Daenerys III

"This dress is quite lovely, wouldn't you say," Viserys was holding the dress right in front of Dany's eyes. He smiled at her, eyes filled with joy "Go ahead, feel it."

Dany reached forward as her brother commanded, and felt the silk of the deep plum dress glide through her hand. It was incredibly soft, so soft that she wondered if she could even truly wear it. For such fabric must be worth more than a whole box of jewels. Originally, it had been meant for her wedding to the Khal in the coming months, but…

"It shall be your dress tonight," Viserys wasn't looking at her. His eyes were off, far off, pointed west across the Narrow Sea to the Sunset Kingdoms, "The night of our wedding," where before yesterday, he had never conceived of her as his bride, but now, "The night we follow in the footsteps of our ancestors," and he then almost sang their names once more, "Of Aegon and Rhaenys."

'Yet it is our Rhaenys that is to play the role of Visenya,' Dany could remember that much from the tales that Viserys told, but she did not voice it. The dragon seemed to be as ready to wake as ever, even if it was jubilation rather than rage that was prodding it from its slumber. Dany just nodded in agreement with her brother as he continued to nearly dance as he held the silk, 'Avoiding the dragon would be best, certainly it will be when the dragons themselves are brought back.'

"Oh, we are so blessed to have found Mairu," Viserys continued. Dany gave a look down to Viserys' side, and saw that Blackfyre was tied to his waist, the Valyrian Steel shining from the glint of the midday sun. The sword had been all that was needed to make Viserys believe every word from Mairu's mouth, and the other things he'd shown had only further caused Mairu to rise in her brother's esteem. He had show spells of greater strength than they'd ever seen from any of the magician's who called the Free Cities their homes, and he had identified Rhaenys from Sheera. But most importantly, "Once we have the Dragons, there will be no need of that horse king and his ten thousand steeds."

Dragons. Mairu had promised them dragons. The Mage had presented three eggs he had found under Illyrio's possession, and promised a spell that would revive them. Viserys had been in deep conversation with the man for many hours to discuss how to complete the ritual to revive the great beasts. And once the Dragons were returned to this world, then it would only be a question of time. To hold up here, with enough mercenaries and magic to hold the Usurper's spies and minions at bay until they were grown, and to cross the sea once.

For Viserys to become Aegon the Conqueror renewed.

"So much better this way," Viserys mused aloud, laying the dress down on Dany's bed, and almost seeming to dance as he seemed to prepare himself to go and return to his own rooms, for his own preparations, "I never wished for you to marry that horse humper," Dany wondered if this was meant to somehow be an apology, though she knew it never really could be.

"A King Must Never Apologize."

Twas what their father had taught Viserys all those years ago. That was what Viserys had always said. She wouldn't know, her father had been dead when she'd been born. And of course, her mother had swiftly been taken by the Stranger as well. Viserys had never forgiven her for that, or for the troubles she'd caused him. The food and clothing and shelter that she'd cost that caused him to have to part with more and more of the treasures Willem Darry had managed to steal away from the Seven Kingdoms. This sudden concern, and the assurance she would be treated well as Viserys wife…

'Seems so much a falsehood,' she looked over at Viserys, who was staring out the window once more, 'Just what he came up with to justify his next move.'

"Tomorrow, we shall be on our way," he said, to himself, more than to anyone else. Dany nearly fell back as he watched his smile become more reptilian, "And all of them, all those who failed to see the greatness of the House Targaryen will burn for their insolence."

And for a moment, nothing else happened. Dany could just stare at her brother, while her brother more than likely ran through every promise of friendship and support that inevitably failed to be brought forward. But he had power now, or at least seeming access to more of it than could be believed. And should Mairu really be able to deliver the dragons he promised Dany's brother, there would be no one in the known world who could stop them from their victory.

'What if the dragons don't come back?' she could not help but consider, and the thought of Viserys rage, and the likely target of the awakened dragon was enough to stay her saying it aloud. So many had let them down, even Illyrio, the man who Viserys had long assured her would truly manage to finally restore them, had turned out to be a traitor. She thought then, "What if this Mairu is like all the others, promising sweet nothings that he never could give?'

"Now then," Viserys seemed to return to his senses somewhat, and began to make leave of Dany and her room, "Our wedding shall be just before sunset," Dany could see the sun was still rising, so there was at least a few hours before she was wed, "Make sure that you are in the dress and properly ready for the ceremony."

"Yes…your grace," she added quickly, though Viserys did not seem to notice her hesitation.

"Excellent sweet sister," he then chuckled slightly, "Sweet Daenerys," he giggled again, and continued out, "You shall meet with the serving girls, and they shall help prepare you to be properly dressed for the evening. You will then join Rhaenys for the wedding in her pavilion," the thought of the former serving girl, who always hated her, sharing a room with Dany seemed to be something of a misguided idea, "and then, with an hour before sunset, we shall make vows, and prepare for the feast that will mark the beginning of my reign."

The serving girls, slaves in all but name, had spent an hour preparing her for the wedding. The dress of fine silk had slid over her body like water over rock. After a thorough washing and brushing, they had twisted her hair into elaborate braids, supposedly in a style similar to what was known of an old Valyrian Dynasty. Then there had been jewels and gold, bracelets and rings and necklaces, all of which had different Valyrian markings, glyphs or symbols.

"You look as one of the princesses of the fourteen flames," one of the girls had said as she had been allowed to see herself in the mirror. Dany had been told all about them, and she hoped beyond hope that this spell did not result in Dany sharing a similar fate to those princesses as they were burnt to cinders by the uncontrollable flames.

"Thank you," she said, striving to maintain her courtesy. The slave girls nodded, and began to lead her out into the courtyard.

There were dozens of men, all armed, moving around the place. Perhaps there was over a hundred, but Daenerys did not have the ability to count them all up as she was moved along to the "Bridal Pavilion", where she was to wait for the ceremony. Some were native Pentosi, that mix of Andal, Rhoyne and Valyrian blood that had come to populate the northwestern free cities. There were a few from other areas, with some of Ghis descent, or from the Summer Isles. But really, the core of the force was Dothraki, skin darkened by blood and by the constant sun. From what she had come to understand, most of these were exiles, men whose Khalisars had kicked them out or been destroyed by another. They had been offered both coin from Illyrio's treasure, and the promise of support of their return to the heights of their tribes.

That they might get some revenge on Khal Drogo, whose family had caused some great misfortune to Yenno, was seen as a further sweetener of the deal.

Yet the thought of all these men staring at her as she passed, it brought back the fears she had had of Drogo himself. Part of her wondered if Khal Drogo had heard about the sudden change in plans. And that only furthered the growing terror in her belly that the plans her brother and the mage had crafted would prove to be more dangerous than they had thought. Certainly, if Illyrio's descriptions of Khal Drogo were at all close to the actual man, then they had perhaps angered a man of great anger and power.

Still, that was not for her to think about, not for the nonce at least. She wished to survive the night, and as long as she made sure to keep her voice and head down, she should be able to make it through it. And if the dragons did come…

'It might be nice to fly on the back of one,' she thought, taking one last look up to the clouds in the sky, before entering the pavilion.

The pavilion…was not a real pavilion, not really. It was really only one of the several dining rooms that were scattered across the manse. Illyrio had had them eat here on one of the early days, and originally explained his plan to marry Dany to Drogo. Then her brother had only seemed too willing to hand her over, but now, this was to be where she waited to take his side for the rest of her life.

Still, while not a true pavilion, it was nice enough, with white linens and cloths covering the side of the room, keeping anyone from looking in at the new brides. However, they did not make the room itself too dark, allowing Dany to easily see the many different marble statues and golden trinkets lining the room. There were two great tapestries, showing the scenes from Valyrian History. She could recognize the discovery of the eggs in the Fourteen flames, yet the others escaped her memory. Honestly, Dany had never seen a room as rich as this one, and she could not help but wonder where all these decorations had come from. Certainly, Illyrio had not seemed to keep this much richness around the main halls.

'Perhaps in the cellar,' Dany thought. Illyrio had clearly been exceedingly wealthy, yet, 'Or perhaps we are using all the man's money to buy as many pretty things as possible, as our price for his deception.'

That certainly seemed to be the case when Dany finally saw her fellow bride.

Rhaenys was lounging along an ornate couch, one that was far too wide for her thin frame. She was dressed much like Dany, though Dany could tell the things she had been given had been done quickly. While Dany's plum dress mixed well with her gold collar and braids and bracelets, Rhaenys was dressed in a silk vermillion dress, which classed with the silver trinkets and collar that adorned her neck. Her hair also did not bend in the same way, and Dany could see Rhaenys hair struggling to break free of the braids it had been forced into.

Yet Dany could not help but feel small as her gaze fixed on the older girl. While the trappings and garments strained against her and themselves, Rhaenys busied herself with a harp in her hand, and a gentle smile on her face. She continued to strum along the strings as she stared at the instrument. Yet her lazy movement brought bright music out of the wood and string, something that Dany thought that a lifetime of practice could never allow her to accomplish.

"For who does the caged bird sing,
Whose music through our ears does ring.
The thick long bars lock it's wing,
And the neck tightened with golden ring."

Rhaenys didn't even bother to look up. Dany watched as the silk covered hands danced along the oxheart strings. The way the older Targaryen, for that what Rhaenys undeniably was, ruled the harp was even more daunting from Dany not remembering the girl ever practicing.

"Doth she remember what she lost
For all good things, come at cost.
But with her mate, souls star-crossed,
She brings south, a child of frost.

"Tis beautiful," Dany finally managed to say, snapping Rhaenys from her trance. The tune she had been weaving with the strings of the harp became discordant, with more than a few notes not being played as they must. Indeed, it looked as if several of Rhaenys fingers slid out of place, and it was a wonder that the girl did not break the harp. Rhaenys took one look down at the instrument, and then glared up at Dany. Dany winced underneath the withering stare, and then offered a, "Sorry," in hope that her soon to be sister would not be so angry with her.

"My song," the older girl growled, looking down at the instrument once more, "I shall have to tune it once more," for a second, she brought her right hand up to the the top of the harp, where several metal twists sat connecting the string to the wood, "If I am to perform for our lord husband one of my father's last ballads, I must be sure it is perfect."

"Rhaegar wrote ballads?" Dany asked. Twas not something that Viserys would focus on. Viserys would often speak of Rhaegar, but far more in the way of a warrior. The flashing black metal, the shining light coming from the reflections off his ruby dragon, the dozens of victories in jousts. TO hear that the fierce warrior of her mind was also a harper…

"Why yes," Rhaenys said, "He was the greatest of his age," she made to take one last twist on the top row, "Now I mus…"

"What is it?" Dany asked, looking at Rhaenys for a moment. She saw that her niece had seized up, not moning an inch, as the older girl stared down at her right hand. Dany took a moment to see that at the tip of Rhaenys right index finger, there was a break where the white silk split and and a darker skin was visible. For a moment, Rhaenys took in several deep breaths, before suddenly, she twisted her head around, before snapping at one of the nearest slaves.

"I must have this glove fixed," she held the hand up into the air, as the seamstress suddenly rushed over, "I care not what it looks like, but these must cover my hands for the ceremony today," the older woman rushed over. Yet on that seamstresses face was some kind of annoyed frown. Rhaenys held her hand in front of the woman, "Yes, this, fix it immediately."

"S-Your Grace," the woman finally spoke up, hiding quite clearly what she'd been about to say, "I shall have this glove fixed within an hour if you will take it off so I may work the seam."

"Take it off?" and now Illyrio's old couch seemed even larger, almost swallowing Rhaenys as she sat there. The old woman just nodded, and then Rhaenys, her left hand shaking, reached up to the bottom of the glove, and pulled the damaged covering off. She then handed it over to the seamstress, who snorted at the shaking that the new princess was performing, and then taking it over to a small table so she might begin to sow. Rhaenys lowered her now uncovered right hand low, and Dany only caught a glimpse of it.

The hand was marked with old only mostly healed cuts. Two crossed the back of her hand, and once went over her middle knuckle. It was the callouses and old barely healed blisters that were the most damaging though. Rhaenys's right hand looked almost like the surface of the an old used road, with many crevices and holes, and raised small hills. Dany had not noticed all this before, as she had never attempted to look at the other girl's hands, but now, it was hard not to have her eyes drawn to the damaged appendage. Noticing Dany's stare, Rhaenys shot the right hand beneath a cushion on the chair, and glared at Dany.

"Would be best for you not to bring this to our husband's attention," the older girl declared. Dany just continued to stare at Rhaenys, but she nodded.

'I'd have thought that Viserys would obviously know she had been a slave girl,' Dany considered to herself, before shaking her head.

"Rhaenys," Dany said, getting the older girl to look at her directly, "How are you feeling for this evening," she fidgeted for a moment, hoping this may distract from the distaste she had somehow inspired in this other girl, "Do you feel prepared for our wedding, and for…what comes after."

"I've been ready for this for years," Rhaenys answered incredibly quickly. Dany blinked at the pure speed of the response, but Rhaenys continued, "God, to be knowing I'm about to be married…to be a princess again," Rhaenys mouth curled upward once more, as the joy almost oozed from her voice. Dany was not used to the girl being this willing to talk with her, so she was only further shocked when Rhaenys added, "I haven't been a princess since I was four."

"Really," Dany said. Part of her wanted to ask about Mata, the older woman always having been so sweet. But she had heard about the rage that Rhaenys had for the woman who had been so sweet to them both, as far as Dany was concerned, so she did not wish to press.

"Yes," Rhaenys looked over at a mirror, "Ever since Papa…and Mama…ever since they died," Dany again remembered that Rhaenys had been old enough to remember Rhaegar and his wife, "Ever since Papa rode away on his horse, and Mama ran back to that room, I've been a slave," she fidgeted slightly, trying to keep her right hand hidden from the mirror so she would not have to see it, "Oh, the Pentosi say they have abolished slavery, but tis a lie," she seemed to grow angry, "Mata…mata signed us away to slavery. She said that it was the only way we could avoid being found by our family's enemies," she then barked out a laugh, "As far as it seemed, if Illyrio had some dark plans for us, we had just traded one doom for another."

"She," Dany felt the need to defend Mata, but one look from the older woman caused her to close her mouth quickly.

'Mata seemed to try her best,' Dany thought, 'And at least Rhaenys had a mother to call her own. I had no mother to hold me,' she felt herself wince, 'not since my mother died giving birth to me.'

"So, I was a slave," Rhaenys said, before patting down the couch she was laying in, "All for that fat man who used this couch. I tell you, more than once I'd bring the food or wine he asked her, and," she made a great movement of her arm, as though smacking someone with the back of her hand, "I would get my head knocked nearly off," she growled, "And Mata did nothing about it. She did not fight him, or ask where a man like him thought he could treat a girl like that," she then looked to the ground, "Especially a princess."

"Illyrio seems callous," Daenerys admitted, "Of course, as a servant like you, there was litt-"

"She was the only one who could have done anything," Rhaneys seethed, "All it would take was for her to reveal that Aegon and I are who we are, and any of that treatment would stop," Rhaenys lost her composure, and brought her right hand up to her shoulder, and squeezed, "That's all it would have taken."

'Perhaps it might,' Dany thought, and she could at least feel some pity for the pain of being a young girl and struck by a man full grown, 'yet I was still hit despite being a princess. And there was even less for you to use to buy influence than Viserys and I.'

"She wouldn't even let us hold onto our names," Rhaenys continued, "I was to be Sheera, and Aegon," at the name of her brother, Rhaenys stopped, and just stared at the mirror. For a while, Dany wondered if something had happened like the ripping of the glove, but she could see slowly that some tears were beginning to pool beneath her soon to be fellow wife's eyes, "Gods, Aegon was the worst," she shook her head, "The poor boy never realized who he was, and now he lives in denial."

Rhaenys then turned her head toward Dany, "You must see what was taken from my brother then," she stated as matter of fact, "That my brother, he doesn't even realize what was taken from him. And the lies she told," Rhaenys growled, "Mata insulted Papa. She called him foolish, and stupid, and arrogant," she growled, "But Papa was so smart, and so brave, and so wonderful. I remember," she stopped, her eyes now far off, perhaps back in the Red Keep Viserys had spoken so much of, "I remember, when he and I would play with each other. He'd take time to tell me stories, and he sang to me," she was actually crying now, tears flowing down her face, "Gods, he could sing. I think the birds actually still sing his songs now, all to mock the usurper from stealing away from the world such a man."

"Surely," Dany added, not wishing to have all this emotion from the woman across from her turn to rage. There were enough dragons to deal with in her brother's bosom. No need to add her niece's rage to her difficulties as well.

"But that shall all be over soon," Rhaenys smiled, "Tis as though yesterday, once that great mage removed the die," Dany could remember the story of how Mairu had used a spell to remove that "Terrible Splotch" and how it had lead to Rhaenys now to officially be recognized as her family, "He is a master of such arts, surely he shall bring the dragons back," she then stretched her hands out as though they were the wings of a bird, "And once they are back, then we shall be on our way to going home," she then let her arms down, and then held out her right hand, "Once he sees our Dragons, even Aegon will see this life, and Mata, have been nothing but a curse for us," she then returned to hiding the hand, "The ritual shall be completed, and we shall return to our home."

"Yes," Dany nodded. The thought of Bael-Aegon joining them was nice to her. Viserys had been dismissive of Aegon, but that was perhaps for the best. Viserys would be more likely to allow him to join them if he was still seen as beneath Viserys as the true king, after all. And as long as the three of them had dragons, and Aegon did not, then Viserys would be able to clearly hold his position as the dominant male in the family, and thus the rightful king.

"That shall be enough," Rhaenys said once more, turning her head back, "That shall be enough to show I am right," Rhaenys reached down, and used one of the cushions to wipe away the tears down her eyes. She stared at the cushion, and then scoffed, "Ah, look at me, I allowed my anger to cloud my control, I shall have to have it done again if I am to be presentable for my wedding night."
She then clapped her hand, and two servants came running over to her. Over the next few minutes, the girls around Rhaenys seemed to do whatever it took to prepare the girl for her appearance. At the same time, the old seamstress returned, with the glove looking good as new. A few moments more preparation, and then Rhaenys was looking as lovely as she had before. In particular, she seemed to love the gloves, holding them out in front of her face, smiling at the pale cover of her fingers. Now, her hands seemed so smooth, as though the surface was actually untouched snow.

Almost as though she'd never been a servant at all.

"Well," Rhaenys spoke up, pushing her way up from her couch, some hours after Dany had come in and joined her in their "Bridal Pavilion", "It does appear that it is about time for us to be wed."

Dany felt a chill run up her back, but she nodded. At this point, she was in it with her brother, and at least she was used to him. That, at least, could be some comfort to her as she had always known her fate was tied to his.

There were horns beginning to play outside of the room. They weren't all together, with many of the instruments playing out of turn, but it was still an impressive level of noise. Several men in brass armor, mercenaries, hurried inside, spears at their side and with dragons adorning their breastplates. The two stared at them, nodding at Dany and Rhaenys. Rhaenys almost jumped from the couch, the smile covering her face as she moved toward the door. Dany watched as the older girl swiftly calmed herself, stopping for a second run her gloved hands over her dress, pushing any creases out of the fabric, and adopting a demure stance. Dany, realizing that she was to do so as well, hurried behind the older girl, and planted her feet behind Rhaenys.

After a moment, the tune of the horns changed, and Rhaenys, somehow remembering the signals that had gone from Dany's tossed apart mind, marched out, with Dany doing her best to follow.

Outside, they came to the second largest courtyard in the manse. Where the main courtyard, where she had often met Mata, had been fully paved, with nothing but cobblestone and perhaps a few benches of stone, this one was far more decorated. There were four long gardens through the courtyard's center, two by two lengthwise, with dry date trees rising to the sky, dozens of the fruits hanging down in massive clumps. Along the walls were clinging vines that had been manicured by the servants of the manse to form patterns like one would see on a great carpet. She had once heard that some in Volantis could actually turn vines such as this into living tapestries, though these vines alone were enough to be truly impressive.

Alongside these plants, were six wooden platforms Five were arranged with a fully square one in the center, and the other four going out from that, like the spokes of a wheel. The sixth was in between two of the spokes that were going off in their own direction, and was the largest of the four spoke platforms were long, with enough room for at least fifty wealthy guests, most of whom were already sitting at their tables, likely waiting to be treated well as the elite of Pentos. The central platform's table only had three seats, with two silver chairs to the left and right of a gold one. The chairs faced away from Dany, and towards the sixth platform, which was really like two platforms, with one on the ground over a small set of wood, with a column shooting up through the middle, and a second platform hanging at least two stories up, a small ladder hanging against it.

There were dozens of armed men around, mostly the Dothraki exiles. Unlike the few guards that had just escorted them out from the "Bridal Pavilion", they were all in their usual garb. That more than likely showed the lack of time that had been given for the organization, but it was enough to present a fierce visage to the area.

"Ah, my wives," Dany turned to see her brother. Viserys Targaryen now was adorned in a black woolen tunic, a scarlet dragon breathing scarlet flames on his chest. On his head rested a long golden crown, with three red rubies cut into the front of it. At his side, in a silver scabbard, was the handle of their legendary sword, the mighty Blackflyre. He extended his arms out, though he made no movement to pull Dany or Rhaenys closer to him, "Come, we must have our feast, and then, once the food has been provided, we shall say our vows, and begin the ceremony."

Rhaenys, once overcome with her giddiness, restrained herself almost she appeared to be as solid as the stones she stood upon. She strode forward to a place directly in front of Viserys, and bowed her head so low, it nearly fell beneath her waist, "I have come, your grace," she said firmly, "To take my place as your wife, mother of your children, and queen of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men," as she stood back to her full height, Dany could see the relaxed manner of Rhaenys, and almost envied the gleeful expression that overcame Viserys face.

Dany made her move next, and walked up as swiftly as she could while holding a similar gait to her elder. She made her way before Viserys, and then bowed, before repeating the same, "I have come your grace," she said, "To take my place as your wife, mother of your children, and queen of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men," Dany looked up, and saw less overt joy in Viserys now, but saw him put that away, as he nodded at her.

"I, Viserys Targaryen," her brother said, "Do so welcome you, my wives, to this," The smile returned, as suddenly to the rest of the courtyard, "To the rebirth of the Targaryen Dynasty," there was a polite applause from the guests, though Dany could here that not all of them were quite so impressed as Viserys had hoped, "For here, after our ceremony is completed," he waved his hands toward the sixth platform, "And with that, I shall cast down the usurper, and show the world that I am the king of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men."

Both Dany and Rhaenys bowed their heads, and soon all three of them had ascended the middle platform to their seats.

The feast that came shocked Dany, and she would strive to eat up as much as she could despite the nervous thoughts at the back of her head. There was a wide assortment of fish wheeled out to the tables, steamed mostly, with the scales of their body filed away to reveal sweet smelling cutlets of meat. These were joined by hundreds of cooked birds, a mix of chickens and quail, all of them smelling of being baked in saffron, giving them a distinct orange appearance. There were stuffed peppers, several of them oozing out the filling, revealing an aroma of a dozens of different spices of Yi Ti wafting from the burst insides. There was beef and lamb and pork, all carried on separate platters. This was washed down with massive pitchers of spiced wine, some of which Dany tried, though she soon stopped so she might not be sick and risk waking the dragon.

Dany noticed that Rhaenys was also sampling the foods around her as well, though she seemed to not have any sort of fear in savoring the meal. She would at times pick up some poached crab or spiced sausage, and then take her time chewing the food for all she could, closing her eyes as she took in the tastes of the food. Dany could not help but notice the older girl's frame, and then wondered if she had ever had any food as rich or expensive as those she was devouring now.

Rhaenys did not have to worry, because Viserys himself was too caught up in staring at the raised platform in front of him to bother checking to see if his future wives were showing proper etiquette. Indeed, Dany could not help but see nothing but hunger in her brother's eyes, as they leered at the scaffolding. Dany could see oil now gleaming form the side of the platform, and rope having been set up along the middle column.

'What…what could that be for,' Dany wondered, before suddenly, Viserys stood up, and began to speak with teh fullness of his voice.

"My friends," Viserys said, "Tis been such a wonderful evening, one that I am sure you are enjoying," there was a smattering of ascent to the proposition. Viserys continued, "I have been blessed by two," Viserys waved his hands out to his side, toward Dany and Rhaenys, "magnificent wives. I shall assure you that they shall be mothers admired by all for their devotion to the future of our dynasty."

Again, there was another round of applause. Then, Dany could see some activity in the corner of her eye. One of the doors began to open, revealing several dozen men struggling with something.

Viserys did not pay it any mind, continuing his speech, "I know, however, you must be asking yourself a difficult question," he shook his head, "With what do I plan to take my home back from the Usurper with. I have no army, no fleet," he then stopped, and pointed as the first man walked out from that side room, "Well, I answer," the man stopped, and held up a case with three oblong objects, "I shall revive the dragons with a grave magic."

There were some murmurs, more than a few seeming to make fun of VIserys, but with the food and with the dozens of dothraki about, none of the men made open question of Viserys claim. Instead, they sat there, waiting for him to continue, which he swiftly did.

"These are the eggs of the dragon," the King in Exile said, "Now, they are beautiful, but alone, would not be considered enough to truly bring back the dragon," while he continued, the man carried the case up the ladder of the sixth platform, placing them swiftly atop the higher section of it, "But during the past few days, I have worked with a mage of great skill on finding a way to revive the dragons using these eggs."

At that, there was a great flash, and suddenly, Mairu was standing right before the sixth platform, many of the guests letting out gasps at his sudden appearance. The robed man then cast several spells, filling the darkening air with light. That…was enough to at least keep the guests calm, though Dany doubt many actually believed that the dragons could come back.

"Your grace," Mairu bowed beneath Viserys' gaze, "I am merely a humble servant, one who wishes to honor your greatness, and restore your rights," he then rose himself up, and smiled, "The Dragons in these eggs are not dead, but they rest in an endless sleep," there were more murmurs, "They should not revive, but we have discovered that there is a ritual to force the dragons to hatch themselves, ready serve you, and your wives, in the restoration of your rights."

Dany looked over at Rhaenys, whose face was covered in nearly identical gaze as Viserys. Like her brother, she remembered the home she had lost, so it was not unreasonable for her to be so devoted to returning across the sea.

"And to do so, we must use a dark spell," Mairu then pointed at the platform, "For you see, dragons must be warmed inside their shells, so that they feel the need to burst free from the eggs, and spread their wings and fly," as he did so, a large crowd of men, were busy slowly moving towards the sixth platform, "Yet no ordinary flames can awaken dragons," he then shrugged his shoulders, "For Royal blood shall be needed for this ritual. In fact, not just royal blood, but a royal soul," the magician's smile then grew somehow wider, "Luckily, we just so happen to have a worthy sacrifice."

It was then that Dany saw Baelon being dragged among the men to the platform for the fire. Her eyes widened at the sight of the young man, who was doing what he could to fight out of the grip of his captors.

"What!?"

Dany didn't need to look to see that Rhaenys was now staring in shock, her glee and good cheer nearly completely dropped. While her niece's face was one of horror, Viserys's visage was one of measure calm, if not a type of calculated anticipation, as he watched ropes be pulled from the central column towards Baelon, and begin to be tied around the boy who they both knew now to be family.

"Terrible magic," Viserys finally said, "But, I assure you, dear Aegon," Rhaenys now looked at Viserys in utter horror, as Dany's brother smirked at the young boy marked to die, "That your sacrifice shall not be in vain."