"—I received no food from these people, once I had bathed." Viserys complained, voice filled with fury, one only a dragon could muster up. "I swear to you, dear sister, I will avenge our honour once I have the Iron Throne."
"I am sure, Viserys." I said, trying to remain interested in the conversation. "For you are the dragon and awakening the dragon is a foolish thing, indeed."
He had whined, moaned, and complained during the entire journey. Thankfully, I noticed two massive, bronze stallions ahead and I hear they call this the Horse Gate, though it is no true gate. The stallions' hooves meet together, to form a pointed arch. Personally, I thought it would be rather hard to carve and it was quite a marvellous statue. Viserys, on the other hand, had spied the statue and began to insult it, like he did with everything related to the Dothraki.
"What is it with these people and horses?" He questioned, wildly. "The Great Stallion? This statue?" He exclaimed, bewilderedly.
"They are horse lords, Viserys." I said, for it was the only thing I could truly say. I wondered of their nature, too, but I would not dare insult them to their face. They will surely cut my ear off, to teach me respect, just as they had hoped to do to Viserys. Although, I hear they cannot shed blood in Vaes Dothrak, their sacred city, and I fear Viserys shall do something foolish because of this.
"They probably mount their horses, too, in more ways than one." He spat and I looked around, praying no one could speak the Common Tongue. Thankfully, no one appeared overly offended, though I know they did loathe Viserys deeply. They seemed to glower whenever he opened his mouth, wether he was going to talk, drink, eat, or simply breathe. Dany was further ahead, much further, nearly breaching the Horse Gate, so she did not hear. It was only me who heard—and understood—the dragon's wrath.
"The Khal certainly mounts Dany." I said, trying to add in an subtle, slight insult to perhaps appease Viserys. "She is pregnant, I hear."
Viserys froze for a moment, before releasing a wild laugh. "Horse lord slut, is she? With a Dothraki child, with a savage babe?" He questioned. "She is really becoming quite comfortable here, is she not?"
I nodded, unable to deny that. Dany did indeed grow under the Khal's influence, becoming almost defiant toward Viserys. She's apparently recognising that she is the one in power here, not Viserys, for she is the khaleesi. I did not reply vocally and silence fell between us, to which the surrounding Dothraki were thankful for. We rode and I ignored the pain in my thighs—I had never ridden for this long.
We soon made it to the Horse Gate and, at the sight of it, Viserys released a disinterested scoff. We were one of the last to enter, though, and it was quite hard to manoeuvre through the crowd on horseback, even with my docile horse. We soon gave our steeds to some slave people, one of them being Zhekki, who I offered a smile to. She returned the smile and took my horse, leaving the other slave to take Viserys'.
We soon found some slave people, ones we could give our horses to, so they could be groomed, fed, watered, and sheltered. I dismounted by horse, seeing Zhekki as one of the slaves, and she took my horse with a smile. The other slave, a poor girl, stood beside Viserys, who had yet to dismount his horse. Then, another slave came over, one I think is Dany's handmaiden—or one of them.
She spoke up. "Khaleesi commanded you to sup with her."
I frowned. Dany was ever so kind and I did grow tired of eating horse meat, as did Viserys, but the girl's wording was wrong. It would be taken as a slight. Viserys, like I believed, looked furious. He threw himself from his horse and slapped the handmaiden fiercely. I gave a quiet shriek of surprise, as did the remaining slave girl, and hurried over.
"Viserys, perhaps you should release her—" I began, looking around. Someone may see, he may draw blood. He will be killed, I hear, if he draws blood. I inspected the girl's cheek while she struggled in Viserys' grip. There was no blood, just a horrid crimson mark.
"No!" Viserys refused. "Daenerys is about to awaken the dragon. And dragons eat the like of horse lord sluts, like this one here."
He pulled the poor girl along with him to Dany's tent, refusing to release her hair. I followed them, trying to get Viserys to release the girl without commanding him. It would only make things worse, but if he draws blood . . .
We arrived at Dany's tent, though I fear the girl thought the journey was too long, too far. I would, too, if I were being pulled by my hair. Viserys barged into the tent and shoved the poor handmaiden to the floor. "You send this whore to give me commands?!" He screamed, as did the handmaiden. "I should have sent you back her head!"
Dany looked down at the brunette on the floor, sympathy flooding into her face. The brunette looked up at Dany. "Forgive me, Khaleesi. I did as you asked." She sobbed.
"Hush, now." Dany soothed her, turing to the other handmaiden, the one who translated when Viserys had been choking. "Irri, take Doreah and leave us."
"Yes, Khaleesi." The other handmaiden, Irri, held her fellow Dothraki handmaiden up, escorting her out of the tent. I tried to offer either one of them a reassuring smile, but they kept their heads down.
Dany turned to Viserys. "Why did you hit her?"
"How many times do I have to tell you: you do not command me." Viserys snarled, approaching Dany like a predator approaches their prey.
"I was not commanding you." Dany reassured him. "I only wanted to invite you to supper." She indicated with her hands, causing Viserys to notice something on the table.
"What is this?" He demanded to know, going over to inspect the leathers.
"It is a gift." Dany explained. Viserys snatched up the leather clothing. "I had it made for you."
"Dothraki rags?" He repeated. "Are you going to dress me?"
"Please." Dany begged, fearing for violence. I tried to intervene, as I always had when Viserys and Dany argued—or, rather, whenever Dany accidentally angered Viserys for some small reason and he screamed at her, while she sobbed.
"Brother—" I pleaded. "—she did not intend to slight you."
"Not intended to slight me?" Viserys turned to me, shaking the clothing in his hands. "This stinks of manure!"
He turned rapidly, throwing them at Dany. He then raided the table, throwing at the gifts Dany had offered him to her.
"Stop." Dany tried to command. "Stop it."
He did as she said, though approached her threateningly. "You would turn me into one of them? Next thing, you shall be braiding my hair."
Rather than backing down, as I had done and as Dany usually does, she held her ground. "You've no right for a braid; you have won no victories."
Viserys recoiled in fury. "You do not talk back to me." He snarled, extending his arm and slapping Dany across the face. Dany released a cry and was sent sprawling on the floor, while Viserys dropped down and they both struggled with one another.
Dany's hand inspected the ground around her, before she grasped a bronze medallion belt—
"—you are just some horse lord slut and know you have woken the dragon—"
—and promptly launched it across Viserys' face. I gasped, as did Viserys. Dany quickly stood above him.
"I am a Khaleesi of the Dothraki!" She announced, while Viserys stumbled to his feet, staring at her in surprise. "I am the wife to the Great Khal, and I carry his son inside of me!" Her voice deepened. "The next time you raise a hand to me will be the last time you have hands."
Viserys froze for a few seconds, in pure surprise. His hair was ruffled and there was something red on his face—blood. Dany had drew blood. Surely, the rule still applied to her. Maybe not, but someone may notice. They may find out that Viserys has attacked their khaleesi. Viserys will be killed and I may be punished for not stopping it.
I mentally began to panic even further, especially when Viserys grasped my upper arm fiercely and dragged me from the tent. Someone could see, my mind screeched, he'll be killed! I rapidly increased my pace, forcing Viserys to walk faster. When we arrived at his tent, I tended to his wound, though it was a small one. Nevertheless, anyone could notice he did not have one originally, and could connect the dots. We are in danger, with this wound showing. I also checked his clothing for any blood.
All the while I was helping, Viserys fumed on how she had truly awoken the dragon this time, that once he gained his crown, he would return here with the entire army of the Seven Kingdoms and would destroy this khalasar, alongside Dany and her child, who would undoubtedly be born by the time he arrives again.
But, the entire time he was talking, only one thought alone remained through my mind: it seems like Dany had awoken the serpent, the false dragon, and Viserys had awoken the true dragon.