Part Three
He had caught her in her tent.
She was caressing the green dragon egg beneath her fingertips, admiring the bumps of the scales. Visenya could almost feel a warmth radiating from the fossilized egg, but she knew that couldn't be possible.
"Sister." Viserys let himself into her tent. His silver hair was ruffled, his skin tinted pink. He was not adjusting well to the warmth and constant state of sunlight. His skin burnt far to easy, and his irritability only worsened as the heat intensified during the day. Visenya attempted to avoid him at all cost. She had learned that if she stuck to Khal Drogo's side Viserys did not approach her, and she often kept Dany on her other side to protect her as well.
"We have business to discuss." Viserys tone lacked comfort. Visenya had already committed to herself that she would no longer let Viserys hold her under his thumb. Now that she was Khalessi of her husband's Khalassar, she had her own people to be concerned with.
Visenya had previously agreed with her brother's outlook on taking back their home and crown, but the more time she spent with her new husband and her new people the more she began to enjoy her role. She felt responsible for them now. Ser Jorah was teaching her to speak Dothraki while also teaching Khal Drogo to speak the common tongue. Enough that they can loosely speak in either language now.
Her husband, Khal Drogo, had turned out to be a more caring husband than she anticipated. At first it was difficult adjusting to their lifestyle, but after traveling and learning about their customs, their dynamic improved. She was proving to be a strong Khaleesi, which he had told her the other night, though her opinionated personality was different. Khal Drogo seemed to appreciate what she had to say and how active she wanted to be with his people. It almost seemed as if he admired her.
"Is that so?" She cocked an eyebrow as she set her emerald hued egg back in the chest and moved it near her warm fire embers. The Dothraki women who help her dress each day gave her an odd look when she explained that the eggs felt almost sad when they were far from a fire.
"Yes. When will we be moving on from this wasteland and toward my crown?" Viserys cornered her in her tent. Annoyed, Visenya set her jaw and stared hard at her twin before speaking.
"Be patient my brother, all in due time." She brushed him off. Viserys grabbed her arm as she walked past. She winced as he yanked her close to him. The feel of his breath on her neck sent shivers down her spine.
"Listen to me. You will tell that barbarian that I want my crown and I want it now." Viserys gaze was harsh. "I would tell him myself, but isn't that what you're for?"
Before she could respond, Khal Drogo entered the grew silent when he saw the Khal enter and gave a last glare to Visenya before exiting quickly.
"Viserys trouble you?" her husband communicated.
"No not at all," Visenya said, staring at the tent opening her brother had left through. Though she knew Khal Drogo may not understand exactly what she was saying, she understood that he would get the meaning. "Just enduring the ramblings of a madman."
Khal Drogo approached her with a gentle gaze. She smiled warmly to her husband and took his hands to wrap them around her body. Visenya melted into the warmth of his skin, she felt safe in his arms. She leaned up to press a soft kiss to his lips.
"My sun and stars," Visenya whispered, peering up through her eyelashes to look in his dark gaze.
"Moon of my life," Khal Drogo returned, lifting her into his arms so they were eye to eye.
"I have news." She exhaled deeply with a smile and locked eyes with him. "I am with child."