"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE!?" Viserys forced his way through a growing crowd of Dothraki who watched and drank to the burning tent. "WHAT HAPPENED?!" he demanded, immediately looking around for his sister.
He spotted Jorah across the crowd, speaking to a few members of the horde. If he had taken the time to understand the language of the Dothraki, Viserys would have heard that Jorah was trying to convince them to put out the fire.
"MORMONT!" he yelled, storming over to the man, "What's happened?! Where is my sister?!" he screeched, his arms flailing in emphasis.
"Your sister is safe. It was an accident. The wind carried the flames and here we are," he said, "The Dothraki will work to put it out."
Viserys was furious but he just huffed in frustration when he couldn't find anyone to blame, "Where is my sister?" he asked again.
"She is with the Khaleesi," Jorah replied, "I thought it best for her to stay there before another tent is ready," he said calmly, not letting the other mans emotions run his own.
"You don't know what's best for my sister. Go get her, Mormont. She will wait with me until our tent is ready," he looked back to the flames.
"Very well," Jorah nodded. With a small bow, he left Viserys to watch it burn.
Jorah took his time arriving at Khaleesi's tent. He knew Aeris wanted to spend time with Viserys as much as he did, "Khaleesi," he pulled the flap aside cautiously.
"Ser Jorah," Dany greeted warmly, "Come, join us," she said as her and Aeris sat in the first portion of the tent, around the small burning fire, "We're telling wonderful stories," she said enthusiastically.
Jorah smiled and nodded, "Thank-you for the invitation, but I'm afraid Viserys has requested Aeris return to him," he said, looking to the sister. Aeris' spirit fell at his words.
Dany frowned as well, "Of course," she said, her tone making it clear it was not what she wanted. "Well," she looked to her sister, "Our next stop is Vaes Dothrak, and whilst we are there you will live like a queen," she smiled, touching her sister's knee.
Aeris smiled, taking the small comfort in her sister's touch, "Of course," she leaned forward and hugged her sister out of habit. Dany readily accepted but Aeris pulled back quickly, "Sorry…Khaleesi…" she said awkwardly.
Dany smiled and touched the girl's face gently, "Never," she said, "Go, go if you must." She said, waving them away, trying to keep Aeris' spirits up.
"Thank-you, Khaleesi," Jorah parted and led Aeris from the tent.
"There was nothing I could do," Jorah said apologetically, "but Viserys believes the fire was an accident…"
"It was an accident," Aeris said, looking at the ground.
"It was the wind," Jorah filled in, "and he believes it, so do they," he motioned to the Dothraki around them.
"Do you really think I'll have freedom in Vaes Dothrak?" Aeris asked him suddenly. The knight slowed his walk, turning to face the young Targaryen, "I believe the Khal and our Khaleesi would honor you like a princess," he said surely.
"But my brother…" Aeris sighed, wishing Viserys would stop being such a thorn in her side.
"But you're brother…" Jorah echoed with a nod. "Do not despair," he started, placing a hand on her shoulder, "He will not rule you forever," he promised, "There will come a time when Viserys cannot hurt you."
Aeris believed him and it brought her hope, "He just wants to be king," she started whistfully, "but…many people wish to be King… but he says the people of the Seven Kingdoms pray for his return…is that true?"
Jorah sighed and leaned back, his hand dropping from her shoulder, "Aeris…" he started slowly, unsure of how to continue, "The people of Westeros wish for short winters and long summers, for bountiful harvests and peace," he said, "That is what they pray for…"
Aeris nodded, "I thought so," she frowned. But before she could thank Ser Jorah for his honesty, their talk was interrupted.
"Our tent has burned down and you're NO WHERE to be found!" Viserys marched up to them.
"Sorry, brother, I –" she started, facing her brother. But Viserys wasted no time in grabbing her upper arm and dragging her on, so quickly she lost her footing and he dragged her through the sand a few feet before she could find her balance again.
"Come. We have a new tent now. No need to be outside with these savages anymore," he hissed under his breath. Finally, they arrived at a new tent and Viserys let her go, "At least we'll be in a palace soon," he said, taking off his belt.
Aeris could not wait for Vaes Dothrak either, but she kept her opinion to herself, "Dany wanted me to tell you that she hopes that you are well," she said kindly.
Viserys scoffed, "Do I have my Kingdom yet? She knows I am not well, the little slut," he muttered.
There he went again, insulting her sister.
"I'm sure she will be able to give you your army once the horde has reached their home. It's almost time, Viserys, just as you've always said."
He looked over at her and for once the first thing out of his mouth was not an insult or a complaint, "I will be King soon and you Queen…Aeris…are you ready to be Queen?..."
No.
"Yes, Viserys, I am."