"She's pregnant!" Viserys roared, kicking a seat over into the dirt, "That whore is PREGNANT!" he repeated, as if the camp hadn't heard him the first time.
"She's wedded to the Khal…" Aeris spoke as she wove a small piece of clothing for a cloth doll she was working on, "It was bound to happen…"
"Not YET…..I was supposed to have MY ARMY before Khal received anything more than Daenerys…we had a deal," he mumbled at the end, removing his riding gloves.
Aeris sighed and set aside her small project, "I'm sorry, Viserys," she folded her hands in her lap, "But, as our sister…"
"She is not our sister anymore…she is a Dothraki Horselord's slut…" he explained surely. Aeris frowned. Dany was her sister, no matter what Viserys said. "Why do you talk about her that way?"
Viserys raised a brow at her, "I speak the truth…" he approached his youngest sister, he reached out and touched her soft cheek, "The Seven Kingdoms are crying out for their true King… and they will not allow their king to come from a Dothraki horde…" he assured himself.
Aeris reached up and touched his hand, "Whomever the Seven Kingdoms want as their true King have no bearing on whether Dany is ours or not…" she said.
Viserys' hand gently fell from her cheek, down to her throat, where he began to squeeze, "It has everything to do with her!" he said, accentuating every syllable with a slight tightening of his grip.
Aeris stayed very still, attempting not to show her emotions on her face, "Please…" she said breathlessly.
Another long moment passed before Viserys let go. "What is this?" he picked up the doll she'd begun to make. Aeris reached out so he wouldn't hurt it, "A doll…" she said obviously.
"You don't play with dolls," he laughed, his eyes now slits as he looked at her.
"It's not for me…" Aeris replied. "Besides, there's nothing to do here when the days are long…and it's the only thing I know how to make…" she said sheepishly.
"Yes…" Viserys said disapprovingly, "But none of that will matter when I'm king," he dropped the doll down on the ground, causing her to pick it from the dirt and brush it off.
When I'm King… Aeris had heard the phrase but too many times. "Why do you even want the Seven Kingdoms now anyway? We haven't seen them…the others are destroying themselves… "Aeris spoke candidly.
Viserys looked at her incredulously, "Because they are mine….The Red Keep…The Iron Throne…" he approached her again, "What did I do to deserve a sister like you? Insolent…doubtful…useless!" he grabbed the doll from her hand and tossed it into the fire.
"Viserys…I only meant…" Aeris stood up to walk to the water basin, but he took a hold of her hair, "Do not walk away while I am talking to you," his lips hissed in her ear. He reached around her front and put a firm hand on her breast, "How is it that Dany is greater than you? Her duty…she's even with child…when I need you to be…"
"Viserys…I'm sorry…I can't…"
"You cannot…" he stated, his other hand falling to below her bellybutton, "You are an insolent little girl, Aeris…" he then pushed her forward and she stumbled, falling face first onto the ground.
"Stay there…" he ordered. Aeris shifted but she did not move to push herself up.
Viserys then stepped over her, "Do not move," he left the tent. Aeris waited a few minutes, but Viserys did not return. She shifted again, placing her arms under her face as a few tears fell from her eyes.
"Aeris?" a voice called some time later. Aeris looked to see Jorah at the mouth of the tent. He looked down at her, "What are you doing down there, girl?" he asked.
"Nothing," Aeris was embarrassed. She sat up and brushed herself off. "Just sick of the bed…that's all…"
Jorah nodded, his eyes remaining suspicious, "When we are on the move again tomorrow, the Khaleesi would request that you ride beside her," he said.
Aeris nodded, "I would like that," she smiled. "Thank-you, ser."
Jorah bowed slightly. But he hesitated before leaving, "Aeris…your brother cannot hurt you, and by Dothraki law when we reach Vaes Dothrak…"
But Aeris shook her head, "He's not hurting me….thank-you for your concern…" she trailed off. "But…you should be gone before Viserys returns…"
Jorah hesitated but left the tent.
Aeris looked back to the place on the ground where she'd fallen. Her eyes brimmed with tears. She didn't want to go back down. And before she could control herself, she kicked the firepit over, the iron crashing into the dirt. The fire leapt across the ground, some dwindling out in the dirt, but the others caught onto the fine fabric that lined the tent…and before too long, the entire tent was in flames.