The next day, while the horde was feeding and watering, she walked through the crowds in search of her sister.

Even though she was wearing her favorite gown, she felt as though everyone could see through her. They could see what happened to her written on her face. She felt ashamed. Finally, after what seemed like a century, she found her sister, watering her Silver.

She was dressed in the Dothraki garb and beautiful.

Aeris approached her, "Sister," she hugged her, missing the warmth that her sister exuded.

"Aeris," Dany smiled. But her smile faded when she looked into Aeris' eyes. She knew the look. She knew her sister, "What is it?" she asked, cupping her sister's face in her hands.

Aeris shook her head, "Nothing…I have missed you," she pet Silver's head to break eye contact with Dany, "You're a Khaleesi now," she found her smile and looked back at Dany, "I'm merely a traveller…"

"You are a dragon, and the sister of a Khaleesi, more than a traveller," she assured her sister. "How is Viserys?" she asked. Dany was sure she'd see her brother soon but Aeris was with him all the time.

"Restless," Aeris replied. Then the man they knew as Jorah approached, his calm demeanor a welcome sight. He was sort of the Khaleesi's unofficial guard. "Beg your pardon," he looked at Aeris with the small nod of his head, "Doreah has finished with your request and would like your approval, Khaleesi," he said.

Dany nodded, "Thank-you, ser." She looked back at Aeris, "Wait here with Silver, I shall return," Dany then headed off through the tall grass.

Aeris looked at Jorah. The nervous feeling flooded through her again. She felt like it was written all over her face. So she looked back to Silver as if something in her mane was very interesting.

"Is your ride comfortable, Aeris?" he asked kindly.

Aeris nodded, "Yes. The Horde is accommodating," she responded, still not making eye contact. "I do miss the feather beds of Illyrio's…" she said wistfully.

Jorah chuckled. Aeris looked back over at the man who smiled. It was beautiful; so unlike Viserys in everyway. "Yes, well the Dothraki live to be on the move," he explained.

"How did you come to travel with them?" she asked. Aeris had a habit of asking deep questions too quickly.

Jorah still smiled, but he paused to answer her question, "The laws of Westeros put me out commission," he said simply. But before Aeris could press on further, Dany returned. She grabbed her sister's hand, "Thank-you, ser Jorah," she said again, leading her sister away.

Aeris was lead away towards Dany's tent. She glanced back at the older man who watched them go, staying next to the horse. But her attention was back at Dany at her tent when Dany smiled, "What do you think?"

Doreah held up a Dothraki vest.

"I had Doreah make it special," Dany took it from her servant girl and handed it to her sister, "Do you like it?" she asked.

Aeris smiled and nodded, "It's beautiful," she was then handed a skirt and sandals as well. "Leave us," Dany told Doreah who left the room.

"Put them on," Dany said. Aeris felt safe with her sister. But she was suddenly paralyzed when her sister asked her to take her clothes off.

Slowly, she removed her dress.

But Dany's smile faded, "Aeris, what happened?" she reached out and touched a couple finger shaped bruises on her breasts.

Aeris quickly changed into the outfit, not wanting to be naked anymore. She didn't respond.

"Who did that to you?" Dany demanded, slipping into sister-Khaleesi mode. "Who hurt you?"

"Viserys wants an heir," she said, but her voice was a hoarse whisper. She was afraid to tell anyone.

Dany's mouth hung open. She should've seen it coming but finally, her lips came together and she nodded, "The Targaryen way," she tried to be comforting, "You should be proud. You are a dragon," Dany placed her hands on her sister's shoulders. She kissed her forehead, "You are strong…"

Aeris began to cry, "I don't feel like a Dragon…" she admitted. It felt good to say it out loud.

Dany looked her in the eye again, "You are. You are here when all of Westeros would see you dead," she said. "And I am a Khaleesi…we are the most powerful women in the world," she hugged her sister again.

When she finally let go, Dany continue, "I'm sending an invitation for you and Viserys to join me for dinner tonight, we'll eat like Queens," she smiled.

Aeris found her smile again, and wiped away her tears.

"Go back to Viserys," Dany said, though Aeris could tell it was not what she wanted to say, "Have ser Jorah take you back to your tent…"

-minutes later-

"I shall return when the Khaleesi is ready to sup," he told Aeris as she reached her tent again.

"Thank-you, ser," Aeris nodded kindly.

"Jorah, please," he replied.

"Ser Jorah." Aeris replied. And then Jorah turned his back, heading in the opposite direction again.

Aeris was barely able to take two steps into the tent when Viserys got vocal.

"Where have you been?!" he turned around from strapping his sword to his hip. But he stopped as he looked her up and down, "What are you wearing?"

"They were a gift from Dany," Aeris said. But with each word she realized the hole she was in. But there was no way to talk herself out, she was wearing the evidence.

"You walk into MY tent in those Dothraki RAGS?!" he exclaimed. He stomped towards her. "You are NOT a savage WHORE!" he yelled, reaching out to rip the fabric from her skin.

Aeris yelled out in surprise, she stumbled, Viserys' force taking her to the ground, "Viserys!" She called. "Please…Dany…" but she couldn't form a sentence. His hands groped to rip whatever he could get his hands on. A few times he yanked on her hair. She yelled and fought, pushing her hands off to try and get him off of her.

"Dany is NOTHING…I am your KING!" Viserys yelled as he managed to rip her shirt off and toss it aside.

Aeris continued to yell, attempting to push him away. But when she bit his hand, he slapped her across the face with all his might. She cried out again.

But when she pushed her hands out for another time, suddenly his weight lifted off of her. When she opened her eyes, she realized there was another man in the room.

"Viserys," Jorah spoke smoothly. Aeris quickly sat up, covering herself with her arms, searching for the left over fabric.

"Leave us, Mormont!" Viserys called, looking down at his sister from over Jorah's shoulder. "This is between me and my sister!"

"Calm yourself, Viserys. The Khaleesi requested the garb for dinner this evening," he said, "Your sister was only following orders…"

"From a Dothraki whore," Viserys spat. But he took a step back, and straightened out his clothing. He stepped around Jorah who remained at point to hold the man back. Viserys merely walked to the mouth of the tent, "When I get back, those clothes are to be burned," he left the tent.

Aeris finally took a deep breath. Jorah held out a hand for her, "It's okay, Aeris," he told her. He helped her up. She was still clutching the shredded fabric over her bare breasts. But Jorah seemed to be quite the gentlemen. "I'll wait outside." His hand lingering on hers for a moment longer, he walked out of the tent, faced out and stood poised.

Aeris found her dress and unwillingly changed from the outfit that Dany gifted her. But she couldn't bring herself to put it in the fire. She hid it at the bottom of her trunk instead.

Aeris cleared her throat at the mouth of the tent and Jorah turned back to face her. Aeris straightened up, "What should I tell Dany?" she pulled at the skirt of her pale blue dress.

"Do not worry, young one. I will tell Khaleesi of what happened," he told her. The Horde milled about as fires began to light again, dinners of horse prepped for eating.

Aeris nodded. "Thank-you, ser Jorah," she said sincerely, "But I am okay now, I'm sure my sister needs you more than I do…"

"The Khaleesi is strong…she is beginning to learn her role," Jorah said with admiration. "Sometimes I feel she is stronger than I," he smiled jovially.

"She's always been stronger than me," Aeris replied in the same tone, "But Viserys stronger than both…he'll make a great King when the people rally behind him," she said.

"Do you want to be a queen, Aeris?"

The question hit her hard. She hadn't thought about it that way. But she looked to the ground, then around to see who was there- if anyone could hear.

Then she didn't have to say anything because Jorah understood. "Everything will work out, my dear," he told her. He gave a small bow, "I shall return to when the Khaleesi seeks your companionship."

"Thank-you, ser," she nodded, sad to see him go, her fingers gripping the flap of the tent.

He opened his mouth as if to correct her, but it ended in a small smile and he treaded back across the field.