A/N: SPOILERS FOR GAME OF THRONES AHOY!

You have been warned!

We get to see more perspectives here-which is a given at this point!-considering the sheer breadth of changes taking place.

Speaking of warnings, I'm not going to write if people keep harassing me. Just figured I'd toss that out there.

Look, if I'm not happy, I can't write, alright? My mood affects what I write, you know?

Yes, this is short. Yes, this is an interlude.

Sorry for that, but I'm trying me best.

*Bows humbly*

"No, no, no! I don't want or need a crown, thankyouverymuch!"

~?

Picking Up Pieces (Interlude)

Days flowed like wind.

All the while, Daenerys watched her brother.

She confessed a certain confusion whenever she saw him about camp these days. Not wariness, but...something else entirely. He hadn't been quite the same since that horse kicked him in the head; not quite...right. Not that she minded! No, no! Not at all! She found that she much rather preferred this change in Viserys. Rather than prance and preen like the ponce of a prince he'd claimed to be, her brother began to ask questions. About the Dothraki, about her, about the child swelling in her stomach.

For someone who had actively avoided her sibling's wrath for as long as she could remember, this change was as stark as it was startling.

Viseys had always had a temper. Waking the dragon, he'd called it. She'd lived in fear of it all her life. Where had that temper gone? She'd accidentally spilled food on him last evening; instead of a roaring rage, he'd only laughed and cleaned himself up. It didn't make any sense. This was her brother. Dany knew this was her brother. Not some strange Faceless Man wearing his visage. So why did she feel as though she scarcely knew him?

The next day she found him training with Ser Jorah.

If one could call it training.

"Teach me...please."

She watched from afar as he approached the weathered knight.

"Do you even know how to use a sword?" came the immediate rejoinder.

"I'm willing to learn." her brother countered. "Surely that counts for something?"

...very well, then." Jorah's admission actually seemed to surprise him. "Pick up your weapon."

Poor brother. He tried to put up a fight. Really, he did. Needless to say, he was a bruised mess inside of an hour.

Still, Daenerys watched. Quietly. Silently. Observing. Watching. Waiting, as he stubbornly scraped himself off the floor and stood.

"Again."

Jorah frowned. "You can't possibly-

The sword rose, weak, trembling, but determined. "Again!"

Despite her best efforts, despite her fear and concern, and everything the Khaleesi smiled.

A/N: We're going with the two day rule from now on; if people don't like this, it'll be gone. Simple as that. I'm tired of getting shredded for trying to entertain people.

So, in the Immortal words of Atlas...

...review, would you kindly? And of course, enjoy the previews!

(Preview)

The dragon looked at me.

I looked back, mouth agape.

Oh, no. No! Don't you dare. Do NOT-

Then it curled against my arm with a happy trill. Bugger.

"You don't really have a say in this."

...I really didn't.

R&R! =D