frowned a moment, trying to gather all of what Drogo had said. Something about being a Khaleesi and catching food and horses. She smiled and tried her best to reply, "Great job, my warrior. Your hunt is appreciated amongst us all." she didn't seem to find matching words, the sentences gilded with finery like the queen she was.

Drogo let out a laugh and shook his head. "Voice not fierce." He replied in a very poor, broken common tongue, no one had said that Andal was flowery and sweet, but Dany truly was. He looked her over and then touched her hair, then switched back to his own language. "Yer movekkhat strong, Vazyol (Stormborn)"

"Strong?" she echoed. She was used to keeping her tone even and nice with Viserys. He didn't like it when Daenerys seemed to overpower him, so Dany never did. She sat up straighter and tilted up her chin, "Like this?"

Drogo looked at her for a moment, then grabbed her by the shoulders and straightened her out a bit. So that she stood taller and looked more like she could take him on. Even if she couldn't. He smiled for a moment.

There were things he knew of her people. Everyone had heard of the Targaryens. "Zhavvorsa." He said her in language. "Yer Zhavvorsa." He growled to show her how to act in as a polite manner as he could for this girl that he felt the need to protect and have.

"No, Viserys is the dragon," Dany said uncertainly just now knowing how her brother is not the man, the dragon that she thought him. Her brother had reminded her of that quite often. Nonetheless, Daenerys straightened up and stood as tall as she could, which was still quite short beside her massive Khal.

This was more like it. He looked the girl over and nodded his approval. "You are the blood of the dragon. You have the same parents. You have the same blood." He informed her and then he touched her hair. "You are Khaleesi. You are strong" Drogo tenderly smiled, a smiled which still looked fierce but for him it was as soft as the finest silks, at least to Dany "Rhaego." his voice said gesturing to Dany's swollen up womb.

"I will be strong, one day," Daenerys chirped just then feeling them leave her throat and never return ever, they were as strange to her as the Dothraki plains once were the first day, she was not the meek and helpless girl that her brother thought her. Daenyre was strong and she will soon be like her, she couldn't help but wonder if she was more like Daenyre her brother would have loved her more, but not her Khal. She warmly smiled and then closed her eyes. She was enjoying the soft embraces her from husband. She was still getting used to the sexual encounters, despite her pregnancy. They often left her sore and hurting, but it was most certainly an improvement from the first night, the Khal cared too much for Rhaego as to doing anything that might threaten or harm him no matter how much he now desired his wife.

Drogo was a fierce warrior, but he still wanted to please his wife. He looked down at her and nodded. He'd understood that. He pulled back from her and motioned at the clothes he'd had brought for her earlier in the day. "Dinner then we ride to Lhazar." He said. "Get dressed."

He pulled off what he was wearing and picked up what were his nicer garments and began to pull them on. "You will braid my hair."

Daenerys slipped off her current dress slowly and slipped into the new ones that Drogo had bought her. It was tan, like most things the Dothraki wore, but hers was much nicer than everyone elses. There were little white and gold designs, as unique as the ones she gave Daenyre, except Daenyre often had hers red, green and black for tan did not suit her how it suited Dany.

"Yes, my Khal," Daenerys smiled and turned to her husband. She ran her hands through his long charcoal hair.

Drogo normally had one of the other girls do his hair. But, as his wife, Dany was entitled to fix it now. He turned and looked at her, feeling kind towards her.

His large hand coiled around her tiny wrist and he pulled her to the bed where he sat down to wait for her to fix it.

Daenerys could have sworn that she would remember those warm encounters until she could banish all the cold and resent that Viserys filled her with.

Mirri Maz Duur's POV:

She saw her home burn up, that temple was like a castle too her and she had no fault for what her family and people she knew had done.

Even if they were as innocent as she was, even more so.

They dragged her out of the mud like a dog, not even letting her resign to the life in a ruin which she was about to live, alone.

City was once ablaze, but now each sacred stone's features were either marred by the fire or her people's blood, she felt her own blood boil.

The Lhazareen were very sacred people, the one nation which respected their place so much as to not oliberate it, the Great Sheperd spoke to them of peace not conquering and taking what is not yours.

But peacefulness comes at a cost, and they were going to do anything to defend their land! Beside the murderous, treacherous and idiotic Khal stood a silver-haired woman, a Valyrian woman.

Her eyes were staring wildly around with a mix of pity and victory, she seemed kind yet strong. Behind her much ahead were two other silver-haired people possibly her family one was rolling his eyes at the Khalasars pride and the other was smiling relieved to have managed to see one of her first fights.

Were not Valyrians once peaceful shepherds? Could anyone forget themselves so far to forsake their Valyrian tradition to be a Dothraki?

Could she destroy them? Lying face down into the dust and powder would do her no favours, it is unlikely that they'll kill her anyway. She was too scared to look at the god's house. Should she risk it? Four men have had her and still none killed her? Should she fight back?

Magic was her weapon after all.

She was a god wife, just as her mother once was, before her and taught her all the spells and songs. As a young girl she had traveled to Asshai to learn the arts of the Shadowbinders.

She also had once cured at boy of dead eye when she was merely a 16 years old girl.

'I thought the Dothaki didnt believe in money' spat Daenyre

'And oathbreakers,' added Viserys

They were all walking beside Ser Jorah

'They are receiving gold, gold to buy ships for Westeros,' mumbled Ser Jorah

Daenyre suddenly turned her gaze away from this little boy, 'Run, please run little boy or they'll make you a slave.' she told him

However the little boy was tied and Daenyre left her sword at home, and who knows what the Dothraki would do to her.

Viserys then nodded in approval 'I suppose it is for my throne and not hers,' he shuddered

'Fighting at least defenseless people is very stupid, I should have better allies with them than those horse savages.'

'They are my people!' Daenerys told him

'No they are mine! You are only a purchase that I made, you were bought by him, but I sold you so they are my people.' screamed Viserys 'They own you, I own them. This was how it was supposed to be.'

His words could no longer harm Daenerys.

'Aggo, Vos! Nakho!' Ordered Daenerys as she got of her horse.

Aggo took no heed but Daenerys knew that shouting at him won't make her stronger

'Jorah, make them stop!' She commanded

'Khalisee?' Asked Ser Jorah

Daenerys was already approaching as if them stop but instead she said 'you heard me!'

'These men shed blood for their Khal, Khaleesi, to claim their reward' Ser Jorah tried to convince her knowing how hurt she was by these things, she truly still had a gentle heart. That was incredible.

'Ame a fiq jha, Khaleesi' said Jhogo to her 'Notrakhi jhok me mwhaea'

'Annese trak carzesa et Shepe ma gothurl' he continued

'Princess you have a gentle heart. This is how it has always been.' Ser Jorah soothed her

'I do not have a gentle heart Ser!' She shouted in annoyance. 'Do as I command or Khal Drogo will know the reason why.'

Suddenly a couple of Dothraki soldiers approached the crate with Jorah behind her and roughly opened it so the women could escape from the crate therefore claiming all of them.

Mirri approached all shivering, hopefully she would be shown mercy, by the silver lady, she had a stern face yet her eyes were compassionate she did not like what she saw, the one aspect of her Dothraki mask that slept away, she hated slavery.

'You cannot claim them all, Khaleesi,' Ser Jorah insisted

'I can and I will!' Daenerys told him

Daenyre gently put a cloak over Mirri in pity, she was a maegi a mother of the lamb. Mirri's ornamental clothes were torn and bloody, that was how she knew.

She was then led on after them, only approaching when she heard a slash of the arakh, and a slight wince from the silver lady, it was time to repay her.

She was brought forth. 'The wound must be washed and sewn,' said Mirri Maz Duur

'Maegi' Aggo said in disgust as he spat at her feet

'Leave her,' Dany once again ordered

'Thank you silver lady.'

'Mirri speaks the truth Khaleesi, let us take her with us.' said Daenyre in broken Dothraki causing one if the men to laugh, she shot him back a sharp stare.

'Very well, Jorah take her to Vaes Dothrak with us.'

'I am going to the market, Khaleesi,' said Jorah

'Why not go to Qohor? You will be safe there and it is my land too, you can buy better wine there' offered Daenyre

'There is something that I must do,' Jorah said, 'To check some messages about Westeros.'

'I am going to go with you.' insisted Daenyre 'I want to know about my kingdom too!'

'Then we shall go, Aggo turn the Khalasar to Vaes Dothrak, we shall go to the night market' She decided. 'Irri, Jhiqui, Doreah?'

'Yes Khaleesi,' they said

'Take the women to Vaes Dothrak, be careful of them! The dragon feeds on lamb and horse alike.' Daenerys warned

'Sec Khaleesi.' said Aggo

Daenerys' POV:

Ser Jorah was strangely poisoned by their company and so wished that they would not be here, he needed to know about his pardon.

'I'll go you wait here,' he told Daenerys. 'Enjoy the wine.'

'No I'll go with you!' insisted Daenyre 'I've had enough wine today.'

It was no use, he would have to be fast, when he reached to the ragged market that he wanted a little boy peeped out

'Jorah the Andal!' whispered a dark-skinned child, Jorah could not notice if it was the sun, the mud or both. 'The spider, pardons you.'

The child ran away just then and Daenyre was too busy complaining about the colour of the Volantene wine, yet she still purchased it.

'My brother is a fool, I know but he is the rightful king.' Daenerys told Jorah

'Aegon the conqueror didn't take the kingdoms because they were his right, he took them because he could.' Ser Jorah answered

'...He also had dragons.' Daenerys insisted

'Yes having a few dragons does make things easier.' he said 'Have you seen a dragon Khaleesi? They might not be as massive as you think'

Daenyre laughed out loud until her face was red. 'Sorry, it is just the wine,' she said knowing it wasn't true, she knew that having a dragon would be enough to conquer anything ever.

'Wines from Lys! Wines from Volantis' wines from the arbor!' boasted a thin man as he waved his hand in the air.

'Look, a person who speaks the common tongue, Khaleesi.'

'To buy wine?' asked Dany

'Why of course.' Daenyre said looking towards the wines. 'The right shades too!'

The man stopped when the Khaleesi came. 'And for you my dear, golden arbor wine, so sweet yet spicy that it could make any man die of happiness.'

Golden Arbor was indeed extremely rare. 'Thank you ser.' Daenerys smiled.

'Let him drink it first,' said Daenyre. 'Why would this man have Golden Arbour wine? It might be poisoned.'

'Yes let him,' Jorah insisted

'This wine is so sweet and good that only the prince-Khaleesi could have any right to drink from it.'

'Now!' Daenerys insisted

The man's face turned into a mirror of fear and he scurried away as fast as he could, none bothered to go after him.

'They want me dead,' plainly said Dany disappointment flickering in her eyes. 'They haven't seen me yet they despise me'

Yet the man wanted to poison her for her family's past.