Dany entered the small room. She heard soft sobbing. In the late evening light, she could see him sitting down on the bed. The small bed they shared. Unless he was mad at her, in which case she slept on the floor. Dany had a feeling that might happen tonight. Or worse.
"Brother?" she asked, apprehensively.
He didn't look up.
"Viserys?" she tried again.
"I hate you." His voice was hard and cold.
"I…" she swallowed hard. "I know you loved that crown, but-"
"Loved it?" he finally looked up at her. All light had gone from his lilac eyes. "That was everything to me. The last memento of mother. It was worth everything to me. Here, this is the price of my life." He threw the pouch of coins in front of her feet. It made a soft clanging sound. A couple coins spilled out.
Not enough. Dany had little understanding of money, but she knew the crown was worth way more than this.
"I'm so sorry." She felt tears welling up.
"You killed her."
"I'm so sorry," Dany repeated. "I don't know what to say."
"Don't say anything," he said. "Ever again. You're not my sister anymore. My sister is dead."
She gasped. "Viserys."
"I'd tell you to get out, but this is the only room we have."
Dany frowned.
If he hated her so much, then why didn't he throw her out on the street?
Unless…
Maybe there was something left behind those hate-filled eyes?
She approached him. "Brother."
He said nothing.
She reached out to him. He grabbed her wrist, stopping her approach.
"Don't touch me," he warned her. "You don't want to wake the dragon, do you?"
Dany took a deep breath. "Actually," she said. "I do."
"What?"
"If the dragon keeps sleeping, the fire inside of him will consume him whole. It needs to be woken to release the heat. The rage inside of you cannot be contained. You need to let it out, Your Grace."
Something shifted in his eyes. However, there was still hesitation. So Dany took the initiative and laid down across his lap. He did not stop her.
"Please punish me, Your Grace," she asked.
"I… I can't."
"Why not?"
"Cause I…"
"I killed your mother," she argued. "I made you sell her crown."
"I… no…"
"We will never go back home. Look at this place. Do you honestly believe we'll ever take back the throne?"
"You fucking…"
His hand came down hard on her butt.
Dany cried out.
"We will take back the throne," he proclaimed. "Even if I have to sell a hundred crowns."
He accented every word with a hard spank on her butt. She screamed out.
"And you will help me," he added. "It's time you start pulling your weight around here."
"I will," she promised. "I'll do anything for you."
The blows continued to rain down on her butt. It hurt. It hurt so badly. Tears were stinging in her eyes.
In the past, he had occasionally slapped her in the face when she was bad, or pulled her hair, but nothing like this. It wasn't long before she was full on crying.
But at the same time, she felt something else. A heat rising inside of her. It felt good to let out the tears. She deserved this. This was her penance for killing mother when she was born.
Eventually, his slaps ended.
Her butt was on fire. Fire had never hurt her, but this was a different kind of fire.
Dany remained perfectly still, sobbing softly. His hard breaths calmed down.
"Fuck," he said, his voice soft. "I… I'm so sorry."
"No," she said. Dany got up. "You needed that."
"I…"
She grabbed his face. "Don't apologise, Your Grace. I belong to you. We both needed this."
"But-"
She leaned in and kissed him on the lips. Hard.
He hesitated for a moment, but then he returned the kiss.
His strong hands pulled her in deeper.
After a long time, their lips left each other.
"I'm yours," she whispered. "I was always meant to be yours."
He nodded. "You're right. We're Targaryens. The last of the Targaryens. We need to keep the bloodline pure."
"And you're the king," she said. "It's time to act like one. We have to wake up, brother. We can't keep fleeing like this. They will find us."
"What do we do?" he asked.
"We fight back."
"How?" he asked. "We don't have anything."
"We have each other."
She embraced him.
Slowly, he put his hands around her. Then, he started to cry as well.
"I tried to be strong," he admitted. "For you."
"I know."
"I tried for so long. But I can't do it anymore. The crown-"
"We'll get it back," she promised.
"What?"
"We're getting it back."
"We can't. They'll know it was me. They'll hunt us down."
"We'll leave," she said.
"Where?"
"Anywhere."
He was silent for a moment. Then…
"I heard Pentos is nice this time of year."