This is gonna serve as a complete rewrite of my original The Queen of Dragons, King of Spiders and the Lady of Silver. Reasoning for this is simple, story started to hit a dead-end around the time Peter, Daenerys and Silver reached Qarth, plus too many varying storylines and characters to keep track of. Also where I wanted to take the story at certain points wasn't panning out well to my liking, so a rewrite was in order.
What's gonna be different this time around?
Well for starters, we'll be following the characters if Peter, Daenerys and Silver Sable almost exclusively, so no switching over to Westeros to see what Sonja and Tyrion are up to. Red Sonja will still be in the story don't worry, it's just she'll be appearing much later and her backstory will be largely the same as it is in the comics, so she won't be a wildling. I'm also going to be making some changes to Peter's own backstory, but nothing too major.
The story is still a harem story, though the women involved have been changed a little. Daenerys and Silver will still be the main love interests, but I'll be removing a few women and adding new ones from both Marvel, specifically those connected to the Spider-man mythos, and ASOIAF this time around. There's also a few others I'm adding, but I'm eaving those as a nice little surprise for when we get to that part.
Disclaimer: I don't own any Marvel or Game of Thrones characters seen, mentioned or used.
"What are you writing?"
A rather lanky teen, his arms and legs like twigs almost and a pale complexion and short but messy brown hair jumped at the sound of the voice directly behind him. He looked up from his notebook, a page from top to bottom filled with small notes and scribbled out words, to see a young girl, just having turned the age of seven and ten not a few weeks ago, dressed in a simple yet finely made maiden's gown. Her platinum blonde, almost white hair, was still wet after having just bathed only a few minutes prior and seemed to glisten in the light, as if it were made of pure virgin snow or liquid stars.
Her name was Daenerys Targaryen, one of the last members of the House of Targaryen and daughter to the late Mad King of Westeros.
Peter blinked at the way the setting sun outside shown on Daenerys before he registered the words she said and cleared his throat as he scooted over on the bench he was sitting on for the young woman to take a seat if she wished.
"N-Nothing, just some things I've written down." Peter said shyly as the woman approached and sat down next to him and examined his notebook with a small grin.
Her brow furrowed a little as she read some of the things he wrote down, trying to make sense of it all "What is it?"
"Just some stuff that I discovered after working with some of Lord Illyrio's alchemists." Peter said with a small shrug "They say I've got a real talent for it."
Daenerys Targaryen shook her head at this "Of course you would. You've spent most of our childhood mixing odd and strange things to see what will happen. I suppose it was bound to pay off eventually..."
"Wish it did sooner." Peter said as he made a face as memories of living on the streets came to Peter's mind and all the 'food' they had to get by on if they didn't wish to starve "Would make a lot of the food we used to eat taste better."
"Or keep us from getting sick." Daenerys chuckled.
"That too!" Peter said with a nod before another thought came to him and he quickly dabbled his pen in the small ink jar and scribbled it down as Daenerys watched with amusement.
"Another idea?" she teased.
"Maybe." Peter said as he continued to keep writing before he glanced at his friend, only friend really "By the way, where's your brother been? I haven't seen him all day. Or heard him for that manner."
"He's been in a meeting with Lord Illyrio." Daenerys said with a sigh before she gave Peter a playfully suspicious look "Why?"
"I was hoping he'd stay where ever he was forever, it's nice to go a day without having to hear some scathing remark from him." Peter said with a grin as he continued to write down a few more notes before he turned the page to another that was filled with small sketches of various carts he's seen in the city below and even a few ships docked in the port "And to hear him prattle on about being King and dealing with the 'Usurper' and how he'll make House Lannister pay and restoring House Targaryen to glory and on and on and on."
Daenerys smiled a little at this, knowing that Peter was right.
Her elder brother, Viserys did tend to go on about what he would do once he returned to Westeros with an army to bring the Seven Kingdoms back under Targaryen rule. When she was younger, and she and her brother still lived on the streets after being sent into exile after the death of their parents, he would tell her of his dreams of their return to retake their rightful place as rulers of Westeros, and eventually, the world. But as they grew older, Daenerys found her brother's dreams of conquering Westeros to be just that... dreams.
Her brother had yet to find a lord in any of the Free Cities that would support them, at least one that possessed an army large and powerful enough for Viserys to sail across the Narrow Sea with and retake the Iron Throne. While the Magister of Pentos has offered his aid to the Targaryen siblings, it wasn't enough to make much of a difference except to get her, her brother and Peter off the streets after years of being literal beggars.
'Though I'm not sure where I am now is much better.' Daenerys thought as her wedding to a powerful Dothraki Kahl by the name of Drogo, that had apparently promised her brother his army of forty thousand warriors for her hand, loomed over her like a dark cloud.
The only downside to this plan, in Daenerys's eyes was that for Viserys to utilize Drogo's army to retake the Iron Throne, he'd have to cross the Narrow Sea, something that no Dothraki has ever done, let alone an army numbering in the tens of thousands. She couldn't even begin to imagine the logistics of such an undertaking, that she'd rather leave to Peter who likely could imagine such a thing.
Regardless, it had to be monumental, something far more than the Magister of Pentos could offer.
"Dany?"
"Hmm?" Daenerys sounded as she noticed that Peter was looking at her with a concerned look "What is it?"
"You've been staring off again." Peter said as he placed his ink pen beside the jar of ink and closed it before turning his attention back to the Targaryen girl "Are you oaky? You've been acting really weird the past few days."
"I'm... I'm fine." she said with a reassuring smile that did not match the inner struggle she felt.
Peter, as far as Daenerys was aware, had no idea of the impending wedding to Drogo. It wasn't because she didn't trust him, in the past and even now Daenerys has trusted Peter far more than even her own flesh and blood, but she did not want the boy to worry needlessly over it, even more than she already is. She also wanted Peter to avoid trying to feel like he still needed to 'protect her' and perhaps challenge this Drogo, as if he wanted to test the man's honor or some ridiculous notion. In the past Peter had fought with boys, men and even her own brother that thought they could manipulate or intimidate Daenerys into doing what they wanted. And almost every one of those times ended with Peter beaten, humiliated and more insults and scorn from her brother who often voiced that the Targaryen siblings only kept Peter around for practice on how to interact with people of a lower station then them.
'If Peter tries to challenge Drogo... he'll be killed. I heard he's killed men for less.' Daenerys thought worriedly as Peter still kept watching her with a frown.
"Are you sure you're okay? You seem... nervous." Peter said.
"I'm fine, just silly things on my mind." Daenerys said to try and reassure the teen who looked anything but convinced. Seeing that the only way to get him to drop the subject would be to change it, she nodded towards a corner of the room that held a small table dotted with jars, boxes and other oddities that Peter has been able to acquire the past few months "How goes your... work?"
Peter blinked as he turned towards the table that he regularly used for his experiments "Pretty good, I think. I've been trying to find a way to keep iron from rusting over, or at the very least find something to slow it down. Heard the alchemists from Yi Ti were able to come up with a way, but so far I've hit a dead end. I've also been looking into a way to try and replicate Valyrian Steel. Unsurprisingly, it's not going too well... like at all. Those old mystics? Blacksmiths? whoever made the damn things weren't too keen on the forging process getting out, so I'm kinda just melting certain metals down and mixing them and hoping that it'll work. Lord Illyrio's smiths are starting to get annoying with me since I'm going through so much of their scrapped metal, which really, why's that a problem? I mean it's not like they need it..."
The Targaryen smiled softly at her friend as he began to prattle on about Lord Illyrio's blacksmiths trying to bar Peter from taking more ore from them and the other little 'experiments' that Illyrio allowed him to perform so long as he didn't accidently unleash a plague, burn down the estate again or created some abomination of a demon with some of the critters, mainly spiders, that he finds here and there.
Daenerys struggled to not make a face at the memory of one of the spiders that Peter decided to include in his alchemy, she could still feel the rabbit size creature's legs dancing across her face.
Peter, unaware that Daenerys was only half listening, continued on as he gestured to his notebook, one page in particular that showed what looked to be a Ballista of some sort "And this here, I think I've found a way to not only improve the range, but with some explosive jelly that I was able to recreate from this merchant from Yi Ti that I bartered it from, I may be able to create a-"
"By the Gods you so do love to talk, do you?"
Peter and Daenerys both turned to see a boy, several years older than Daenerys with similar facial features, platinum blonde hair and a slim, almost thin figure, though not as thin as Peter's. It was Viserys, Daenerys's elder brother and last living son of their father and by all rights, Patriarch of the House of Targaryen. He looked at Peter with a small smirk that set the younger boy on edge as he causally stepped into Peter's room and gave it a quick and equally dismissive glance as he centered his gaze on Daenerys.
"I've been looking for you for the past hour sister, is this where you've been?" he asked, shooting a brief look of disdain towards Peter.
"Peter was showing and explaining to me some of his newest experiments." Daenerys said with a nervous smile as she folded her hands on her lap as her brother came to a stop a few feet from them and glanced at Peter's notebook, lying harmlessly on the table.
Peter seemed to sense the older boy's intentions and tried to seize it before Viserys snatched it up and backed away from both Peter and Daenerys as they jumped to their feet.
"That's mine, give it back!" Peter said in an angered tone.
"Viserys, please. Peter's worked very hard filling that notebook." Daenerys said as she tried to reason with her elder brother who shook his head as he flipped through the pages.
"Designs for ships made with metal?" Viserys said as he looked up at Peter with a look of disbelief "Are you really that stupid? Metal sinks, wood floats. For someone that's always reading and studying, I would thought something like that wouldn't have escaped your notice!"
"There's a way to make it work." Peter said as his shoulders slumped as Viserys scoffed and flipped through a few more pages before coming to another stop.
"Ah, here's something that should give you quite a laugh Daenerys." the Targaryen said as Daenerys took a step forward.
"Brother please just gi-"
He cut her off with a raised finger as he began to recite what Peter wrote down in a snotty tone that nearly drove Daenerys to grit her teeth in annoyance "It's come to my understanding that the members of the House of Targaryen are immune to Dragon Fire. The source of this odd thing seems to stem from a multitude of reliable, if abstract sources that I read about in lord Illyrio's library. Instead of being descended from Dragons as the legend states, their immunity and control over fire stems from a series of intricate rituals, many mystical in nature, over the course of generations during their time as part of the Valyrian Freehold. I've thought of questioning Daenerys about it, but she's been a little odd lately..."
Daenerys frowned as her brother smirked and Peter's face turned pale white as the elder Targaryen continued to read the passage that seemed to be veering off into far different waters than the beginning of the passage navigated.
"I mean, I wonder what could worry her so. She's one of the most intelligent-" Viserys started off before Peter lunged at him to snatch the book away.
Viserys responded by taking Peter's own notebook and slamming it into his face, sending the smaller teen to the ground with a heavy 'thud'.
"Peter!" Daenerys shouted in worry as she kneeled down to check to see if Peter was seriously hurt while Viserys stared down at him with a cold expression before he grabbed his sister by the arm and pulled her to her feet.
"Come now sister, Peter here is more than capable of getting up himself. He's not a child anymore." Viserys said in a mocking tone as he stared at the notebook in his hands and opened it to a few pages before he began ripping them from its spine.
"Viserys!" Daenerys said in aghast tone before her brother turned towards her with a glare that caused her to flinch as he pulled his hand away from the notebook and made to hit her before he stopped and took a deep breath.
"Daenerys, if Peter here has any problem with what I'm doing..." he began as he turned to see Peter still on the ground, blood leaking from his nose as he glared up at the taller man "He's more than welcome to do something about it."
Peter glared up at Viserys before he sniffed and adverted his gaze from the older boy's smirk as he dropped the book and the torn pages at his feet. Peter made to grab it before Viserys placed his foot on it and waited. Daenerys watched as Peter stared at her brothers boot before his shoulders slumped and he looked up at the Targaryen.
"By your leave your Grace, may I have my notebook back?" Peter muttered out.
Viserys said nothing as he stared down at Peter for a few more seconds before he scoffed and turned towards the door "By all means... stupid ungrateful little rat."
Daenerys frowned at her brother as he made his way out of the room before she turned back to see Peter looking down at his notebook's torn pages with a saddened expression.
"I'm so sorry..." she said as she sat down next to Peter and placed a hand on his own.
"It's fine." Peter said with a sigh as he reached up to wipe away some of the blood leaking from his nose "I'm used to his insults... mostly. Beatings, not so much, but hey, at least he stopped at only one hit today. Must be in a good mood."
"He had no right to hit you or damage your book." she stated as she glanced down at the torn pages "Especially after all the hard work you put into it."
Peter rolled his eyes at this "Please, what would 'The Rightful King of the Seven Kingdoms' care? If it doesn't involve him getting the Iron Throne, what use is it to him anyway?"
Daenerys was quiet as she watched Peter collect the damaged pages from the floor before she glanced at the door to make sure her brother was gone. She then glanced back at Peter with an earnest expression.
"He's not the king yet."
Peter froze as he reached for another page before he slowly nodded "Yeah... yet."
Daenerys nodded as Peter finished retrieving the last of his pages before he wandered over to the fireplace and threw them into the flames, watching as they quickly caught fire and burned. Daenerys stood up and came to stand next to him as they gazed into the fire with differing expressions. Peter wore a look of annoyance at having to find a new notebook to use, and the various formulas, equations and other notes he's made over the years that'll need to be re-written before he forgets them entirely while Daenerys looked at the flames with a combination of longing and apprehension.
"What are you doing?" she heard Peter mutter before she saw that her hand was reaching out to the flames that if what her eyes were seeing were true, were slowly angling towards her fingertips, as if to touch them.
"Dany." Peter said as he placed his hand on Daenerys's shoulder, causing her to jump at the sudden contact and back away from the fire. Peter stared at her with wide eyes as she looked flush with embarrassment "Dany?"
"I'm sorry." she said as she adverted her gaze from Peter's questioning look "I just... I don't know what came over me."
Peter watched as she quickly turned on her heel and left the room, leaving Peter wondering what just happened. He glanced back at the flames and noticed that the fire seemed a little... colder.
As if the heat was taken from them when Daenerys left.
"Huh, must be that dragon blood of her's..." Peter muttered as he went to retrieve some wood to add to the flames.
He wasn't all that fond of the cold.
...
When Daenerys had returned to her chambers, she was pleasantly surprised to find Doreah was present, dressed in a simple cream colored chiton, arranging several of her dresses on her bed, or rather the dresses gifted to her by Illyrio. They were beautiful made, she wouldn't deny, but Daenerys has always found herself reluctant to wear them out of fear of ruining them and thus angering Illyrio and worse, her brother for angering the former. Of course Illyrio has repeatedly told her that they were simply gifts for her to do with as she pleased, the young Targaryen woman has learned long ago that gifts given freely often came with an even greater cost, even if it wasn't monetary.
Eventually Doreah noticed Daenerys standing in the doorway and quickly backed away from the bed and the articles of cloth laid out and bowed "My lady, I hadn't heard you come in."
"It is fine, please continue." Daenerys said with a slightly embarrassed smile as she entered the room and took note of her handmaiden as she resumed organizing her dresses.
She stood taller then Daenerys by several inches and possessed a darker shade skin compared to the Targaryen, though not to the extent of the natives from Sothoryos. Her breasts weren't as full as Daenerys' were, but they were still considered a handful, the kind any man would love to grope and suckle on in the throes of fucking. Her rear was much more defined, something that Daenerys knew many within Illyrio's estate would stare at with unapologetic hunger and want. She was also rather... bold, in not only her actions, but words as well, skirting the very edge of scandalous and proper.
Though Daenerys supposed a woman that's spent years as a pleasure slave in the brothels of Lys had to be if she were to survive.
"I believe this will do!" Doreah suddenly held up a thin, white dress with a very deep, plunging neckline.
"For what?" Daenerys asked as Doreah motioned her to follow her to the mirror standing in the corner of her room.
"For your wedding, my lady." Doreah said as Daenerys came to a stop in front of the mirror and the dress was held up in front of her "With a few lovely gem stones, you'll be the fairest woman in all of Essos!"
"Perhaps..." Daenerys said as she imagined herself garbed in this dress, imagined how her breasts would look being so nearly exposed, how the dress will hug her sides and the slit along the sides will leave a majority of her legs exposed.
And with the amethyst jewels gifted to her by Illyrio to compliment her eyes, she had no doubt she'd look absolutely beautiful to any who gazed at her...
"Is something the matter, my lady?" Doreah asked when she noticed the look on the Targaryen's face in her reflection.
"Just... a dress has been picked for me sadly." Daenerys revealed with a smile of regret aimed at her handmaiden's reflection "By Viserys-"
Daenerys felt her eyes widened as she could make out the edge of what appeared to be a very dark, very large bruise on Doreah's collar bone that traveled up her neck partly. Spinning around quickly, Daenerys reached out to Doreah as the woman stepped back, adjusting the strap of her dress in attempt to better cover the bruise.
"Doreah, what happened?" Daenerys asked frantically, wondering if she needed to call for a healer to examine the older woman.
"It is nothing, my lady." Doreah waved away Daenerys' concerns with a strained laugh.
"You look like you've been hit by some brute of a man!" Daenerys stated with worry, her eyes flickering towards where the bruise was partially exposed.
She could only imagine how much bigger it was, how worse it looked, hidden beneath the handmaiden's dress.
Doreah giggled at this "Brute seems to kind a word to describe your br-... forgive me, my lady."
"My brother is the cause of that mark!?" Daenerys said, aghast at the revelation of whom was responsible for this injury.
While she knew Viserys could be cruel and violent to others, what she was looking at seemed far worse than anything she's ever thought him capable of. Sure, he's hit Peter a few times, and even her when she found herself too close to him when 'The Dragon awoke', but he'd never hurt them to the point it'd leave such a horrid looking mark on their bodies. Though, it did make Daenerys wonder if perhaps Peter has also been hurt as badly as this in the past and like Doreah, simply covered the mark and hope she'd never notice.
The thought terrified her to her core.
"As I said, it is nothing, my lady." Doreah said with a strained but otherwise reassuring smile as she reached up to adjust her dress a bit more so that only the very edge of the bruise was still visible "Your lord brother was simply... eager, is all, and forgot his own strength and how fragile I can b at times. And I have experienced far worse. It'll heal in a few days, I assure you."
Daenerys frowned at the other woman's words "He shouldn't be so rough with you. To mark you in such a horrendous way!"
At this, Doreah grinned mischievously as she slid closer to Daenerys until she was behind the younger woman and rested her chin on the Targaryen's shoulder and wrapped her arms around her waist. Daenerys swallowed nervously as she she felt Doreah's breath in her ear as she whispered-
"Perhaps I like it rough, my lady. I like the feeling of a man's hands on me, gripping me until my skin is marked." Doreah grinned as she inhaled the sweet scent of Daenerys' hair and found herself wettening her liprs with her tongue.
It was... unfortunate, the young Targaryen didn't seem interested in anyone but her book-ish friend, though Doreah supposed she could see the appeal. Peter while a far cry from the tall, muscular warriors so many women fantasized about, he was kind and attentive, something the former pleasure slave a good number of men she's fucked in the past could've been more of, to both her and their wives.
Daenerys closed her eyes and took a deep breath to steady her nerves as she made to untangle herself from Doreah's arms when the woman continued to speak.
"Do you wish for Peter to act as such?" Doreah whispered gleefully as Daenerys' face began to redden "Late at night, in your most private of moments, do you dream of him entering your room, your bed, and tearing you free of whatever cloth dare lie between you both? Do you shiver at the thought of his fingers trailing up your legs and gripping your hips, pulling you towards his waiting, eager mouth. Or perhaps you want him to hold you still as he aligns his cock with your cunt-"
"Doreah, you shouldn't... you shouldn't say such things!" Daenerys stated, her face beat red.
"I can only imagine the wanton lust he has for you, my lady. Only a fool would be blind to it." Doreah laughed, casuing Daenerys to shiver as her finger traced small circles just above her bellybutton "To have you withering under him, your cunt wrapped around his cock, your legs pulling him in close, his lips on your throat, tasting you."
At this, Daenerys covered her blushing face as Doreah laughed and continued to whisper such wanton things in her ear.
...
And done.
Next chapter, Peter and Daenerys visit the market...