It had been a while since Daenerys had felt like this, had felt so lonely. It was as if it was just the other day she was watching events of the future with a group of people. Some she'd befriended, most told her the truth about her father and her eldest brother, both of whom Daenerys had developed a healthy dislike for. The reasons were as different as could be, but neither of them was people Daenerys strived to mimic any more.
Not like Daenerys ever strived to be a King or anything of the sort. That had always been Viserys, who practically worships the very people Daenerys disliked.
Daenerys did everything in her ability to not snap at Viserys every time he went on any of his 'moments'. It was not that she was still afraid of the man, not after the things she'd seen about him or whatever else she'd seen or the people she'd met. No, it was simply her not wanting to go through the trouble of riling the man up and having him go on his spiel of 'Do you want to wake the dragon?'. Regardless of whether she was afraid of him or not, he was still physically stronger than her and in a fight, she would lose.
She hated this feeling of powerlessness…
A knock on the door drew her away from her thoughts. She turned to find a servant enter.
No, not a servant. This was a slave…
Something in Daenerys curled and roiled in an ugly manner.
"Princess, the Master invites you to join him and the King for lunch."
"I'll be right there."
The girl bowed and turned to leave, only for Daenerys to stop her.
"What is your name?" the Princess asked.
The slave girl looked slightly taken aback at the question but recovered easily enough.
"I am whatever the princess wishes to call me" the girl replied obediently.
"That was not my question," Daenerys said kindly, "what was the name you were given by your mother?"
"My mother died birthing me" the girl confessed, "my father called me Missi for the misfortune I brought him till the day he died and I was sold into slavery."
"Missi…" Daenerys' mouth felt dry. Had she not been a Targaryen, would she have ended up the same as her? Her brother dead somehow and her sold as a slave?
Well, had she not been a Targaryen, she'd be still in Westeros, probably the daughter of some nobility who were vying for the King's favor.
Daenerys stared out the window once Missi had left. She wondered how her friends on the other side were doing, how much they'd changed in the days since their return.
-x-
By the time Daenerys had come down, both her Brother and the Magister had already taken their seats and broken their fast. There was nothing special about the breakfast, just meat, cheese, fruits, and wine. Those were the usual items in the Magister's house.
"You're late," her brother said with his usual disapproving tone. There was hardly a time these days that her brother used any other tone but that one.
The two men went back to what they were talking about before Daenerys had entered and her brother made it known that he was displeased, the same old thing about how to get the throne back and how people were waiting for the true King to return. Daenerys paid their talk no mind, instead focusing on finishing the food put before her.
That was until she was brought into the conversation. Or rather, she was being thrust into their plotting.
"The Dothraki are a formidable race of warriors, relentless and barbaric in the they battle. You will not find mercy in them" Illyrio spoke in his usual tone.
"I am not looking for mercy" Viserys seethed, "I want the Usurper to suffer! These savages will cut through my enemies and paint the path to the throne of me in their blood!" the male slammed his fist on the table, hard enough to rattle the cutlery. But then he smiled, as was the norm, angry one moment and happy the next. "This Khal Drogo will need a wife surely. I'll offer him my sister. Nobody can say no to a Valyrian beauty, not even a savage. And Daenerys is a Valyrian through and through."
Daenerys' grip on her fork tightened. Images flashed in her mind, the visions she'd seen, the fate she'd been thrust into. She didn't want that, she didn't want to be put in the same circumstances she'd seen herself be put under.
No, she was meant to change this. She would not allow this to come to pass.
Daenerys shot to her feet, the movement so sudden that the back of her thighs slammed against her seat and sent it crashing onto the ground. That had effectively gotten her the attention of the two plotters.
"You will keep me out of your plotting" Daenerys gritted out.
"What?" Vierys raised his brows, tone suggesting that he was surprised to hear her speak.
Daenerys would make sure to wipe that surprise out of his face from now on.
"I said, you will keep me out of your plotting. I will not be sold to savages to earn you your throne."
Viserys was too stunned to speak. But only for a moment. Soon anger replaced the surprise and the man stood.
"You do not get to speak to me like that" the man hissed. "I am your King!"
"And I am your sister, a Princess" Daenerys spat back. "Think of other ways to win your throne back without sullying my honor in any way. I will not have you plotting to bed me to savages to earn you your army!"
Viserys' jaw set sternly, anger dancing in his eyes. "Daenerys, do you want to wake the dragon" the man barked in fury.
Daenerys was familiar with that tone. Not too long ago she had cowered because of it, hid from it, and kept her silence to avoid it. But not anymore.
"The dragons are dead" Daenerys hissed back, the venom in her voice making Viserys flinch. Good, Daenerys liked to see that. "The dragons have been dead for years. You claim to be a dragon, but a dragon would never throw his sister to the savages. A dragon would find a way to keep themselves untouched while burning their enemies to cinders!" Daenerys slammed her hands on the table, making the cutleries shake. "You're no dragon, you're a wyvern!"
Viserys stood rigid, staring at Daenerys with wide eyes that were full of shock at the insult. But the anger came back with more venom and Viserys was now charging at his sister. He grabbed Daenerys by the hair roughly and gave her head a good shake.
"Take that back. TAKE THAT BACK!" he got in close and roared in her face.
Daenerys in retaliation slammed her forehead into her brother's nose and shoved him away from her.
Viserys grabbed his nose in pain and shock, blood flowing from between his grip.
Daenerys grabbed the cutting knife from beside her plate and pointed it at Viserys. She did not know how to wield a weapon, but neither did her brother.
"You will not touch me, you will not speak to me unless I choose to speak to you, and you will not marry me to anyone I do not want to marry. Because I swear it on our ancestors that I will murder you in your sleep if you dare to do anything like that ever again."
It was all talk from Daenerys, but with how things escalated, Daenerys knew that whatever she was to say would hit Viserys hard. Daenerys had never fought back, and doing so now would no doubt shock Viserys into double-thinking his decisions. She knew well enough that her brother could easily be swayed by actions backed by words. And Daenerys had shown enough action right here.
Daenerys turned and left with the knife in hand, leaving a fuming brother and a very intrigued Magister in her dust.
-x-
Viserys had not come to bother Daenerys for the rest of the day, which meant that Daenerys was right in threatening him after making him bleed. But now what? What would she do? Even after all of that, she was alone here. The Magister would support Viserys in the end and Daenerys might find herself forced to marry Drogo. She could not have that, she absolutely could not have that.
Maybe she should sneak out in the night and make way for Westeros. She had friends there now, even the King wouldn't kill her. But how could she leave without the eggs? That's what her role was in all of this, the mother of dragons. She needed to be able to bring back the dragons to fight the dead.
Maybe… she should tell Illyrio about everything she saw, pass it off as a dragon dream. But would the man believe her? He did not have a reason to, even with her bloodline being known for its dreamer.
Perhaps if he mentioned his wife and the Spider…
A knock on the door and Daenerys was thrust back to reality. It was a patient and gentle knock, so it wasn't Viseyrs. Then again, Viserys wouldn't be knocking after what happened at lunch.
"Come in" the girl called out.
The door opened, and in walked Magister Illyrio, wearing the smile he wore for Viserys mostly. He was plotting something, or he wanted something from her.
"Magister" Daenerys curtsied, "I apologise for the… show at lunch. That was not very princess-like of me."
The Magister waved a dismissive hand, still smiling.
"You have nothing to apologize for Princess. Your brother was out of line for even suggesting that."
Daenerys raised a brow. This was the first time the man spoke against her brother.
"I wished to speak to you on another matter if you are willing to hear."
Daenerys gave a small nod.
The Magister's smile grew. He gave a loud cough and the shadows at her door seemed to shift before someone entered.
"Allow me to introduce you to-"
"Lord Varys…"
The Spider smiled and curtsied.
"An honor, Princess."
Wyverns exist in ASOIAF. They live down in Sothoryos and are described as being 'the tyrants of the southern skies'. They have great leathery wings, "cruel" beaks, and an insatiable hunger. They are more ferocious than dragons but smaller in size and can't breathe fire. Daenerys calling Viserys one eludes to the fact that while they may look like dragons, they are not considered subspecies or relatives of dragons. They may even be considered inferior. Basically, Daenerys calls him a false dragon.