The wedding was violent. They say less than three deaths in a Dothraki wedding was a dull affair. A dull affair is the opposite of this wedding, Visenya thought. Her wedding. Visenya did not speak a lick of Dothraki. In fact, she could not read their body language either. She was hopelessly lost in the world happening around her, that is until they brought the gifts.
Ser Jorah, a man of her homeland, approached her seat with objects wrapped in cloth. He was an older man, but rather handsome, with sandy hair with strands of grey from age and wise blue eyes. His face among the Dothraki relaxed Visenya quite a bit, he did not act like the others.
"Khaleesi," Jorah spoke. "I bring you books of Westeros, and an invitation if there is anything you wish to know I will find an answer."
"You're from my homeland?" Visenya smiled.
"Yes. Bear Island, but I served your father for several years and I will continue to serve the rightful ruler of Westeros."
Visenya looked through the books as Jorah departed. She could not wait to read them, she knew Bear Island was nestled somewhere in the north of Westeros and she thought she may ask Jorah some questions one of these days. If she survives that long.
Visenya glanced to see her baby sister aside Viserys. Dany kept her gaze on the ground, pain panged at Visenya's chest. She is doing this to protect her, Visenya reminded herself. It is better that she is marrying this man, than her baby sister.
Another gift from Magister Illyrio rests at her feet and brings Visenya from her thoughts. A chest, which upon opening revealed three fossilized dragon eggs. Smiling, she gestures for Daenerys to come up to her, which she hesitantly obliges.
"For the dragon's daughter they say," Master Illyrio said.
"Well there are two of those," Visenya smiled as she handed an egg to her sister. Daenerys studied the black and red scales as she ran her fingertips over the dragon egg. Visenya herself picked up the gold one. She glanced up for a moment to see her brother's envious glare, and it gave her a sense of pride to look back down to her egg. Serves him right, if he was kinder to her perhaps she would let him have a dragon egg, but she will not. These are hers to do as she wishes and she wishes for her baby sister to share this gift with her.
"The bond between you and your sister is admirable," Master Illyrio concluded before making his exit.
"Are you sure of this?" Dany whispered to her sister.
"I am. This gift is our heritage and we must share it." Visenya rested the eggs gently back in their chest before taking her sisters hands.
"But what of Viserys?"
Visenya simply replied with a hard look, which Daenerys responded with a bright smile.
"We do not have to share with him."
"I have a gift for you," Daenerys pulled a clip from her own dress. "I made it."
Dany rested the silver clip in her sister's hands. Visenya observed the object with shock. A three headed dragon pin, the symbol of their house.
"When did you make this?" Visenya smiled to her sister, pinning the dragon's to her dress and taking her sister's hand once more.
"Last night." Dany held her sister's hand tightly. "Do you like it?"
"I love it. Thank you." Visenya tucked a strand of silver hair behind Dany's ear. Dany was more of a daughter to Visenya than a sister and it felt like it in this exchange.
Visenya dismissed Dany from her side. She looked aside to her new husband taking in the idea of what her new life would be. She would be lying if she said he was not a handsome man, and he was a warrior who has never lost a battle and that was admirable. Perhaps she would grow to love him, or perhaps she will just have to endure. Either way, as long as Daenerys was safe.
The Khal turned to meet her gaze with his dark eyes and in that moment Visenya made the decision to make the best out of the situation. To see this marriage as a sense of freedom. If her new husband was happy with his new wife, this could be her chance to gain a hand above Viserys. Everything could change and the gods may be smiling upon the dragon's daughters.