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It was rare for Peter to eat dinner with Dany anymore.
For almost two months now she and her brother have been invited to meals hosted by Lord Illyrio, and attended only by them, while Peter more often then not had his meals in his room. At first Peter was annoyed that he was being seemingly forgotten and briefly considered that it was a sign that his time with the Targaryen's, Dany specifically, was coming to an end and the order for him to either leave or be removed from Illyrio's estate would come sooner then he'd like. But after the first week, Dany would arrive at his room later in the evening, usually with a small plate or bowl of whatever she hadn't eaten at dinner for them to share.
Whatever transpired at those dinners she and her brother were a part of has never been revealed, Dany had been surprisingly tightlipped about the details, but her assurances that he wasn't going to be 'asked' to leave satisfied him enough for him to drop the subject... for now. So, when Peter was preparing to ask one of Illyrio's servants to bring him dinner for the evening while he continued on his project of interweaving metal into the Magister's ships, another servant had appeared and informed him that he had been invited to supper at one of the various terraces of Illyrio's estate that overlooked the harbor, the Narrow Sea and the city of Pentos below.
Curious, excited and nervous, Peter let the servant escort him to the terrace reserved for the evening, a small platform surrounded by statues of unknown gods, former rulers and other mythological characters of Essos, and found himself greeted to the sight of Dany standing beside a black marble table, dressed in a beautiful black gown with a equally black sheer shawl over that, her hair combed and damp from a recent bath, and her feet bare. On her hands, Peter could make out several small, thin rings while her face was lightly touched by some sort of makeup, allowing her violet colored eyes to stand out even more so in the candle light.
To say he felt underdressed in a simple pair of brown trousers, a white tunic, and boots was putting mildly.
'Hmm, maybe I should've washed up a little before coming.' Peter thought as he blinked owlishly at Dany before he cleared his throat and nodded towards the table "I take it you want to have dinner here tonight?"
"No, I simply wished to have you brought here so you could see where I shall feast for the evening before sending you on your way." Dany giggled as she beckoned him towards the table.
"I wouldn't put it pass you, you royals are all the same." Peter said as he looked around the terrace for signs of Viserys "Speaking of royal... where's your brother?"
"He won't be joining us tonight." Dany said with a strained smile "Doreah is... seeing to him. I doubt he'll have much energy to do much else but sleep tonight."
"Ah..." Peter said with a faint bit of red creeping it's way on to his cheeks "Err, good for him."
Though a part of him pitied Doreah, to have to satisfy Viserys must've been like trying to climb the Wall naked and covered in oil in the dead of night.
Dany giggled at Peter's remark as she took her seat and patted the one beside her "Indeed. Now, come and dine with me."
"Just us?" Peter asked with a puzzled expression as he made his way to the table and slid into the seat beside Dany's "Why isn't Lord Illyrio here at least?"
"Entertaining some guest that's arrived recently, at least that was what I was told by a servant he sent earlier." Dany shrugged as she scooted closer to Peter as a few of the kitchen staff began brining out platters of food for them to dine on for the evening.
Dany felt her mouth water at the sight of some of the palettes, steamed seasoned fish, bowls of grapes, apples and oranges, mixed salads, freshly baked bread and several bottles of wine. Since she, Peter and her brother have been guests of Lord Illyrio, their meals never left them wanting, but as of late it seemed the magister had been going out of his way to treat and fatten Dany and her family. She supposed the man was spoiling her specifically given that soon, such meals will be rare if not outright forgotten once she's married to Khal Drogo.
The Dothraki aren't known for lavish feasts compared to the more civilized world.
"Aww, no cheese..." Peter pouted when he saw there wasn't any cheese prepared for the meal, cheese always went great with the wine and thin slices of meat and crackers Lord Illyrio would always have whenever he dined with the Targaryens.
"Pity." Dany giggled as she took a grape from a bowl set down beside her and plopped the small green colored fruit into her mouth, savoring the taste as the servants bowed to her and Peter and retreated back through the entryway towards the kitchens.
"So what is the occasion?" Peter asked as he began to reach out for differing fruits and meats to place on his plate "I mean, all this, seems a bit much when we usually just sit in my room and snack on whatever it is you brought back from your meals with Illyrio and Viserys."
"Perhaps I simply felt that tonight should be more then just you and me sitting on your bed, feasting on cold bread and wine then listen to you complain about having to clean your bed of crumbs." Dany said with a shrug as she made sure to keep the steamed fish for herself, Peter could have whatever pork, chicken or goat was prepared for them.
"And you dressed like that because?" Peter glanced down at Dany's attire and felt his heart skip a beat when he saw that the black gown was far thinner then he realized and he could just make out the shadow of her breasts.
A small grin grew on Dany's face as she stared at Peter from the corner of her eye "Do I need a reason to dress as I wish?"
"Err, w-w-well no, it's just uh, it's just I don't see you dressed l-like that outside of the parties Illyrio hosts is all." Peter said with a cough as he turned his attention to his food and tried to ignore the butterflies in his stomach and the heating of his face.
He was probably redder then a tomato now.
"Do you want to see me dressed like this more often?" Dany teased as she leaned close and bumped her shoulder against Peter's.
"I am not answering that!" Peter said as he snatched a cup of wine and downed the surprisingly bitter liquid in a single gulp.
"Ah, not until you've mustered up some liquid courage I see." Dany chuckled as she watched Peter let out a cough after downing his drink "And now?"
"Still not answering." Peter said as he wiped away some excess wine from his lips and scowled at the cup he just drank from 'Who in the Seven hells thought bitter wine was good for dinner? Hell, who thought it was a thing that needed to be made in the first place?'
People had such odd tastes.
"I'm waiting Peter..." Dany said as she stared at Peter with an expectant expression on her face "Do you wish to see me dress more like this... or not?"
Peter could practically feel the sweat forming on his brow as he trued best to not squirm under those piercing violet eyes. Seeking something to distract his nerves, he reached for a bottle of wine and quickly poured it's contents into his cup and took a generous sip from it.
"It's... you look lovely." he said after he drank most of the contents of his cup.
"Peter." Dany said, her smile gone and a more serious expression adorning her face as she turned in her seat towards him "Do you want to see me dressed like this more or not? I know I look lovely, Doreah, you and every single servant, guard and minor lord I passed on the way here said as much. What I need to hear you say is 'Yes' or 'No' in wanting to see me dress like this more often."
"What's it matter?" Peter asked as he turned towards Dany with a frown, his earlier feelings of nervousness quickly being replaced with confusion.
Dany's never really asked for his opinion on what she should wear before, mainly because Peter's opinion in terms of clothing was the absolute thing anyone should ask for. He didn't know fashion nor did he care for it, Dany meanwhile had a small army of servants who were not only qualified in making such remarks, but ensured she'd always have the finest gowns, dresses and other assorted garments to wear. So to ask him if she should wear a certain dress or something more often was like asking a blindman for directions.
"Well?" Dany asked as she continued to stare Peter down.
"Okay, fine yes, I want see you dressed like this more often." Peter said in exasperation "There, happy?"
Dany's eyes narrowed slightly as she scowled at Peter before closing her eyes and exhaling through her nose as she returned to her food "For now, it'll suffice."
"Gods be good woman..." Peter rolled his eyes at Dany as he returned his attention to his own meal.
If this was the sort of thin that happened at all those dinners she and her brother were privy to, Peter thanked the Old and New Gods he wasn't invited.
...
Silver Sablinova was a beautiful woman, perhaps the most beautiful woman in the known world, Illyrio would argue.
She wasn't terribly tall, perhaps a few inches taller then the Targaryen girl he was housing, but she was far more developed compared to the young maiden on the cusp of womanhood, her dress, a light grey tokar, showed a perfect figure consisting of womanly curves and hard muscle. Her hair was the color of pure silver, unlike the silvery gold of most who were of Valyrian blood and likely the reason for her name, reached down towards her the middle of her back with the very tips being almost white in color.
Her heeled sandals cracked across the stone floor of Illyrio's study as she paced before a large table displaying the map of Westeros, brightly illuminated by various candles resting in sold gold lanterns and candlesticks.
"You have done well for yourself, magister Illyrio." Silver stated, her High Valyrian perfect, without a hint of an accent heard even by Illyrio's trained ears.
"Thank you, my lady." Illyrio responded in the bastard Valyrian spoken throughout the Free Cities, his own High Valyrian's vocabulary was limited and he'd rather not risk offending the Lady Silver by speaking it, especially when he often spoke it with a heavy Pentoshi accent "And might I say it truly is an honor to host you here, in my city-"
"Spare me the pleasantries magister, I've no time nor care for them." Silver said as she traced a finger along the edge of Illyrio's table.
"I understand, my lady, but I'm afraid years or social protocol might make that a bit... ah, difficult for me." Illyrio admitted.
"Very well..." Silver muttered as she stared at the map of Westeros, her gaze lingering on the North, on Winterfell.
Illyrio watched as the woman's light blue eyes seemed to burn with a frozen rage that put the freezing snows and ice of the north to shame in it's chilliness before it was torn away from the map and now aimed at the magister.
The man had to resist the urge to flinch as the cold rage within remained.
"This boy you wish to marry me to, this Viserys Targaryen, what can you tell me of him? I would assume there's more to him then him being the 'Beggar King' and the latest jest for the Free Cities to laugh over." Silver said.
"That is rather... unfair, to label him as such. The Golden Company was truly quite uncouth for spreading such a derogative moniker." Illyrio chuckled nervously as he clasped his hands together to keep them from shaking "He's... well he can be difficult at times, but his ambition is as great as his ancestor's, I have no doubt of that. Though he could use a lesson or two in diplomacy. W-Which I am teaching him, my lady, fret naught."
"And you think that would make a good match for me?" Silver demanded, her tone growing darker and colder as she slowly stepped around the table so that it was no longer between her and Illyrio "I've heard he's cruel, a vicious snake no better then his father. I've also heard he's touched in the head in the same way his father was, the only difference being instead of burning people, he likes to beat them. I bet it gets his little prick hard when he's inflicting pain on others."
Illyrio winced at this, and silently cursed his men from being unable to silence any rumors of the boy's... short comings. It was Viserys that made finding a suitable husband for Daenerys such a difficult task in the first place. There was no shortage of men throughout Essos with armies that would gladly take the young Targaryen beauty to wife, but very few of them would be willing to put up with her brother. Attempting to separate the two was next to impossible, Viserys would never allow his sister out of his sight or away from him for too long. Not out of brotherly affection for his sibling, but because the boy was sharp enough to know that his sister would make a great bargaining chip in his bid to raise an army to use in retaking his family's throne.
And Daenerys, sadly, would not wish to be away from her brother because of her continued albeit misplaced affection to the unstable lad, no matter how often he's hurt her or her friend.
Another, though admittedly easier headache to deal with.
"That is... well I can't deny the boy does have a bit of a mean streak in him, my lady." Illyrio said with a sigh "However, I assure you, his temperament has improved greatly these past few weeks."
"Wonderful, so instead of lashing out everyday, it's every other day?" Silver said with a scoff as she leaned against the table and crossed her arms beneath her breasts.
A fool of a man would assume the woman did it as either an unconscious action to use her natural beauty in attempt to sway him, or an intentional and deliberate act to seduce and manipulate. Illyrio believed she did it so that she'll be able to quickly and more discreetly draw one of the daggers he spied secured to her side, just below the swell of her breast, in the event she decides that perhaps blood needed to be spilled.
It wouldn't be the first time Silver Sablinova has killed a man powerful as the Magister of Pentos, in his own home, filled with his personal guard.
"I will... stress the gravity of such an action, my lady, and see to it that he knows to never think of doing such a thing." Illyrio stated.
Silver snorted at this as she allowed her arms to fall from her chest, allowing Illyrio to breath a sigh of relief as the last member of house Sablinova stepped away from the table.
"The girl, his sister, Daenerys? What is she like?" Silver inquired.
"A quiet girl." Illyrio answered with a small shrug "She has a passion for the arts, music and stories in particular."
"Is she beautiful?" Silver asked, an unreadable expression on her face.
"Yes... she is." Illyrio nodded slowly, curious as to where the Lady Silver was going with this "I dare say there hasn't been a beauty such as her in House Targaryen since Shiera Seastar."
"And have her and her brother followed tradition and bedded one another?" Silver asked, her head tilting slightly to the side "I have no intentions of being the boy's passing fancy if that's the case."
"No, they have not taken one another to bed, my lady. Viserys sees his sister as nothing more then a tool to use to gain power and an army to one day retake the Iron Throne." Illyrio revealed with a thoughtful look on his face "I have seen him watching her, of course, but I've made doubly sure any desire he has for her is properly vented through the use of a few women I've pur-... received from Lys."
"The Khal your planning to give her to will like to know she's untouched." Silver said with a grim chuckle "They so do love virgins."
"That is my hope." Illyrio agreed.
"And the lad that I've heard that's with them? What of him? What's he to them? A servant? Slave? Loyalist?" Silver asked.
"Peter?" Illyrio said with a amused chuckle before he waved the boy off "No one of note, a former slave they found when they traveled through Tyrosh some years back. The poor girl, Daenerys, pitted the half starved boy and somehow convinced her brother to bring him along with them. He's smart, I will give him that, but he at times lets his mouth run wild. Viserys has grown to detest him, I can only imagine why, and poor Daenerys I fear would completely fall apart without him. I dare say he's the only reason she's not even more meek and submissive to her brother then she already is. More often then not, she's standing up for him against her brother."
Silver hummed at this "I see."
The two stood there in silence for a moment before Silver suddenly turned to leave.
"I will give the 'Beggar King' until we reach Vaes Dothrak to impress me. If he does, he will have a wife out of me and I will do my part to ensure his house will continue through me." Silver said as she made her way to the door of Illyrio's study only to stop and look back at the magister with a cold frozen fury burning in her eyes "If he does not, I will more then likely end up killing him, and after I'm done with him, I'll come back here and make you rue the day your mother shat you out from between her legs for wasting my time."
Illyrio paled at this "I understand, my lady."
"Good, sleep well magister Illyrio." Silver said, her chilling and dark demeanor gone and replaced with a far more pleasant and serene expression "I look forward to the Targaryen girl's wedding, though I hope to speak with her and her brother prior. A Dothraki wedding leaves little room to truly converse before people begin dying and the horse fuckers begin fucking."
"If you wish, I can have you meet her when we break fast tomorrow, before Khal Drogo arrives." Illyrio offered.
"That would be fine." Silver nodded once at this before she turned and departed from the room, allowing Illyrio to breath a sigh of relief.
The Sablinova woman certainly lived up to her reputation of being a hard and chilling woman, though he supposed it was to be expected. After all, the last remaining member of a once great Valyrian house, forced to watch as her father was cut down in front of her by rebels, denied a warrior's death and instead exiled to Essos where she was sold off to a brothel to be raped daily for several years only to be again taken by a roving Khalasar who continued the young woman's torment until she was left for dead would leave even the most steadfast and virtuous of Goddesses bitter and resentful.
Illyrio couldn't help but wonder how long Viserys would last before he pushed the deadly woman too far and found his head separated from his body...
And how long until she came for HIS head for introducing her to such a man.
'Varys, I hope you know what your doing.' Illyrio thought with a shake of his head before he left his study as well.
...
Dinner had not gone the way that Daenerys had hoped in the end.
The meal was lovely, she and Peter had an excellent view of Pentos and the night sky, the food was delicious and the wine was so sweet to her that she almost overindulged. But her attempts to rouse a genuine interest in her from Peter was a colossal failure bigger then the Titan of Braavos. She supposed she may have pushed too hard in asking if he'd like to see her dress as she was, perhaps state her intentions to take him as a secret lover before and while married to her soon to be bastard of a Khal, but her irritation at his lack of a confident answer had soured her mood a bit and left him weary of any further attempts at peeking his interest.
*SIGH* 'Perhaps I should've heeded Doreah's advise and simply taken him to my chambers and make my feelings for him known and go from there.' Danerys thought with a shake of her head as she turned a page in her book while she laid in her bed, garbed in a thin white nightgown.
Of course it was dangerous for her to seduce her friend, if Viserys and magister Illyrio knew, they, or at least her brother, would have Peter killed without a second thought. And if Peter claimed her maidenhood and she didn't bleed for when her soon to be husband, Khal Drogo took her, he'll realize that she's no longer a virgin and likely kill her out of anger and some twisted sense of betrayal. Which of course would then lead to Viserys killing Peter assuming he isn't killed by the Dothraki for giving them a spoiled woman for their Khal.
Of course, the threat of death would still hang of the both of them if she did take Peter on as a lover behind Drogo's back. She could simply wait until the army is Viserys and the Seven Kingdoms and the Iron Throne are retaken, but that could take years, and by that point it was likely Peter will be dead, again because of her brother by then or she dies birthing one of Drogo's children he squirted into her belly.
'We could just leave... everything, all of it behind and go somewhere far away. Somewhere the Usurpers assassins or my brother will never find us.' Daenerys thought with a saddened expression.
But she doubted they'd make it far before they were found by either of them, and killed.
'Gods damn it all.' Dany thought with a frustrated huff as she turned another page of her book, not really reading so much as staring at the words on the paper.
Just as she was about to set her book aside and try to find sleep, she heard the sound of someone running outside her chamber's door. Frowning, Daenerys made to leave her bed and see what the commotion was before the door opened slightly and Peter suddenly slipped in and closed it behind him.
"Peter?!" Daenerys said with surprise as Peter brought a finger up to his lips and leaned against the door.
A moment of silence passed as Peter held his ear o the door, listening for who or what, Dany had no idea, before he sighed "Thanks the gods..."
"Is everything fine?" Dany asked with a concerned look.
"Wha- oh, uh, yes, everything's fine... just fine." Peter said as he cleared his throat and quickly stepped away from the door and made his way to the edge of Dany's bed and sat with a exasperated sigh "Yes... fine."
He was still dressed as he was earlier, though his tunic had a small tear along the collar.
"You seem far from it." Dany furrowed her brow as she set her book aside and rested her hands on her lap "You look like you've seen the Stranger himself."
"Well... I just ran into Doreah, so your not too far off I think." Peter said with a shiver "It seems that your brother hadn't... exhausted her either, and she was looking for more. Found her lounging on my bed when I returned to my room. Naked... and a bit drunk. Well really drunk actually, she was drinking straight from a bottle, which I personally think a bit crude, especially since she was spilling a great deal of it on my bed sheets and staining them."
"What a lovely sight she must've made." Dany said with a unimpressed look on her face.
She's not surprised that Doreah has tried to lay with her friend, this would make it the third time this month, but Dany was beginning to grow annoyed by her handmaiden's increasingly bold and brazen behavior. The former pleasure slave knew of Dany's feelings for Peter and rather then try to assist her in truly earning Peter's affections, she sees fit to try and seduce the man herself. Of course Doreah has assured her multiple times that she has no real interest in Peter and simply loves to tease the young man, but her teasing is likely creating conflict in Peter's mind and maybe even his heart!
"I asked her to kindly leave, but she seemed adamant I 'finish what the dragon started' and uh... she uh... well." Peter coughed as his face heated up and he avoided Dany's gaze while gesturing to the tear in his tunic "I decided to leave before Viserys found her in there with me and saw the state she was in. Granted he's likely to still not finding her in my room like that, but at least I can say I didn't indulge."
"Did you... did you want to indulge?" Dany asked as she reached out and took Peter's hand into her own and stroked the back of his palm with her thumb.
Peter snorted at this "After she spent who knows how many hours doing Gods knows what with your brother? No, I'd rather not risk tasting him on her lips or... or anywhere else really."
Dany's smile twitched at this as she flipped Peter's hand over and began to trace his palm with her fingers "What if she hadn't been laying with my brother? Would you still want her?"
Peter's brow furrowed at this "Uhh, is this a test? This feels decidedly like a test of some kind and no matter which way I answer, I'll fail somehow."
"You fail if you don't give me an answer." Dany said with a sigh "Would you lay with her if she hadn't taken my brother to bed prior?"
"No, I wouldn't." Peter said with a shake of his head.
"Why?" she asked.
"Maybe I don't fancy her in the way she seems to fancy me." Peter shrugged as he turned his attention to Dany's door "I mean, she's beautiful, don't get me wrong, and she's kind to you, which I appreciate, but..."
"But you prefer my brother." Dany said in a solemn tone, casuing Peter's eyes to widen to the point she was half surprised they didn't pop out of his sockets.
"WHAT?!" he all but shrieked, casuing Dany to giggle "No! Not even remotely true! I'd sooner stick my cock into a jar of glass and nails."
"If not my brother, then who?" Dany asked.
"Y-... someone that's not him, I assure you." Peter said as he turned his gaze away from Dany's and settled it on some unspecific point of her wall.
"I see..." Dany said, her eyes narrowed at the near slip up.
She may never get another chance after her marriage to Drogo begins, so with a deep breath, Daenerys took Peters hand and brought it up towards her breast, stopping only for a moment to pull her gown roughly to the side, ripping the fabric and exposing one of her tits, the nipple already erect, and placed Peter's hand upon it.
"W-What are-!" Peter began as he tried to stand up and pull his hand away from Dany's chest but the Targaryen beauty reached out and placed a free hand on his shoulder, keeping him seated as she stared into his eyes.
"I want you." she said plainly, kicking her covers to the side and brought her legs up, casuing the lower half of her nightgown to fall back towards her waist and expose more of her legs and more if Peter dared to stare any longer.
"Dany, we really can't-" Peter began as he made to stand when Dany suddenly lunged forward and caught his lips with her own... or rather, tried to.
Instead, she smacked her head against Peter's, casuing both to yelp in pain and for them to clutch their heads.
"AGH! What in seven hells woman?!" Peter groaned as he held his head as pain raced across his skull.
"UGH, sorry..." Dany moaned as she hesitantly touched her now sore forehead and winced at a sting of pain emanating from it "I was trying to kiss you."
"Well if that's the case, remind me to wear a full plated helmet next time." Peter said as he rubbed the spot Dany's forehead collided with his "Ow..."
"Why'd you move your head?" Dany scowled.
"Because I didn't know what you were about to do when you lunged at me and didn't want to risk you hitting me in the face!" Peter said as he pointed to the mark Dany's forehead left on his "This would've been my nose!"
"No, it would've been your lips!" Dany snapped with a huff.
"Oh great, a bloodied lip instead of a headache, so much better." Peter said with a roll of his eyes.
"I'll bloody your lip if you don't be quiet and let me kiss you!" Dany declared with a glare.
Peter scowled at the Targaryen woman "You know Dany, you can be offly mean when you don't get your wa-"
Suddenly something or rather someone banged against Dany's door, casuing her and Peter to jump as it was suddenly pushed open with enough force to cause it to bounce off against the wall. There, standing in the entryway was Viserys with a noticeable sway to his stance, his face lightly colored and his eyes bloodshot and blurry.
'Ohh this is not good...' Peter thought with dread while Dany's face paled considerably.
"Ah, am I... am I interrupting something?" Viserys asked with a slur to his speech as he stepped into the room and gave it a brief once over before his gaze settled on Peter and Dany.
"N-No, not at all." Dany said as she quickly stood up from the bed, her voice quivering slightly as she stared into her brother's eyes while she adjusted her gown, rather difficult to do given the collar portion of it was now torn down to her chest.
She had hoped that Viserys would be asleep by now after Doreah had laid with him, but there was no mistaking that growing rage she saw in his eyes as they settled on the torn fabric of her gown and the torn collar of Peter's tunic. Daenerys would have to tread carefully and hope Peter didn't say anything that would set him off, when the Dragon was awoken, Viserys was far more cruel to both of them.
And with him being obviously drunk, his cruelty would only be worse for the both of them.
"Brother, I-" Dany began before she was cut off by a single look from Viserys, his eyes burning with white hot rage.
"One word." he hissed quietly, causing her to shiver in dread "One word, and I swear to the Gods, Old and New, you'll never be able to talk again after I snap your jaw in half."
Dany flinched at this while Peter waged a silent war with himself to keep silent, he knew one word from him would set Viserys off. The best he could was just let Viserys rage and vent for a few minutes, let him slap Peter a few times if he was feeling so inclined and he'll saunter off to sleep off whatever wine he drank. Either that or until some of Illyrio's guards came to investigate the disturbance Viserys was creating and drag the drunk king in exile away.
"Dany, do you... do you know what tomorrow is?" Viserys asked as he swayed slightly from side to side "Who is visiting tomorrow to see your worth?"
"I do..." Daenerys whispered sadly while Peter carefully looked back and forth between the two Targaryen siblings, confused as to who they were referring to.
"That's right sweet sister, your husband to be, Khal Drogo!" Viserys shouted, casuing Peter and Dany to flinch as he nearly fell on his rear before he caught himself and took several deep breaths. When the man's balance was stable, his gaze found it's way back towards the two in front of him, his lips curled into a snarl "So why are YOU trying to FUCK HIM?!"
Peter tensed as Viserys pointed towards him while Dany seemed to be on the verge of tears.
"I-I-I was-" she began before Viserys cut her off with a swipe of his arm through the air.
"DON'T LIE TO ME!" he shouted as his breathing grew more labored, his eyes darting between the pair before they rested on Peter and grew dark "You think that YOU, have a right to my sister's cunt, Parker? You think that you have ANY RIGHT to someone of higher station and birth, then YOU!?"!"
Viserys yelled as he stomped towards the two, casuing Peter to leap to his feet and place himself firmly between Dany and her brother, his hands up in an attempt to calm the enraged Targaryen.
"Viserys just cal-" Peter began before he was suddenly cut off by a punch to his face, snapping his head to the side and casuing him to almost stumble back into Dany.
"PETER!" Dany cried in alarm as her brother suddenly tackled her friend to the ground and began to punch him repeatedly in the face. She turned towards the the door to her room and saw it was still open "HELP! SOMEONE HELP!"
Peter meanwhile was trying to bring his arms up to protect his face from Viserys' blows, but the Targaryen's arms and fists were moving in a blur, too fast for Peter to properly see them. Thankfully, half of Viserys' punches were met with the floor on either side of Peter's head, but the pain seemed to only enrage the Targaryen even further in and cause him to grab Peter by the neck with both of his hands and start to squeeze.
Peter let out a startled, choke, gasp as his hands flew to Viserys' wrists while Dany grabbed her brother by the shoulders and started to pull.
"VISERYS! PLEASE STOP!" Dany cried as she tried to pull her brother off Peter "GUARDS! HELP!"
Viserys snarled and shrugged her off as he continued to press down with all of his weight on Peter's neck while his grip tightened. Peter, his face turning from red to purple, his eyes watering, desperately tried to pry Viserys hands off his throat, pinching, scratching, trying to wiggle his fingers in-between his neck and Viserys own fingers so he could try and twist them enough to force the older man to let go. When that didn't work, Peter began twisting and turning his body in attempt to dislodge Viserys' place on top of him in the hopes he'll be able to free himself from the older boy's grip, but Viserys responded with a yell as he lifted Peter's upper body and slammed it back into the ground, casuing the back of Peter's head to bounce off the floor and for his body to go limp.
"Peter!" Dany cried as she tried to push her brother off her friend before Viserys suddenly turned and seized her by the throat, casuing her to let out a choked cough as she tried to pry her brother's hands off her neck.
"You fucking little whore!" Viserys snarled as he stood up, his grip on his sister's neck tightening before he pushed her back and slammed her into the wall.
"V-V-V-" Dany tried to say her brother's name, but his grip on her neck cut off any words or air from traveling through her throat.
Viserys stared at her reddening face with a morbid look of fascination before he suddenly released her, casuing Dany to fall to her knees with a series of coughs as her hands flew to her now red neck.
"I knew I should've had him sent away after we came here!" Viserys muttered as he ran a hand through his hair, his eyes wide with both fear and anger "I knew it! I knew that fucking dog would try to fuck you!"
As her brother continued his mad muttering, Dany glanced towards her beloved friend with fear in her eyes and made to crawl towards him before she was suddenly grabbed by her shoulders and lifted back up and slammed into the wall a second time. Dany cried out as her head hit the wall while Viserys hissed at her, his fingers digging into her shoulders like claws.
"After everything I've done for YOU! After all I've sacrificed!" Viserys yelled, tears streaming down his face as he kept Dany pinned between himself and the wall, his face red with rage "THIS IS HOW YOU SHOW YOUR GRATITUDE?! By ruining OUR chances of going HOME? Of reclaiming what was STOLEN FROM US?!"
"B-B-Brother please!" Dany cried "Please s-stop!"
"Stop...?" Viserys said slowly, his grip loosening slightly as he stared into the tear stained eyes of his sister before he suddenly forced her to turn around and pressed her front against the wall. He then leaned in closer, his wine stained breath blowing into Dany's face as one hand lowered and roughly grabbed her rear, casuing her to whimper "Why stop now sister? You seem eager to wanna fuck tonight! Would you deny your own brother, your KING?!"
"HELP!' Dany shouted, praying to all the Gods known and unknown that someone would finally-
Suddenly four of Illyrio's guards raced into the room and towards Dany and her brother. Viserys let out a startled yelp as he was suddenly torn away from his sister by three of the guards and the fourth caught Dany before she fell to the floor. Magister Illyrio entered the room not long after with two more guards while Viserys snarled and hissed at the three men holding him before he noticed the Pentoshi merchant lord.
"Illyrio, what's the meaning of this!" the young King yelled.
"Apologies, your grace." Illyrio said with a regrettable bow before he rose and took in the situation.
Peter, lying still on the floor with his nose and mouth bleeding and Daenerys, her neck and upper arms and shoulders red and crying, and Viserys, obviously drunk and raging with a fire that could put a Dragon's to shame. The Pentoshi merchant sent a silent prayer to the Gods that Lady Silver had retired for the evening and was a heavy sleeper, if she were to witness this scene, he had no doubt his head would be on the floor at this exact moment.
'Though I'm sure some of her guards will have heard this and report to her when she awakens come the morrow.' Illyrio thought before he cleared his throat "What is the meaning of this, your grace? The hour is late and tomorrow is an important day for your beloved sister."
"He tried to fuck my sister!" Viserys howled at Illyrio with a enraged snarl as he tore himself free of the two men holding him and glared at Peter's still form "He tried to ruin everything!"
The Magister of Pentos stared at the exiled King for a moment before he turned towards Daenerys "Is this true? Did Young Mister Parker here try to lay with you, my lady?"
"No!" Dany cried.
"So he attempted to rape you?" Illyrio pressed.
"NO!" Dany screamed in outrage and despair as she shoved the guard that was holding her back with a burst of strength that surprised the Pentoshi merchant "HE DID NOTHING TO ME!"
Illyrio made no response, simply glancing down at Dany's torn gown and then to Peter's ripped collar.
"That wasn't me!" Dany cried "He returned to his room and Doreah was there and she-"
"So he's also been fucking MY WHORE?!" Viserys seethed.
"Your grace, please..." Illyrio turned to Viserys and gestured for him to calm himself "I understand your upset, but we must navigate this situation with cool heads-"
"I want him executed!" Viserys pointed towards Peter "NOW!"
"NO!" Dany shouted as she put herself between Illyrio's guards and Peter.
"Move!" Viserys growled as he took a steps towards his sister, his hand forming a fist and rising.
"I WILL HAVE HIM TAKEN TO A CELL!" Illyrio shouted over Viserys, casuing the exiled King to flinch and turn towards the magister with surprise, one that Dany mirrored, they had never heard the portly man shout before "I will have young mister Parker here taken down to the cells and held there while everyone cools their heads. In the morning, before Khal Drogo arrives, when everyone has had a chance to collect themselves, we will decide his fate."
"But he didn't do anything!" Dany sobbed.
"Had your brother not appeared, would he have?" Illyrio asked.
Dany had no response to this while Viserys simply glared at Peter's prone form. With a sigh, Illyrio gestured for two of his men to pick Peter up off the floor and take him to the small dungeon below. Dany tried to stop the men but her brother grabbed her and roughly pulled her out of the way as Peter was lifted by his arms and dragged towards the door. The last living daughter of the Mad King tried to shake herself free of Viserys grip as she was forced to watch Peter dragged out of her sight, his fate all but certain and bleak to her.
"Viserys, please don't-" Dany began before her brother suddenly turned and slapped her clean across her face with the back of his hand, sending her stumbling back, her hands racing to the angry red mark that was already beginning to form on her cheek.
"Before we leave here sweet sister, your going to watch as I geld that fucking peasant and mount his head on a pike!" Viserys snarled through gritted teeth before he stomped out of Dany's room "SOMEONE FIND ME DOREAH! THAT WHORE NEEDS TO BE REMINDED TO WHOM SHE BELONGS!"
Illyrio shifted uncomfortably and gestured for his remaining guards to leave as Dany began to weep. The magister stared at the pitiful form that was Daenerys Targaryen before he made to leave as well when he felt someone grab his sleeve, casuing him to stop and look to see if was Daenerys.
"Lord Illyrio, p-please don't let V-Viserys hurt him... please!" Dany said as tears cascaded down her cheeks.
"I'm sorry, princess, but Peter has come very close to costing your brother his army to retake his throne. I'm afraid he's well within his right to want his head." Illyrio said with a sigh as he gently removed Dany's hands from his sleeve before turning and followed his men out without another glance or word.
As the doors shut behind the magister of Pentos, Daenerys fell to her knees and screamed.
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And done.
Next chapter, Mirrors...
answers to reviewers questions or statements:
Angeyapy8507: One is Silver Sable yes.
Bladewolf101: Why make a House of the Dragon story when I already have this one?
VolcanicFury596: I am getting to those as soon as I can.
gontheone: Could've been Peter, and his face was shadowed because he's considered a different man by then and thus unrecognizable to Dany as she knows him now. Prophecies, they can be such unreliable narratives sometimes. We shall soon see who the third woman is, though not too soon. Some may come to love him and him in turn, but that's assuming some of Peter's other lovers even allow them to live that long. Peter with his powers would be one of if not the physically strongest man in the known world outside of such creatures like Giants, or even the Others/White Walkers.
Guest: Peter loves her, he's just unaware that Dany loves him too and he they aren't in a relationship of any sort, so I fail to see how that makes him a cuck. But you are correct in that he's not going to be okay with what's happening to her. Who said Dany didn't insult the merchant in some way? And who said one of her futures was taken? We'll be seeing how Peter ended up with the Targaryen siblings soon, and no he's not the son of some loyalists, or a part of one of Westeros's great houses.
I craft experiences: No, the heck you think this? Main stream Marvel where Peter is watching MJ getting railed out by Paul?
CRUDEN: Maybe she did, maybe she didn't.