The Dragons of Winter
Chapter 13
Daenerys
Feeling the sun's golden rays kiss her skin with heat was strange at first; after so much time in the shadowed and icy North, Daenerys had almost forgotten the sensation of the hot sun. For Jon the sun's warmth was almost a new thing entirely, and he would spend time on the deck, taking it in as much as possible,
Their long northern furs had been left in their cabins for days now, and had been replaced with clothes much better fitted to the hot air. Ghost also resided in the shadows of the cabin, whining beneath the bed at the heat he had never known.
At least the dragons enjoy the sun… Daenerys thought to herself, feeling a smile tug at her face as she watched the three dragons doze in the heat.
"Daenerys, Pentos!"
Dany removed her focus from her dragons and looked at the horizon that Jon was pointing to; there the city stood, as large as ever.
Viserys…
Daenerys had tried not to think about her older brother over her time aboard the ship, but the moment her eyes set upon the city, every hit, every beating, every cruel word, every threat came flooding back into her mind.
As if Jon could read her thoughts, he placed a protective hand upon her shoulder, "Daenerys… don't fear your brother."
"How can I not be afraid? Jon, if I hadn't been taken from Pentos, I would be in the Dothraki! Raped, beaten… Viserys sold me to Khal Drogo to get an army. He told me that he would have let all of his twenty thousand men fuck me, the horses too if that's what it took for him to get his golden crown. My own brother wanted to sell me like a piece in the game he was losing at! When I was in Pentos, I was so afraid…"
"Yet now you are the mother of dragons, who has killed two people and who now has another person she shares blood with. You've gained all of that in the time of a few moons."
Jon
He knew that she was still anxious, terrified even. Jon saw her try to distract herself by feeding Rhaeanna, but even after that her worries didn't seem to float away. Jon tried to imagine Viserys himself, and all he could see was an aged man on a throne of bones and blood, laughing as men screamed in his hall.
The Mad King…
Was Viserys truly mad? A monster? A beast to be slain?
The captain's calm voice brought Jon from his thoughts, "Mi lord, princess; we have arrived." He announced.
Jon gave Daenerys a quick glance, as she was even more deep in her thoughts than Jon. She stared blankly into the blue water as she clutched the hilt of her dagger firmly, as if death were coming.
"Dany?" Jon said, rubbing her shoulders until he felt them relax.
"Come, let's prepare for docking." He told her, taking her hand gently and taking he below deck, to find Ghost still underneath the bed, whining miserably.
"I'll get the dragons, stay here Jon…" She said with a hard edge to her voice as she slipped out of the room and stepped upon the deck to retrieve Rhaegal, Viserion and the screeching Rhaeanna.
The ship jolted when it docked into the harbour, and all of a sudden Jon heard noise, music and exotic smells, laughter and voices conversing in strange tongues. It was like a whole new world he had been oblivious to his entire life.
Daenerys
Jon seemed to be in awe of Pentos and its strange people, but all Dany could focus on was Viserys. Every step she took through the winding streets brought her closer to the waiting Viserys, and it made Daenerys Targaryen's anxiety and fear increase.
Magister Illiryo Mopatis
Viserys was pacing around the room, strutting into a corner before speeding away into another. He would constantly fidget with his hands and pet his hair; he was waiting.
Illiryo and Viserys Targaryen had been made aware through their spies of Daenerys' and the bastard's arrival ever since they had been 'released' from the Starks of Winterfell. The news had spun the young Viserys out of control, demonstrated by his violent changes of mood that caught even Illiryo off guard; one moment he'd be elated and then the next rage had struck him. He's nervous, the Magister knew.
"When will they arrive?" He demanded, slumping into his chair.
"Soon, your grace." Illiryo assured him, yet to no avail.
The Magister watched the Targaryen's nostrils flare in annoyance, "When will they arrive?"
"Only time will tell, my King."
"Can time tell me why they dare to keep the dragon waiting?" He sneered.
"No, your grace."
In that moment, Illiryo heard the familiar sound of his gates being drawn open and the sound of horses' hooves beating the dirt.
At that, the Magister told he Targaryen, "They are here, your grace."
Viserys slowly stood up from his seat, releasing a sudden smile that reached from one ear to another as he walked through the doors and into the gardens, where a brown haired Daenerys Targaryen and a raven haired boy stood, holding three dragons.
Jon
There he sat, on his bed in chambers across the castle from Daenerys, with Ghost, alone. It hurt to think of Daenerys supping with her calculating brother, Viserys, whom had not even acknowledged Jon's presence.
He had acknowledged Dany's though;
"Sweet sister! What has the North done to the dragon's bride? Your hair! You look like a Northern traitor!"
The words were enough to make Jon resist the urge to slaughter him then and there.
Then, Viserys gestured for Daenerys to embrace him, and she did so. He stroked her hair, before setting his violet eyes upon their three dragons.
Viserys' face changed when he saw the dragons so much it scared Jon; his eyes seemed to become larger and his skin brighter. His smile widened beyond possibility.
"My children have been given to me!" He exclaimed harshly as he walked nearer to a screeching Rhaeanna.
Then, Daenerys spoke, her voice firm and clear;
"They are my children, mine and Jon's. We walked from the fire unscathed, with the dragons in our arms."
Then, for the first time since they arrived, Viserys' eyes flicked to Jon before darkening and narrowing.
"I am the dragon, my power brought them to this world!"
Daenerys said nothing, and neither did her brother. So, it was the turn of the fat man whom Jon knew to be Magister Illiryo to speak;
"After such a long journey, I understand the princess would like to eat?"
Daenerys nodded, even showing a ghost of a smile as she was taken inside, not knowing that her brother was in pursuit or that Jon had been left behind.
Jon had been escorted away from Daenerys and their dragons, and into small chambers across the castle to where Daenerys had been.
He hadn't seen her in hours, and Jon was sure his door was locked.
Viserys detests me…
The thought made Jon groan.
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A sound of his door being clicked open caused Jon to wake from a sleep he'd never realised he'd fallen into. It was so dark that Jon couldn't make out who had entered his room in the heart of the night. Jon began to feel fear when he heard a voice he had wished to hear ever since arriving in his room;
"Jon?"
"Daenerys?"
He could see her pale face now, and at that he noticed that the brown dye from her hair was gone, replaced by her silver locks that Jon had missed so much.
"Jon!" Her face lit up, and she pulled Jon in and kissed him passionately, like she feared to let go.
"What happened?" Jon asked, pulling away from her warmth and gazing into her eyes.
"I ate with Viserys… he talked about his right to the Throne, and the dragons." She told him flatly, sighing afterwards.
"Has he changed?" Jon asked her.
She thought about it, "at first, he seemed the same… but now, I saw something different in my brother. He's more unpredictable, his moods changed in odd ways."
The story reminded Jon of another… the one about a Mad King who wanted to burn his city down in in flames.
Daenerys
She lay in Jon's arms that night. It reminded her of her time spent in the North, and how much she missed it already. Ghost lay with them too, and she stroked his white fur while listening to Jon's soft snores in the bright moonlight.
Sleep hadn't caught her yet, so Dany stood up and slowly padded to the small window in the corner of the room, illuminated by the beams of the moon. As she peered out, she noticed how much she had become accustomed to the North and their ways; she was almost expecting to see Winterfell's training yard with its people dashing about. Yet instead, Daenerys saw the city of Pentos, with its sand brick houses and exotic smells that drifted around, even in the night.
The dragons would love to fly around here…
Daenerys could picture them ruling the skies of Pentos, fighting over food and sitting on the brown roofs of Pentos' houses. She'd left Viserion, Rhaegal and Rhaeanna in her own chambers, noticeably bigger than Jon's.
Viserys never spoke about Jon, he barely accepted his presence either.
He's your nephew! Dany thought bitterly, as she walked back into the bed to Jon, watching the sun rise.
Arya
She let the tears stream down her face as she watched Nymeria run away from her, and into the woods.
She wished it was Joffrey who was running into the woods, whimpering with soldiers in pursuit. Arya imagined needle in her hand, skinny and smooth. She pictured piercing it into Joffrey's stupid head and watching his blood pour out as he cried and pleaded.
He hurt Mycah, and now Mycah is dead. Had one of Joffrey's men hunted her new friend down and slaughtered him like a pig? The thought made her want to kill Joffrey more.
Jon would have saved me… Maybe I Could get Nymeria and run to a port with her? I could sail to Pentos and spend the rest of my days with Jon and Daenerys, not having to care about being good and impressing Kings and Princes!
She pushed the thought out of her head when she thought of her father, with his icy eyes that grew colder as they travelled further South. She even thought of Sansa- stupid Sansa.
Stupid Sansa in love with her stupid prick prince!
Arya saw darkness slowly falling upon the woods, and before long it had become a struggle to see anything a few paces in front of her.She knew leaving wouldn't be wise- I'd get lost in the woods, or freeze.
I should wait for father- father or Jory, she decided, hugging her knees to protect herself from the night and all its cold.
Suddenly, she heard shouting, and then cloaks of crimson illuminated by their torches. Lannisters!
"There she is, the wolf girl!" One of them said, laughing.
"The Queen wants you, I heard you attacked her little Prince with that beast o' yours." Mocked another, pulling her up and lifting her onto his white mare.
"That's not true! Nymeria only attacked when Joffrey threatened me with his sword!" Arya protested, knowing that her attempts would prove futile.
"Not what the Queen believes, not after Prince Joffrey told 'er otherwise."
Well Joffrey's a liar and a stupid Prince, and the Queen is cruel and cunning; I hate the Lannisters…
Daenerys
The sun had risen when she finally decided to pad back into her chambers, kissing a sleeping Jon goodbye, she opened the wooden door and made her way back.
"Viserion? Rhaegal? Rhaeanna?" She called softly, expecting a scream or a spit of fire in return.
Silence.
"Viserion?"
Silence.
"Rhaegal?"
Silence.
"Rhaeanna?" She said, louder now, feeling anxiety creep all over her.
"Dracarys?"
The room did not light up with a bolt of fire, nor did she hear the familiar screech of Rhaeanna.
Only silence and a dark room.
NOTES: (PLEASE READ?)
DUN DUN DUUUN! I wonder who took them? So anyways, that was my thirteenth chapter! As always, PLEASE leave a review with any requests for the story and your thoughts on it; please do, as reviews simply make my day!