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The consummation of Dany and Drogo's marriage was every bit as horrible as she feared it would be.
After the final gifts were given to Dany and her husband, the pair mounted a pair of horses, one Drogo's while the other was the Khal's own gift to Dany, they departed from the main body of celebrating Dothraki towards the coastline. When Drogo believed they were far enough away, he had them dismount and escorted Dany to a small platform of rock that was fairly smooth from the waves and clean. Dany, who had been silent and sullen up until that point began to silently cry as her clothing was removed and the Khal's hands were on her bare flesh. Her tears of silence quickly became sobs when Drogo's hands began to wander and grope her rear, her breasts and the insertion of one of his fingers into her womanhood, an attempt to arouse her no doubt.
Unfortunately all it did was distress Dany even more so as Drogo was not the man she wanted which in turn made arousing her difficult. Eventually Drogo seemed to grow tired of waiting for Dany to, in his eyes she believes, accept him and simply bent her over and inserted his cock into her and proceed to fuck her.
Doreah had at times gone into embarrassingly painstaking detail on how sex would feel at first and how good it would feel once the initial feeling of pain and awkwardness would pass. Sadly, for Dany at least, those feelings never went away throughout her and Drogo's coupling, in fact it only grew more painful for her as Drogo became more and more rough with her as the night dragged on. By the end, the interior of her thighs were leaking with both the man's seed and her blood, mostly the latter, and a healer had to be summoned to see to Dany when the Khal found himself truly finished with her.
Which brought her to Illyrio's private healing chambers the morning after, lying on a small bed with itchy sheets and a pillow soft as a rock and a towel nestled between her thighs, stained with blood. The room was a bit cramped and smelled of some sort of herb she couldn't identify but reminded of her old musky books that she'd find Peter reading during their luncheon's or during one of their late evening meals. Thankfully, she had a rather pleasant view of the Narrow Sea thanks to the small balcony outside of the room, filling the silent space with the distant cries of seagulls, the rustling of leaves in tree branches and the various servants managing Illyrio's estate.
And she was no longer alone, as Silver arrived not long after she was brought here to be treated.
She was wearing a dark grey tunic, with a white colored belt tied across her front, and black leggings, her silver hair was tied in a messy knot and Gods help her, Dany thought she looked beautiful even still. She didn't want to imagine how she must've looked to the other woman, her eyes red from crying so much last night, dark rings forming under them, her hair messy and filled with knots and large brown bruises on her shoulders, collar, and hips from when Drogo grabbed her from when he quite literally, fucked her bloody.
"What has the healer said?" Silver asked as she took her seat beside Dany's bed and brought one knee up to rest her chin on.
"He said... he said that..." Dany tried to not blush as she recalled the healer's words from earlier "He said that I'll heal, that a woman as small as me isn't used to a man of the Kahls size, but my body will learn to accommodate him in time."
Silver scoffed at this "If that's his conclusion, then I truly fear for his past and future patients. You didn't want to fuck, so your body didn't make itself ready to be fucked. It's as simple as that."
"I don't think I'll ever be ready, not for him." Dany said quietly.
"Why would you?" Silver asked with a frown "He's a Dothraki, barely more then a beast in the shape of a man. You are of the blood of Old Valyria. The only ones that should be lying with you are either those who are children of Valyria, or the Gods themselves."
"But can either of those offer an army for me and my brother to take back our birthright?" Dany asked bitterly.
Viserys had made that quite clear to her when the marriage proposal was first revealed to her, no one in the Free Cities willing to marry Dany had an army large enough to bring to Westeros, and of the various Khals roaming Essos, Drogo's was the only one large and strong enough to wage an actual war on the Seven Kingdoms.
"Admittedly, no..." Silver said as she turned her head to gaze out at the Narrow Sea through the small gaps in the balcony's stone railing "But I'm sure an alternative could've been found if your brother was a bit more patient."
"What would you have suggested?" Dany demanded with a snap before she winced and stared down at the bloodied towel between her legs, afraid to meet the glare Silver was likely to be sporting "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be so cr-"
Silver cut her off with a soft laugh "It's fine little one, I'm not offended. In fact, I'm happy to see that you have a bit of bite to you after all. I was worried you were too soft."
Another soft laugh from Silver caused Dany to blush as red as a tomato.
"And to answer your question, about what I'd suggest you and your brother could've done instead of looking for an army..." Silver said as she turned to look back at Dany with a thoughtful look on her face "Assassinations."
"A-Assassins?" Dany said, confused.
Silver nodded with a small grin "Correct. Kill a handful of the right men and women and you and your brother could've retaken the Seven Kingdoms with minimal bloodshed. Of course I'm not against such a thing, but you may find ruling a continent easier if you hadn't just put half of it to the sword with a foreign army."
"Perhaps, but my brother I are lacking the gold needed to hire such men." Dany said with a sigh.
peter brought it up once, about the possibility of using assassins rather then finding and fielding an army to retake the Iron Throne. Viserys promptly beat Peter bloody, knocking out the last of his baby teeth, and any and all talks of resorting to assassins were henceforth, forgotten.
"I suppose you hadn't considered a loan from the Iron Bank?" Silver joked, casuing Dany to giggle at the older woman's wiggling eyebrows.
"Peter, my friend, almost got one when we had stayed in Braavos for several months. Took me the better part of half an hour to convince him not to get one." Dany said with a small, fond smile as she remembered her, Peter and Viserys time in the Free City.
Viserys had hoped at the time to try and obtain a loan from the Iron Bank to pay for a army of sell swords, but was soundly rejected on account he was too young for the Bankers to risk investing such a substantial amount of gold in. While this was happening, Peter and Dany took that time to explore the bank, or at least the spaces open to the public and weren't turned away by guards. By happenstance, Peter and she had entered a chamber that housed a number of representatives who had immediately saw how gullible Peter appeared to be and attempted to sway him with loans.
Thankfully Dany was able to drag him away before Peter could sign for a loan that would incur an interest rate of five and twenty percent with an added interest rate of three percent for every year on whatever of the loan that still needed to be paid off was left.
"Hmm, if that's the case, I highly recommend your friend not be made Master of Coin when the Seven Kingdoms are retaken. Wouldn't do to end up in debt to the Iron Bank." Silver said with amusement.
"Viserys would never place him on the Small Council." Dany said with a small shrug "He thinks Peter is too lowborn to even be considered a stable boy for the Red Keep."
Silver frowned at this "What did this Peter do to earn your brother's animosity? It can't be just because he nearly bedded you."
"I... I don't know." Dany said with a sad shake of her head "They used to be close when we were all younger, but for some time now he's grown to be cruel to Peter."
Dany suspected it was a number of circumstances that caused her brother to grow to despise Peter, the greatest being her deepening friendship with the boy and eventual love. Before, Dany had always believed that she'd one day wed Viserys, but as the years went by, the image of him as her husband was slowly replaced with that of Peter, who had gone out of his way to keep Dany happy and didn't regularly belittle and beat her like her brother did. Perhaps Viserys somehow sensed or noticed this and thus turned his cruelty towards Peter in the hopes he'd scare him off and leave Dany for himself.
"Hmm, well perhaps I can fix that while on our way to Vaes Dothrak." Silver said as a knock at the room's door drew their attention.
"Yes?" Dany called out and watched as the door was opened to reveal her two new handmaidens, Irri and Jhiqui. The former was to teach her how to ride a horse in the manner of the Dothraki while the latter would teach her the language of the Horse Lords. Both were close to Dany in age, though she believed they were older by nearly a year at least, copper colored skin black hair and almond shaped eyes. The differences between the two was that Jhiqui was taller then Irri and possessed wider hips, heavy breasts and long hair braided with cream colored ribbons that reached past her waist while Irri was slimmer in build and had hair only reaching to the middle of her back, though in a slightly messier fashion.
"Khalessi..." Irri muttered in a heavy accented Common Tongue as she and Jhiqui approached "We will be leaving soon. Khal Drogo wants you to be ready by noon."
Dany made to reply when Silver turned towards them with a scowl "She'll be ready when the healers deem her ready. Perhaps next time your Khal could not fuck her half to death like a rabid dog in heat."
The two Dothraki bristled at Silver's words before Dany spoke.
"I understand, I should be ready to leave by then. I just need to see what the healer has to say and ensure a few things of mine are ready. It shouldn't take long, I promise." she said, hoping to prevent an argument, or more likely, a fight from breaking out between the three women.
She had no doubt Silver would prove victorious if such a thing occurred, but it could earn her the ire of the Dothraki, or even Viserys if he feels his plans are in jeopardy, and Dany had no wish to lose her newfound friend to either.
Silver and the two Dothraki continued to eye one another with unfriendly looks before Irri nodded and muttered something to Jhiqui, who in turn left the room. Seeing one of the Dothraki gone, Silver turned her gaze away from Irri and focused on Dany.
"Find me when we depart, we can ride together. Gods know you could use some time away from your brother, and I doubt you'll wanna be near your 'husband' any time soon after last night." Silver said with a small, warm smile that caused Dany's heart to flutter as she as she stood from her chair.
"I... I would like that, thank you." Dany said in a grateful tone, she'd never be able to thank the Gods enough for letting her meet such a wonderful woman.
Silver's smile brightened as she stepped back and nodded at the Targaryen before she left the room, no doubt to prepare herself and her men for the long journey ahead of them all.
Irri watched Silver go with a glare before it vanished as she turned to speak to Dany "What else do you need before we leave? I'll see to it that all of your belongings are properly stored."
"It's... I don't need my belongings packed, they already are. I just need to see to my friends release from magister Illyrio's care is all." Dany said.
Irri nodded at this and took a seat in the chair Silver was using previously "Will you be bringing them both with you, Khaleesi?"
"Yes." Dany nodded just as another knock at the door was heard.
Before Dany could say anything, it opened to reveal Magister Illyrio, garbed in finely rick clothes of blues, greens, and yellows and smelled of something incredibly sweet. Dany was still angry with the man for imprisoning Peter, all so he could appease and curry more favor with Viserys, but soon she won't have to deal with the man again. He'll release Peter and Doreah and afterwards, they can leave Pentos, never to return, she hoped.
"Magister." Dany nodded at the man with a small smile "Good morrow."
"Princess..." Illyrio said with a small bow towards the young woman "I am pleased to see that you are recovering well."
Dany nodded at this with a strained smile, she didn't feel like she was healing particularly well, but the sooner this conversation ends and she can be with Peter again, the better "I thank you for your concern. It seems that I had... underestimated, my husband's desire for me."
And Dothraki brutality.
Illyrio nodded in understating at this "They are... their customs will be quite a bit to grow accustom to, but I have faith you'll thrive my lady."
"Perhaps." Dany shrugged as she adjusted herself in the bed "Though I fear Peter will have greater difficulty. He was never one for the country, and I believe the journey to Vaes Dothrak."
At this, Illyrio adopted an uncomfortable expression on his face, casuing Dany to frown.
"Is there something wrong Magister?" she asked before fear gripped her heart "Has something happened to Pete and Doreah?"
"Err, no, Princess, they are both well." Illyrio said before he cleared his throat.
Dany sighed in relief at this before she noticed the uncomfortable look on Illyrio's face remained "Then what seems to be the problem, Lord Illyrio?"
"It's... well, it's your intentions upon their release, or rather, upon Peter's." Illyrio said.
"I'm sorry?" Dany said with a confused chuckle "What do you mean?"
"Doreah will resume her duties as your handmaiden in teaching you the womanly arts of... pleasure, to further aide your marriage to Khal Drogo." Illyrio stated before pausing to take a deep breath "Your friend, on the other hand, shall remain in his cell until you, and the Dothraki have left."
"WHAT?!" Dany shouted in a mixture of shock and outrage.
Illyrio, to his credit, didn't bat an eye at Dany's outburst while Irri flinched.
"WHY?" Dany demanded "The Lady Silver told me that-"
"Yes, I agreed to transfer my custody of Mister Parker and Doreah to her, but..." Illyrio shifted from one foot to the other "Well, Princess, you must understand, it would be dangerous for me to allow him to accompany you from here."
"What do you mean?!" Dany demanded, her hands balled into fists so tight, her nails nearly pierced her palms skin.
"If I may speak plainly, you risk death if, or rather WHEN you attempt to take Peter to bed again." Illyrio stated in a neutral tone "While the Dothraki don't practice monogamy as most cultures do and are rather... open, in their desires, a Khal will not suffer his Khaleesi being with another man not only without his blessing, but with someone that is not Dothraki himself. Let alone with someone that isn't amongst his bloodriders. It will be seen as a insult and a sign of weakness to any and all rivals of his."
"You have no right to keep him from me! none of you!" Dany snarled before she turned to Irri, her face red with rage "Bring me Lady Silver and tell her that Illyrio is attempting to break his w-"
"I have already spoken to Lady Silver on the matter before coming here and she's in agreement." Illyrio interrupted Dany's command, casuing the Targaryen to look at him with shock.
"What?" she stuttered.
To hear Silver, who has been so kind and supportive, had agreed to keep Peter away from her...
For a brief moment, Daenerys saw nothing but red and the urge to rend the other Valyrian woman's flesh from her bones with her bare hands. It wasn't until Dany felt hands on her shoulders, pressing down, that the haze of anger she felt dissipated and she found herself half rising from the bed while Irri desperately tried to keep her on it. Illyrio had since taken several steps back, a look of panic on his face.
"Princess... Khaleesi, I know you are upset about this, but-" Illyrio began before Dany shoved Irri away and stood up from the bed, the cloth falling from between her legs and pooling at her feet, her blood smeared across her thighs for all to see.
"I'm taking him with me!" Dany said in a low tone that she hoped sounded threatening "Or do I need to speak to my 'husband'? Do I need to tell him that you and the Lady Silver dare refuse me? Perhaps I shall tell him that I don't feel confident in his prowess and that of his Khalasar and he should prove me wrong by killing you, that treacherous woman and all of your men! Or should I tell him that you think him incapable of controlling his Khaleesi and will allow me to lay with anyone she so chooses without fear of repercussions? I wonder, do you think he'll cut you down with his sword, or have his horse stamp you to death?"
Dany normally would never resort to such threats of bloodshed, the very idea of killing people for no other reason then for the sake of bloodshed disgusted her. But if Illyrio dared to keep her away from Peter, to keep him locked away until she was taken from Pentos, after which he'd be either executed or enslaved in all but name to the Magister, she would see this man's house and that of his city burn.
No one stood between her and her beloved friend.
No one.
"That won't be necessary, your grace." Illyrio bowed hastily at this, mostly to hide how white in the face he went at the very real threat of Dany's promise as Irri came forth to cover her modesty with a spare blanket she retrieved from another bed "I shall see to it personally at once that he's released and sent to you. Along with your handmaiden."
"Thank you, my lord." Dany said with a hard look on her face as she watched the magister backed out of the room, still bowed until he crossed the threshold of the chambers and quickly departed.
Once the magister was out of sight, Dany let out a sigh of relief as she slumped against the bed, her lower half was still painfully sore and she was feeling a bit dizzy from standing so quickly. Her handmaiden was quick to get her back on to the bed and settled before she retrieved the cloth that was between her legs from the ground and went to get a new, clean one to use.
The morning slowly ticked by as the healer returned and examined Dany, casuing he to blush as the man pulled aside the new towel Irri acquired for her and examined her womanly parts. He poked at her slit, casuing her to wince before taking a small cloth, dipped in some sort of potion that caused both her and Irri to nearly gag in disgust, and rest it firmly against her bloodied, swollen lips.
Dany shivered at the coolness as the healer leaned back and nodded in satisfaction with his work.
"The bleeding has stopped, and you show no risk of infection, Khaleesi. I do, however, recommend refrain from lying with your husband for another three days and apply a cloth soaked in some herbs I shall give to you for the next two that need to be mixed with boiling water. Once in the morning, another in the afternoon, and a third at night. I also recommend you ride your horse sidesaddle today and tomorrow, to prevent any irritation and reopening some of the scabs that have formed." the healer said.
Dany nodded at this and turned towards Irri "Do the Dothraki have a saddle of which I can use that will allow me to do that?"
Irri's forehead furrowed as she thought of it for a moment before she responded "I will have someone make adjustments to your saddle, Khaleesi."
"Thank you." Dany said with a nod of thanks.
With another bow, the healer tool his leave, leaving Dany and Irri alone for the time being. The minutes ticked by slowly as an awkward tension filled the air. Dany did her best to ignore it and instead focus on what she'll do once the Horde departs Pentos. She has no doubt that her 'husband' will keep her close and fuck her bloody again the moment he can, and regularly until his child is in her belly. The thought of having that savage's hands on her, his cock inside her, caused a shiver of revulsion to rack her body.
Then her thoughts turned to Peter, and how he'll fair being amongst the Dothraki, whose brutal life style will likely disturb him and leave him ill at ease. She could only pray that none of the Dothraki knew much of the Common Tongue of their home land, nor the bastardized Valyrian he's learned since Dany and Viserys first chanced upon Peter. When nervous or scared, her friend had an unfortunate habit of resorting to poorly timed jests and quips as an attempt to distract his mind from the horrors' he was seeing.
The Dothraki may not take too kindly to them and possibly invoke their wrath.
For a split moment, Dany almost found herself in agreement with Illyrio's reasoning for having Peter stay with him instead of coming with her.
Almost.
"This... Peter, do you love him?" Irri suddenly asked shyly.
Dany's gaze darted towards her and for a moment, she felt fear creep into her heart before she cleared her throat and reached up to adjust some of her hair behind her ear "I'm sorry?"
"The man you and the nice smelling man spoke of-" Irri said, looking towards the way Illyrio departed "Peter, do you love him?"
Dany was silent for several moments before her face adopted an expressionless look and she turned to Irri "See to it my saddle is adjusted and ready for when we depart."
Irri nodded at this and quickly bowed when she rose from her seat and rushed towards the door.
"And Irri?" Dany said just as the young woman was about to leave the room.
The Dothraki girl almost slid to a stop as she turned to look back at her with a nervous expression on her face.
"Yes, Khaleesi?" she asked.
"What you heard in this room, my conversation with Magister Illyrio... it will be forgotten and never spoken of, mentioned or even alluded to, do you understand?" Dany said, her eyes still dark with anger.
Dany prayed to the Gods that her tone and expression seemed threatening enough, because if not, then Irri may very well let slip what she heard and witnessed in this room, and should Drogo hear of it, her and Peter's lives would be cut short.
Violently... but not before she makes sure Irri ends first.
Irri nodded at this, a look of fear in her own eyes, and quickly bowed before all but fleeing from the room, leaving Dany to sigh in both relief and exhaustion. If this was to be her life until she and her brother regained the Iron Throne, being raped every other day by a savage smelling of horse, and using threats to keep most of her handmaidens in line, she was quite certain her hair will turn gray before she saw her twentieth name day.
Close to an hour passed as the morning began to approach noon and Dany felt a sense of unease begin to settle over her. Illyrio should've been back by now, or at the very least had Peter sent here. When Irri had finally returned to inform her that a saddle had been prepared, she ordered the Dothraki girl to retrieve a simple light gray colored ress for her to wear as she went to personally oversee Peter and Doreah's release.
Irri was quick to make her worry known as she followed after Dany from the healer's room "But Khaleesi, the healer said you shouldn't be walking without-"
"I don't care what he said." Dany snapped at the woman as she walked close tot he wall, using it as added support as she did her best to ignore her sore her lower half felt.
Perhaps she should've had some Milk of the Poppy before leaving.
Thankfully, the healer's chambers wasn't far from the Dungeon, but even before she turned the corner to the hall that ended at the stairway down to the dungeons, Dany could hear that something was wrong. She heard Illyrio's voice, barking commands in the bastard Valyrian of the Free Cities, followed by cowed and fearful responses from who she assumed was his men. When Dany arrived, she saw Illyrio standing before four men, all of them covered in what she thought was ink or black paint, and with varying looks of fear as they glanced nervously at the doorway that led down to the dungeons.
Behind them, sitting against the wall with her face buried in her knees, was Doreah, her dress torn and the same strange black substance on her bare legs.
"What's happened?" Dany asked when she and Irri were close enough to the group.
Illyrio quickly turned to meet Dany with a look of confusion at her sudden appearance, annoyance from the whole situation he was currently in, and anger at his men.
"Khaleesi." the man said with a bow "Forgive me, I was in the midst of securing your friends release when-"
"That place is cursed!" one of the guards said in a heavy Pentoshi accent and a look of fear on his face as he sent fearful looks towards the dungeons entryway.
"Silence!" Illyrio hissed at the man with a glare before he returned his gaze to Daenerys "Do not worry, Khaleesi, this whole matter shall be quickly sorted out-"
"What happened?" Dany repeated as she looked between Illyrio, Doreah and the guards "Why are they covered in... in whatever that it is? Why is only Doreah here? Where's Peter?"
"Peter is-" Illyrio started before one of his men interrupted him with a frantic look in his eye.
"He's been taken by whatever devilry has taken root down there. It nearly took us as well!" the man gestured to himself and the others.
"By the gods, 'devilry'." Illyrio said with a scoff as he turned back towards the guards "Have all of you taken leave of their senses?"
As Illyrio berated his men for their apparent cowardice, Dany approached Doreah and slowly kneeled down in front of the girl, ignoring the screaming pain her thighs were in. The former pleasure slave's face was still bruised, a final form of payment from Viserys before he had her sent to the dungeons for 'wanting to fuck a commoner instead of the Dragon'.
"Doreah?" Dany whispered as she slowly reached out towards the shaking woman "What is it? What's wrong?"
The former pleasure slave was silent for a moment as she raised a trembling arm and pointed towards the stairs that led down to the dungeons, a haunted look in her eyes. Dany glanced at the doorway for a moment, feeling a shiver crawl up her spine as the darkness within seemed different somehow, darker. Fearing the worse, Dany immediately stood and approached the doorway as Illyrio spoke up.
"Khaleesi, wait-" he began but Dany paid him no heed as she stepped into the darkness and quickly made her way down the stairs towards the dungeons.
The air was heavy, and cold, and for a moment Dany found herself fighting just to breath as she nearly ran down the stairs, slipping on the final two and being forced to reach out and place her hand on the wall to steady herself. Almost instantly Dany ripped her hand away from the wall when she felt not cool damp stone, but something... else, something that felt far from stone or even wood.
'What is this?' Dany thought with confusion as she brought her hand up towards her face and squinted in the low light to see some sort of... ink?
Or was it perhaps mud? There was something dark on her hands and it felt moist, casuing Dany to quickly wipe her hand on dress and look around the room for signs of her friend. The dungeon was dark, even more so than usual, with the only sources of light being that of the small barred windows in some of the cells. What light that was available allowed Dany to see that the wall, including the one she touched, and most of the floor was covered in some sort of black tar looking substance. Dany nearly gagged as the sudden smell of the dungeon hit her, casuing her to bring a hand up to cover her mouth and nose as a stench that could be best described as rotten hit her.
"Peter?" she called out, only to receive silence as a answer.
Nervously, Dany proceeded deeper into the dungeon, being mindful to watch her footing as she stepped over what looked like roots of that odd black material. The stench it was producing grew steadily worse as Dany approached what she could only assume was the source of... whatever all of this was. The bars of the cell had seemingly been ripped apart by the black biomass that erupted from it, which in turn allowed the substance to quickly spread out across the dungeon. Dany made to pass it by until she noticed something through the small entryway that was left, placed between two uneven walls of the black, inky material that looked more like walls of flesh when she dared to look closer.
A small mound sat in the middle of the cell, and partially exposed at the top was a pale figure.
"Peter!" Dany cried as she slipped through the small passage, shivering in disgust as her bare shoulders and arms briefly touched the material and some of it clung to her dress and approached the mound her friend was in.
The tar, mud, whatever it was, suddenly shivered as the Targaryen drew closer before it began to slowly recede enough to expose more of Peter's body. Once enough had been exposed, Dany quickly reached out to grab her friend by the shoulders, which seemed larger then she remembered, and proceeded to pull him free of the small mound he was in with all of her strength. The material he was half buried in seemed to actually hiss in displeasure and for a moment, offered up resistance to Dany's attempts to pull her friend free before it grew slack and Dany found herself almost falling over with Peter on top of her.
But once Peter's head jostled against his shoulder, casuing his face to turn towards Dany, she almost dropped him in horror.
His face had become incredibly pale, almost white as snow, his jaw had undergone some horrific change, now being larger and wider, enough that Dany knew an entire person's head could be placed inside and still have enough room to turn. His teeth had lengthened by several inches until they were like knives almost and a long, barbed, monstrous tongue hung lazily from his maw. But it was his eyes that truly horrified Dany, how they grew several times over, reached back towards his ear before curving upwards until his temples and curling slightly at the end. The skin around his 'eye sockets' was torn and bloodied, while his 'eyes' were a milky pale color, with no signs of his irises or any notion that he could even see.
It was then that Dany's gaze was drawn tot he rest of Peter's body and saw that his clothes had been torn, exposing more of his pale body, now larger from muscle he didn't have before. She could also see he was covered in what looked to be black veins, all pulsing and throbbing underneath his skin and spreading whatever that oily substance within them was.
The sight was sickening to her, it looked unnatural, it looked wrong, as if-
"Magnificent, isn't he?"
Dany's eyes widened in horror as she turned to look over her shoulder to see the merchant from the market standing behind her, smiling.
"I'm not going to hurt you child." the man said as he held his hands up to show he wasn't armed.
"W-What... what did you do to him?!" Dany demanded as she held Peter closer to her, doing her best to shield her friend from this... thing, with her own body.
"Nothing he hadn't asked for, I assure you." the merchant said as his gaze briefly flickered towards Peter's unconscious form "Don't fret, he'll be fine. His body is simply getting used to the... addition, he received is all. Though I reckon he'll be a bit sensitive to the light for some time. Light was something the Dark One never quite liked once it came into being-"
"Shut up!" Dany shouted.
She had no idea what this thing was going on about nor did she care, all that mattered was finding out just what in all of the Hells known and unknown had happened to her beloved friend. This living oily tar, whatever it was, those monstrous changes she saw on Peter's face, they weren't natural, nor did they seem to be any kind of gift, if anything it seemed he was cursed.
"I don't see why your upset my lady, it's what you wished for after all." the merchant said.
"I did not wish for this!" Dany hissed at the man with a burning rage.
"Didn't you?" the man replied as he was suddenly holding up the very mirror Dany had looked into, a image of Dany, older, standing beside that armored man and the two women. "I showed you a possibility and you said it was beyond your ability to have as you were then, so you held the mirror, your future to me and said 'would you please?'. We even sealed the transaction with blood, which is as binding as it gets."
Dany's eyes widened at this "But I didn't-"
"You really should choose your words with more care in the future... your majesty." the man grinned, his eyes black as the abyss itself as he slowly retreated into the shadows before vanishing entirely "Now, if you don't mind, I need to see to someone else and ready her arrival. Take care for now, Princess."
And just as suddenly as the strange man appeared, he was gone, leaving Dany alone with only her friend.
'What in the Gods name is that thing?' Dany thought with fear before she heard a faint groan from Peter, drawing her attention back to him.
The horrid features his face had only moments ago were gone, his eyes seemed back to normal, as was his mouth, but his skin was still pale and she could make out faint, black veins under his skin.
"P-Peter?" Dany whispered as she gently cupped his face and shook his head "Peter?"
For a moment, he laid there, seemingly dead to the world, before his entire body suddenly tensed and his eyes flew open. Dany had only just been able to lean back as Peter sat up and looked around frantically.
"What in the hells?!" Peter said as he quickly scrambled to his feet, his gaze darting all over the cell before he noticed Dany, sitting on her knees, looking up at him with shock, confusion and worry "Dany? W-What are you doing here?"
"Peter, what- what happened to you?" Dany said as she frantically gestured to the large masses of inky black tar surrounding them "What is this? Where did it come from?"
Peter's brow furrowed in confusion as he looked around at the substance that surrounded them "I... I uh... umm... it's... I'm not..."
He honestly had no idea what in the Seven Hells he was looking at to be honest. It looked something akin to tar, or maybe oil if it was mixed with mud, frozen then partially melted to make some kind of inky looking slush. Curious, Peter reached out to touch some of the material on the wall and found that it was damp, incredibly cold, and felt like he was touching a mixture of moss and mud. But somehow, Peter felt it was... alive, in a sense, he could feel that it knew where it was, what was around it, what was touching it and because Peter was touching it, he could somehow feel what it was feeling, know what it knew.
"Oh this is just wrong..." Peter said as he tore his hand away from the... material.
Peter looked down at his hand and watched with morbid fascination as the bits of the black mass seemed to burrow itself into Peter's. It didn't hurt, it didn't tickle, it just felt... well he couldn't quite explain it, but it felt right to be together again. With a shake of his head at this feeling, Peter turned to see that Dany was no longer looking up at him, but rather, to the lower portion of his body, with a growing blush on her face.
Confused, Peter looked down to see what she was staring at only to see that he was completely bare.
"Gods!" Peter said as he covered his cock with one hand while he frantically looked around for something to use to better cover himself with.
The black biomass surrounding them began to finally recede, most of it looked to be shriveling up and turning to dust while some looked like it was being absorbed into the ground and walls as if it was water. Dany had shot to her feet and did her best to not touch the biomass as it slowly dissipated, pulling on her dress to keep it from being touched by the inky material.
"Are... are you doing this?" Dany asked as she looked towards Peter who shrugged in response.
"I have no idea, honestly." Peter said as he watched the cell slowly return to his previous, depressing state.
But something was different about the cell, aside from the fact the cell bars had been ripped free and Dany was standing in the middle of it all with a look of worry and confusion. The walls, ceiling and floor, somehow, the stone seemed... dead, as if it somehow had whatever sense of life in it stolen away, leaving what could only be described as dead looking rock. The lighting of the dungeon also felt different, it felt empty, lacking any sort of warm one would associate with light, especially in such a usually dark and dreary place like a dungeon.
"Come, we need to leave, now." Dany said as she reached out and took Peter's hand and began to pull him out of the cell and towards the stairs.
"W-Wait, what about Doreah?" Peter said as they passed say woman's cell only for Peter to see it was empty.
"She's upstairs Peter, she's fine." Dany said as she struggled to pull Peter after her, he was noticeably heavier now, likely a result of all that extra mass he now had on his body.
"W-W-Where we going?" Peter asked as he nearly slipped going up the stairs.
"Away from here. I'll explain once we get out of here and get you something to wear." Dany answered, she could hear Illyrio's voice at the stop, along with that of several of his men and if she was correct, Ser Jorah.
"O-Okay..." Peter said as he glanced over his shoulder and back down towards the dungeon below.
The dark... he... he didn't want to leave it for some reason.
...
On a small hill that overlooked Pentos, a man close to forty name days sat on a simple folding chair, a telescope set up next to it, aimed at the Dothraki camp that had sprung up near the city walls being quickly taken down in preparation for the horde's departure. He was dressed in the colors of his family's house, a dark green tunic with black trousers and boots and a dark purple jerkin with small silver buttons shaped into pumpkins. The man ran a hand over his short, dark orangish-red colored hair, cut and styled short in a manner that some thought to be reminiscent of a row of crops.
He was Norman Osborn, the Lord of Duskendale, following House Rykker's removal after Robert's Rebellion, and right now the man was annoyed.
"Gods, I can smell the horses from here. It's a wonder anyone's been ambushed by them." Norman said with eyes narrowed as he watched the Dothraki horde begin it's journey, most likely to Vaes Dothrak, through his telescope.
He could just make out the silvery-gold hair of Viserys and his sister, it seemed Khal Drogo wants to introduce his new bride to the Dosh Khaleen and they can take part in whatever barbaric rituals the horse savages loved to celebrate.
"Hmmm, this complicates things." Norman sighed as he leaned away from his telescope and ran a hand across his face.
Getting to the Targaryens will be difficult, he only had forty men, only one of them a Knight, while the Dothraki horde numbered in the tens of thousands. Ambushing them would be next to impossible, dozens if not hundreds of scouts will be traveling around the horde, on the lookout for enemies, and finding a fighting force large enough and bold enough to meet the horde head on so Norman's men could slip in through the chaos and kill them would be extremely costly. With an annoyed grunt, Norman watched the Dothraki as they slowly traveled east on the old dragon road that once connected the city to the ancient network of roads created by the Valyrians, creating a large storm of dust from the various slaves, horses and carts that made up the massive host.
He could ride ahead of the Horde and wait for them at Vaes Dothrak and when Drogo's people arrive, ambush his Targaryen bride and good brother and kill them both himself. The city may forbid weapons from being carried within it's boarders, Norman was confident he could strangle the life out of both brother and sister. Of course, doing such a thing posed a great risk to himself as the Dothraki were unlikely to let a murderer of such a powerful Khal's wife escape.
"Infuriating, isn't it?"
Norman turned away from his observations of the departing Horde to see Ser Alistair Smythe approaching him, donned in dull grey plate armor, his helm held in the crook of his arm while his free hand rested on the hilt of his bastard sword.
"I suppose it is." Norman said as he held Smythe's gaze for a moment before it returned to that of the Dothraki horde "Robert's been looking for that little prick and his sister for years now. To think I find them on the day I was to leave for home and force me to delay my departure."
Personally, Norman would very much like to return to Duskendale, and fix whatever damage his incompetent son may have managed to inflict upon it and that of their House since his departure to Essos, but if word were to reach King Robert through his eunuchs' many spies of Norman finding the last Targaryen children and did nothing to kill them...
"Send word back to Kings Landing, tell them the Targaryens have entered a pact with a Khal by the name of Drogo through a marriage with Viserys' sister." Norman instructed the knight with a frustrated sigh "We'll follow after them and wait for an opportunity to slay them both, or at the very least, Viserys."
"Yes, my lord." Alistair bowed and turned to leave before he stopped and turned back towards Norman with a frown "Do you wish to send any word to your son?"
Norman hummed at this "Yes, actually. Tell him that MY House better be prospering when I return or I shall see to it that he spends the last days of his life rotting at the Wall with his elder brothers and his uncle."
Alistair nodded at this and took his leave while Norman began to slowly pack his things in preparation for his own departure.
It was to be a long ride to Vaes Dothrak.
...
And done.
Next chapter, A bloodied night...
answers to reviewers' questions and statements:
roxasduelwielder: Of a sorts.
Bladewolf101: It's ASOIAF, it'll be as bloody as it needs to be when it needs to be.
War Sage: Illyrio and Varys are unaware of the marriage pact that was made between the Martells and, at the time, Daenerys and Viserys caretaker, Ser Willem Dary.
Guest: If I was pissed, I wouldn't have responded in the first place, I'm just responding to your questions and or comments. It it struck a nerve, wasn't the intent.
gontheone: Peter's powers will somewhat be in line with his usual abilities. At times Peter will be off on his own, doing his own thing for one reason or another.
Spiraling Fan 3128: In what way is he taking the 'lovable idiot' trope to annoying levels? Because he wasn't magically aware that Dany's interested in him despite never showing any real signs that she is until she literally had to spell it out to him because she realized she needed to be direct?
Fudo Ayakashi: Do you actually know what torture porn is? Your comment indicates you don't.
Anime007: No idea.
Zhorvak: Yeah... too bad she's apparently been shacking it up with Nightcrawler who's since become a poor man's Spider-man apparently. I haven't been keeping track of the X-men since Jean Grey was revived.