She brushed pale fingertips over a painted piece of paper as she relaxed on her bed. Her soft gaze memorized every inch and every color. Magister Illyrio gifted her the painting after learning of her interest in the northern regions of the land. The place where snow fell and gathered in depths like an ocean and mountains raised higher than she could ever imagine. Visenya dreamed of it, of catching winter white snowflakes the color of her silver hair in the out stretched palm of her small delicate hand. She dreamed of the day she could be alone in the mountains and sing soft old Valyrian lullabies to the wind.

"Sister," Viserys voice brought her from her thoughts.

"Yes," she swallowed hard, setting the picture down on her silky blanket. Visenya lifted her gaze to her twin brother who stood before her. His eyes darted to the painting with a frown before a smile replaced his expression.

"Dear sister, you shouldn't ponder such silly things," he took the painting from her blanket. "You dream of stupid things."

"I dream of a life different than our own," she stood, taking the picture from his grasp. Visenya stood a decent foot shorter than her brother. They had the same slim frame, though his slightly bulkier in muscle, and they shared the same silver white strands and deep violet eyes as their younger sister Daenerys.

"A dragon does not belong in the cold climates of Westeros," his gaze hardened as he met hers. His hand brushed to grip her chin gently. "Your place is beside me on the Iron Throne. Do not forget your purpose. Do you understand me?"

"Yes," she whispered, pulling from his grasp. "I understand."

"Good, you do not want to wake the dragon again, do you sweet sister?"

"No, Viserys,"

"Soon it will be you and I ruling the seven kingdoms." His hand dropped from her chin and caressed wavy silver strands behind her ear. "Nothing will stop us now."

"Yes, Viserys," her delicate obedient voice fell to a whisper.

"That savage horselord will take Dany and-"

"You're selling our baby sister to the Dothraki?" Visenya pulled away from her twin to study his violet eyes. She couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"Well of course, he will give us an army and an army will give us the throne," Viserys assured.

"Do you care little for her well being? She is barely thirteen years old. She is a child. I will not stand for-" Visenya cried softly as Viserys hand slapped across her cheek leaving a stinging red mark. She gasped softly in pain before pushing past him and swiftly walking to the door.

"Do not disobey me Visenya. You know what happens to those who do not do as their king says." Viserys threat lingered in her head as she made her way down the corridors and to the courtyard.

The sweet silence comforted her as she made her way to the railings edge. Visenya cherished moments of silence, for it is not often silent when her brother is awake. Her twin was constantly boasting of his title, the rightful king, his words often echoed. She could nearly laugh herself to death at the thought of him ruling seven kingdoms, he can hardly rule his own temper. However, he successfully convinced Daenerys of his rightful title. Her chest pained significantly at the thought that their baby sister had to be caught in the crossfire of his rampage.

"Visenya," her sister's delicate voice croaked. Visenya had a motherly instinct in her to protect her baby sister as they did not have any mother of their own any longer. She pulled the shaking fragile girl into her warm arms.

"I know," Visenya comforted, brushing her slender pale fingers through the girls silver strands. "He will use us both to his advantage but we must not let him think that it bothers us. You must be strong my sweet sister."

"I am scared." She was only thirteen.

"So am I."

The horselord came the next day, Viserys had mentioned that they both must look presentable. He does not want the Khal thinking he is selling them whores. Visenya could almost explode from the anger boiling inside her.

"She is not ready to be wed."

"She will do what she must to secure my throne," he retorted.

Visenya stood beside her baby sister in the elegant courtyard, but once the horselord came Viserys pulled his twin back to his side in an effort to make Daenerys look more available. The horselord intimidated Visenya with his dark brooding eyes.

"You see his hair," Viserys whispered against his twin sisters ear. "The Dothraki cut their hair when they lose in battle. He has never lost."

A shiver ran down her spine as she met the Khal's eyes. After a moment of silence the Khal uttered something in their language and sped off with his riders.

"That's it? Did he like her?" Viserys pouted as he trailed to the spot the Khal stood, watching them leave.

"He liked one of them."

"Her!" Viserys cried out as he angrily threw his hand up. "He wants her."

Visenya eavesdropped from the hallway, her little hands pressed against the cold wooden door.

"Well he cannot have her. She is mine." Viserys was interrupted by the voice of the Magister.

"But he will serve you and give you the throne if he marries Visenya. Khal Drogo said he did not want a child, he wanted a wife."

"Then a wife he will get."