"I can't believe this worked," Viserys said, smiling broadly. "You are amazing."
"I-I'm not." Dany blushed.
"No you are. You were perfect."
"It was nothing," she dismissed him.
Viserys put the crown bag into the bag and hid it in a corner of their cabin.
Things had gone pretty smoothly. Viserys had lifted his little sister up to the window. For once, she had been grateful for her small body and her almost non-existent breasts. It had been a piece of lemon cake to climb through the back window of the merchant's house. Then, she had sneaked into his bedroom and stolen the crown back. Nothing else. They were not thieves. They simply wanted what was rightfully theirs.
However, they had not returned the money. Viserys had used it to buy them passage to Pentos. It was not stealing though. Once he got his throne back, he intended to compensate the merchant. It was borrowing, not stealing.
The money was enough for the two of them to share a small cabin. With a-
She let out a squeal when the ship suddenly rocked.
"Shh," he shushed his sister. "It's okay."
"I'm scared," she said.
"You are Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen. We are the blood of the dragon. There is nothing to be scared off."
"Y-You're right."
"Come here."
He pulled her into an embrace. She put her head down on his chest.
It wasn't long before she drifted off to sleep.
A long time later, she awoke. He was still holding her in his arms.
"Come."
She followed him up to the deck.
"Wow."
"There it is," Viserys said. "The Free City of Pentos."
"It's beautiful," she said, studying the shoreline.
"We can start over here," he said. "Together."
He took her hand.
She blushed. "Together."
Not long after, the ship arrived. They walked off the plank and-
"There he is."
Huh?
All of a sudden, they were surrounded by rough looking men. They were carrying swords.
"W-What…"
"Did you really think you could steal from him?" one of the mercenaries said.
"Damnit."
Viserys looked for a way out, but there was none. The only way that was clear was back on the ship. But they could never get it to sail away in time.
"Hey look-"
One of the mercenaries grabbed Viserys' bag. He reached inside and pulled out the crown.
"There we go."
"S-So we're good?" Viserys asked.
"Oh no. No, he also wants your head."
"What?"
Viserys backed away.
"And afterwards, we'll have some fun with your little sister."
"No."
He took a protective stance in front of Dany.
"Grab him."
Two mercenaries grabbed Viserys and pulled him away. He struggled, but he was no match for the strong men.
Dany's eyes went wide. The men were closing in on her.
No. This couldn't happen. Her maidenhead belonged to her brother. She couldn't let them-
One of the men grabbed her wrist.
"That's enough," a new voice cut in.
Everyone turned. A strange bearded man in robes walked up to them.
"This does not concern you, Magister," a mercenary hissed.
"Oh but it does," the Magister said. "These two are under my protection. And that crown is too. So if you'll just hand it to me?" He held out his hand.
The mercenary laughed. "Make me."
"How much?"
"What?"
"Whatever he paid you, I'll double it."
"We already have a contract."
"Triple?"
The men exchanged glances.
"Make it four," the biggest one said.
"Deal."
The two men shook hands.
They handed him the crown and took off.
"Come," the Magister said.
"Who are you?" Viserys asked.
"Illyrio Mopatis, at your service."