Aeris did not want to see her brother again, although she would never admit it aloud. She desperately wanted to reach Vaes Dothrak and live happily beside her sister and the Khal's people. The Dothraki were still a frightening people but the more she stayed with them, the more she understood and the less she was afraid.
Vaes Dothrak was beautiful. As they rode inside, Aeris marveled at the complex simplicity of the Dothraki's home. She also mused; it was rather different because no weapons were allowed inside, a custom she had never experienced before. She kind of loved it.
She had little idea where her brother was. Did Vaes Dothrak have a prison? Could Dany truly imprison him? Or worse? She never imagined Viserys could be punished for anything, it was quite jarring and confusing.
As they all dismounted, Ser Jorah remaining close to her as Dany had ordered, Aeris made an observation. Her dear, sweet sister; the sister who had been married off to a Khal, who had come to learn her new people's language and become a respected leader next to her Khal, had also never been to Vaes Dothrak before. Her darling, pregnant Khaleesi sister seemed quietly in awe too and that brought comfort to Aeris.
Habitually, Aeris began to follow her sister but suddenly, a hand gripped her arm. She froze, gasping in fear. Only one person ever grabbed her. But, wasn't he prisoner?
"I did not mean to frighten you," Jorah said gently. Aeris turned on her heel, letting out a small breath of relief.
"It's okay," Aeri said with a small, relieved smile.
"You should wait for your sister's invitation. The Khal will now show the Khaleesi her new kingdom and I am afraid that is a private matter," he explained.
Aeris glanced back. She wanted desperately to be with her sister. She wanted to know Viserys' fate but she felt safe with Ser Jorah and she supposed waiting for her sister to see her new home would be all right, "You are right, thank you Ser Jorah," she answered when she returned to look at the old knight.
Jorah smiled, "But I will not leave your side as the Khaleesi ordered and I would be happy to show you where you will be staying," he cordially offered her his arm.
"You mean where Viserys and I will be staying?" she asked quietly, placing her arm through his.
Jorah took pause.
"Why don't we save that conversation for when your sister is ready for you?" he suggested, leading Aeris onward.
They arrived at a small room and Aeris noted in her head that Viserys would not be happy with the size or state of the room. It is not a room fit for a King she could hear his displeased voice in her head already.
When they stepped into the room Aeris realized she had not experienced this kind of privacy since her family stayed with Illyrio. She was never truly alone, mind you, but with thick walls that did not move and a door that would close if she wished, it was a strange experience.
"Aeris, are you crying?" Jorah asked carefully, shaking Aeris from her thoughts.
Aeris lifted her hand to her cheek and realized it was stained with her tears. She quickly wiped them away; crying will not be tolerated. "I'm sorry," she apologized quickly.
Jorah sighed gently. He knew why she would apologize for something so natural and innocent, "There is not need to apologize, young Aeris," he said sincerely, "I only want to know that you are well."
"Yes," Aeris nodded with a smile.
Jorah smiled as well, "Good." He opened his mouth to speak again but was interrupted when a Dothraki member appeared in the doorway, sayings something quickly in the foreign tongue. Jorah glanced back at Aeris before responded. A moment later Jorah nodded and the man disappeared.
"It appears I am needed," Jorah said, although he clearly did not want to leave. "I would advise you to stay here until I can return," he said gently.
Aeris nodded. She loved her new palace, the room to herself. Why would she want to leave so quickly?
Jorah stepped forward and planted a gentle kiss on the top of her head, "You are safe now, Aeris." He told he before quickly stepping from the room and out of sight.
Aeris was rooted. The top of her head tingled gently, the aftereffects of true, gentle affection were foreign but welcome. She smiled and to her own surprise a small laugh escaped her lips. It had been such a long time since she swelled with happiness and pleasure, it was welcome.