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Before coming to Pentos roughly a year ago come next month, Daenerys, her brother and Peter had never seen cheese all that much. To them, cheese was a rare treat, even slightly molded cheese already being eaten by rats and other vermin was seen and treated as a luxury. But since the young Targaryen and her small family have lived in the Free City of Pentos, even if 'Free' was up for debate, she had quite honestly grown tired of the sight, the smell and the taste of Petos's main export.

Daenerys thought it was a miracle the city wasn't overly infested with mice and rats because of it.

"Peter, would you please stop buying so much?!" Daenerys said with a strained grin on her face that could just barely cover up the annoyance she was feeling at the sight of Peter, standing before another merchant stall, selling cheese, offering its vendor several copper pieces for a pair of wheels.

"Why?" Peter said as he glanced at Daenerys as he was handed the cheese wheels by the amused merchant as he observed the two teens "The cooks are making my favorite stew again tonight and they need cheese, these ones in particular!"

Daenerys took a deep inhale though her nose before she exhaled with a sigh and folded her arms across her chest and watched as Peter placed the cheese in a bag he brought with him before nodding towards the merchant and made his way to his silvery-gold haired companion.

"I don't get why you hate cheese." Peter said as the two, with two of the magister's guards a few meters behind, headed deeper into Petos's renowned market "You used to love having it when we could get it."

"That was before we came here and had cheese with every single meal every other day of the week." Daenerys said dryly.

"We didn't have it every other day." Peter said with a frown.

"Your right, it was every day." Daenerys said with a small shake of her head as she looped her arm through Peter's who looked at her with an odd look on his face.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Walking with you." Daenerys responded as she scanned the various stalls they were passing for anything that might catch her interests.

"But why are you holding my arm like this?" Peter asked with even more confusion, unaware of the look his and Daenerys's guards shared.

"Because it's proper and if I allow you to wander about by yourself, you're likely to be scammed or cheated again." Daenerys said as she reached down with her other hand and snatched the small pouch of gold coins from Peter's waist before he could say or do anything.

"I don't get cheated." Peter said with a scowl.

Daenerys stopped dead in her tracks and slowly looked towards Peter with a dry look "Yes... you do."

"No I don't." Peter replied with growing annoyance.

"Peter when we were living in Myr, you spent all the gold coins that we were able to gather and spent it on a lens that a merchant who was missing half his teeth and one of his eyes said would allow you to 'see the paths to riches'." Daenerys said with a hint of anger at memory of the incident.

"Well if it wasn't for that lens, we wouldn't be here now, would we?" Peter scoffed, unaware of the ire she felt towards that moment, even more so than her brother did, casuing the two guards following them to share a look between themselves.

"Excuse me?" Daenerys said as she turned towards Peter with a frown.

The guards shared another look as Peter, seemingly oblivious to the tone he was being spoken to with continued on with a self-assured smirk "If I didn't decide to use that lens that night I bought it, we wouldn't have been discovered by those guards who saw the glare from our small fire on it and then proceeded to arrest us and ask us who we are. And if it wasn't for your brother loudly proclaiming who you and he were, then the guards wouldn't have talked to their captain who then talked to his commander who then talked to the council who then had one of its members mention it to Magister Illryios in passing at a dinner party they both attended and Magister Illryios, who then might I add, came all the way to Myr to see you two for himself before freeing you, and by proxy me, and bringing us here where we now live in a modest sized estate with more money than we've ever seen!"

Daenerys stated at Peter with a look of disbelief as the young man grinned in triumph at proving to his friend that he hadn't been cheated that day and that the shady merchant was indeed correct in that the lens would light their path to riches. Before Peter could say anything however, Daenerys turned on her heel and began to walk away, leaving Peter standing there with a confused look on his face.

"Where are you going?" he called after her.

"To clear my head!" Daenerys snapped with annoyance, leaving Peter standing there in confusion before he turned towards the two guards.

"What'd I do?" he asked them.

The two armored men shared a look of pity before one of them answered in a equally pitting tone.

"You tried to justify your idiotic spending, my lord."

The other guard nodded "Even if you are in the right, someway, somehow, your still wrong."

Peter blinked at this before he frowned "That makes no sense."

"It's not supposed to make sense to us men. Just accept it."

Peter stared at the two men for a few seconds before he sighed and rubbed his temples "Why are women so complicated?"

"Tis a question for the Gods, my lord."

...

Daenerys loudly sighed when she was far enough away from Peter, towards the outer edge of the market and placed a hand on her forehead to try and sooth the growing headache that boy gave her. As smart as he thought he was, and often proved, he could be absolutely clueless on things, be it politics, money-

'Or women.' Daenerys thought with a very un-lady like snort as she looked around to see that she was in a section of the market that sold books, scrolls and other tomes of knowledge.

Most of what she saw held little interest to her, the titles of books she saw seemed to only care for the history of Petos and it's past rulers, or simple local cuisine and myths. A few stood out to her as appearing to hail from Westeros, but the subjects they hinted at being the focus of, politics and economics, held little interest to her. Moving on, Daenerys passed by several more stalls until she came upon a street that appeared to be strangely vacant compared to the busy avenue she was currently on.

The stalls she could see looked to be well maintained and the items on display for a few of them looked grand in design and quality.

'But why isn't anyone going down them?' Daenerys thought as she looked around her to see various men and women passing the street entirely, as if blind to it's existence entirely.

Shrugging, Daenerys made her way down the street, leaving the bustling sounds and smells of the market behind her.

The first thing to strike her was how cool the air was compared to the market, the sudden shift caused her to shiver and have her briefly regret wearing such thin fabrics. The second thing to occur to her was just how quiet the street was, before on the main road of the market, the sounds of people bartering, animals, the various wares being sold and moved about was almost deafening.

Now, it was quiet as the grave.

'Why is no one here?' Daenerys thought as she passed by several merchant stalls, their product on display, be it jewels, fabric or food, but no seller within-

"Good morning, m'lady!"

Daenerys jumped at the sound of another person's voice and turned to see a stall she swore was empty only moments prior, now occupied by a fair skinned, bald man with a mischievous grin on his face. The man was dressed in simple clothing, the sorta of shirt, trousers and boots that the Targaryen would notice on everyday men going to and from whatever job required simple men for simple tasks.

And yet, something about the men seemed... off, though Daenerys couldn't explain why.

around the man and hanging along the stalls walls and from the ceiling were various mirrors, all beautifully crafted with golden frames, each one sporting various designs and ranged in sizes from something Daenerys could carry in her hand, to mirrors that looked like they were used for horses.

"G-Good morning." Daenerys said with a hesitant smile as she casted a brief look around to make sure it was HER this man was talking to... and to make sure no one with ill intentions were trying to sneak up on her.

"Well, actually I think we're nearing the afternoon or have just passed over into it." the merchant said with a thoughtful look on his face before he peered out from his stall and stared up at the sun for a moment "Ah, right at noon! Splendid!"

"Excuse me, ser, but would you mind telling me who you are?" Daenerys asked as she stepped closer to the stall as the merchant leaned back in and adjusted the position of a few mirrors so that the young Targaryen was met with a small army of her reflections.

"Oh... no one all that important in the grand scheme of things m'lady, just a humble mirror merchant. So drop any and all pretenses of me being a 'Ser' or some other title of nobility. I am far from that standing in life!" the man chuckled as he reached underneath his stall and pulled out a small mirror for Daenerys to examine.

It was finely made, the Targaryen thought, easily something a Lady married to a High Lord would own. The mirror itself was no bigger than her hand, resting in a thin metal frame with a handle on each side of the mirror.

"This is Beautiful." Daenerys said as she examined the frame of the mirror, taking note of the snake like designs carved into the metal.

"I sure hope you mean yourself m'lady." the man chuckled as he allowed Daenerys to take hold of the small mirror by the small handles on the sides and hold it herself "A mere trinket that is, something made in passing."

"It's still beautifully well made." Daenerys said as she held the mirror, surprised with how light it felt "If you consider this a trinket, I can only imagine the beauty of the mirrors you craft when your muse is greater."

"Oh, they are things of grandeur, I assure you m'lady." the man smiled ominously before he sighed and shook his head with a displeased frown "I offered my wares to Lord Illryios, but he declined my offer. Said his guests needn't be bothered by my works."

"His guests? You mean Viserys and Daenerys Targaryen?" Daenerys asked.

"Yes, them." the merchant said with a frown "The beggar king and his sister, roaming from one end of the Free Cities to the other, looking for help where they'll find none. Not the kind that'll help them reclaim that throne of theirs."

Daenerys frowned at this "Then where would they find that help? With the Dothraki?"

At this, the man laughed and slapped the surface of the counter, casuing the mirrors to all shake, even the one in Daenerys hand "Ah, that's a good one. The son and daughter of Dragons relying on horse fuckers to win them a throne! What's next? They'll seek aide from a dwarf, a cripple and a bastard that loves to fuck savages dressed in rags?! HAH! Perhaps all those years of fucking each other's brothers and sisters has finally caught up with them and now their minds are completely fucked as their bloodline!"

Daenerys had to resist the urge to scowl at the man as he continued to slander her and her brother, not many in Petos knew what she looked like exactly, and if somehow word reached the Usurper's assassins that she was out wandering the city, alone for the time being, she may very well not make it back to the estate tonight.

Alive, at any rate.

After a few moments, the man's laughter ceased and he let out a sigh before he noticed that Daenerys was still holding the mirror and smiled "Ah, still enamored by it, are you? Would you like it?"

"It's... beautiful, really, but I'm afraid I have little use for it." Daenerys said as she held out the mirror to be taken "I thank you."

"Before you offer it back to me, why don't you give it another look, hmm?" the man suggested as he reached out and pushed the mirror back towards Daenerys.

"I've already seen my reflection and admired the work in the metal, I doubt there's much more to see." Daenerys said with a strained smile.

"Ah no, no, no, you've looked at it yes, but have you LOOKED at it?" he man emphasized as he nodded towards the mirror "Just one look, one glance is all I ask. If you don't like what you see, then that'll be the end of that. But if you do..."

The man trailed off and looked at Daenerys expectantly, casuing the Targaryen to frown before she reluctantly looked down at the mirror in her hands.

"What do you see, if I might ask?" the merchant asked as he watched Daenerys with an eerie stillness that couldn't possibly be natural.

Daenerys, unaware of the man's sudden shift, continued to gaze as she no longer saw her own reflection, but something else entirely.

...

It was her, a little older then she was now, her hair long and beautifully braided with all manner of white and silver gems, her eyes glowing with life and love as she stood beside a man, his features shrouded in darkness and two other women, one beside herself and the other on the other man's side.

This older self of her's was dressed in a long, thin dress, black as the night, with long slits running up the sides, exposing the sides of her large, full breasts, her long lean legs, and looked to be held to her body with thin, silvery strings that glowed like the stars. The man Daenerys saw her future self standing beside was garbed in in cold metal, silver and white, the chest plate framed to look like the head of some dragon, but with eight 'eye holes' instead of two, each filled with a black gem of some sort.

The woman on the other side of the man's face was draped in shadow, the same as the man between them, with long, silvery white locks framing what was undoubtedly a beautiful face. She was garbed in long silver robes, a long slit running up one of the sides to expose a lean, muscular leg, while the woman's arms were exposed, but both sporting some sort of silver arm guard that stretched from her wrists to her elbows.

The final woman, the one beside Daenerys, had shorter hair than either the Targaryen, or the other unknown woman. It was white, almost bone white, compared to the silvery gold locks of Daenerys or the platinum silver of the other. She was shorter then Daenerys, dressed in black as her future self was, with golden embroidery in the shapes of fire.

Before the four of them stood thousands of men, women, children, old and young, sick and healthy, adorned in armor and the simple fabric of the common folk. Soon they began to kneel before Daenerys and the other three, heads bowed low in submission as three large shadows emerged behind the four. The shadows seemed to be made of black fire and uttered a trio of roars that caused Daenerys to shiver in dread while a loud, ominous howl could be heard, creating a almost horrifying song that seemed to resonate within her.

Fire.

Blood.

She then saw herself being taken in all manner of ways, on her hands and knees, on her back, sitting upon the throne of blades with her legs spread wide and the armored man man's head buried between. She saw herself with the mysterious woman with long silver hair, their bodies pressed tight together as they made love before a great fire under the stars, she saw how their bodies seemed to meld together, their arms and legs intertwined with one another's, as if the Gods themselves couldn't separate them. Another image showed Daenerys with the woman with short, bone white hair, both clad in finely made dresses, both their breasts exposed, their hands reaching through the layers of fabric each wore to their nether regions, their lips locked in a feverish fight as they sought to bring one another to climax.

The next showed Daenerys and the two women on their knees before the unknown man, nude and eager, their lips on his cock, fighting to bring the man release with their tongues. The scene then switched to show the man taking her and the two women in all man of ways that left her blushing and her slit dampening.

The scene dissolved and was quickly replaced with a myriad of different images, she saw herself sitting upon a large throne made of swords, surrounded by men in golden armor and white cloaks.

Another image showed the woman in black and gold standing in the ruins of a castle of size and haunting grandeur she couldn't believe with a sword in one hand while the other rested upon a horse, whiter then pure virgin snow.

A third image of the woman in silver, sitting upon a throne of rock and obsidian as men and women fell to their knees in terror, their heads pressed to the floor as a dark shadow of fire loomed behind the woman in silver and roared.

The final image, was that of the man, his face and head now covered by a helmet of silver and white and a strange hammer in his hands with a large looming shadow behind him, fire dripping from a tooth filled maw like venom, gazing out into a dark, snowy night that was broken by a burning city and the screams of a beautiful blonde haired woman adorned in finely made clothes cowering before the armored man and his dark shadow.

...

Daenerys let out a gasped as she stumbled back, nearly loosing her footing and the grip she had on the mirror as the images suddenly faded and she was left looking at her own reflection.

"What... what did I... what did I just see?" Daenerys asked as she looked up towards the mirror merchant, her face pale and sweat building on her forehead, her hands shaking and threatening to drop the mirror "W-What was that?"

"Could be many things." the man shrugged as he leaned against his stall's counter "Could be a dream you've longed for but didn't know it. Could be the future laid out to you, but forever out of your reach unless you take it. Or it's a simple passing fantasy with no real weight and like a pile of dried leaves, will be blown away by a simple breeze and a new fantasy takes it's place."

"Your telling me, I saw witnessed the future?" Daenerys said with a look of incredulity.

The man shrugged "Perhaps you did... or perhaps you saw a dream. Who can say? Though one could argue that dreams and the future can be one in the same... if one knows how to go about making it so. Does what you saw, seem like a dream or future worth having?"

Daenerys stared at the man for several moments before holding out the mirror "I don't knwo what you did to make me see such things, I don't know if what I saw was real or some cheap trick, but this future or dream you have shown me is, I'm afraid, beyond me as I am now, probably forever. So, would you please?"

The man grinned at this and held out his hand for the mirror to be placed in. Daenerys sighed in relief and extended her hands out to place it in the man's hand before she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her fingers, casuing her to yelp and release the grip she had on the mirror just before the man could take it.

Daenerys looked down at her fingers to see how badly injured they were but saw only clean pale skin, no cut, no blood, not even a bruise. Confused, Daenerys looked towards the ground where she believed the mirror had shattered only to find nothing, not even a shard of glass. Looking up towards the stall, Daenerys watched as the man stared at the mirror she was holding only moments ago, with a small blood drop smeared across it's reflective surface.

"Wha-" Daenerys began before suddenly the blood was gone, along with the reflective glass of the mirror, leaving a featureless metal frame in the man's hands.

"Ah yes... yes, that will do nicely." the man chuckled.

The man's voice, it hadn't changed to her ears, but something was different about it now, something wrong, as if he shouldn't be talking, she shouldn't be able to understand him, and yet she could. Her whole body seemed to shiver as something cold and dark washed over her and the world itself seemed to tilt ever so slightly before it suddenly snapped back into place.

"What did you do?" she whispered, confused and worried about what she just saw, what she just felt.

"You offered me what you saw and said 'so would you please'." the man grinned as he looked up at Daenerys, his eyes now a cold, empty black "As the lady commands, so shall it be."

Daenerys stepped back in shock as the man slowly moved back, not walked, but seemingly glided above the ground through a dark doorway in the back of his stand. Before the Targaryen could call out to the man, the doors shut closed as he crossed the threshold with a thundering 'boom' that shook the air and rattled Daenerys's bones, leaving the young woman to stare at a now empty stand, the items that once decorated it's counter and shelves mysteriously gone.

After a few seconds of standing there, Daenerys turned and began to run back down the street towards the market she was in earlier, away from the now abandoned and decrypted looking stand.

...

Daenerys had no idea how long she'd been running, or where to exactly, all she knew was that she had to get away from that strange stall, that strange man. She bobbed and weaved her way through the busy market, knocking into lords and ladies, slaves and warriors, animals and children as she so desperately tried to put as much distance between herself and that place as she could. Eventually she turned at a corner of the market that overlooked the harbor below and made her way up a set of stone stairs to the next level of the market and was just about to turn another corner only to run right into a man that was coming the other way.

Unlike the previous men she accidently ran into before, this man wore no finely made silk or cloth, or adorned himself in fine jewelry, but rather in cold hard steel.

"Watch where your going, stupid tart!" the man growled as he shoved Daenerys back, casuing her to nearly fall back down the stairs.

"I'm sorry-" Daenerys began as she looked up to the man she ran into before freezing as she took in his appearance.

He was tall, a good foot and a half taller than she was and far broader than most of the men that Magister Illyrios employed. His hair, a short, dark orange, almost red in color was styled in a way that reminded the young Targaryen of rows of crops such as corn or wheat. But the most distinguishing feature about the man wasn't how big he was, nor was it the armor he wore, clearly Westerosi in design, with emerald green and violet colored fabrics interwoven on the metal surface, or even the hand a half sword attached to his side.

No, it was the man's cold green eyes that caught demanded her attention. When she looked into them, she felt a shiver crawl up her spine as the man stared down at her with a hard look on his face.

The man sneered at Daenerys as he brushed past her "Out of my way!"

"Y-Yes my l-lord." Daenerys said as she bowed her head and struggled to keep the tremor in her voice from growing as she heard the man make his way down the staircase and towards the docks where the ships lay, one of which was undoubtedly this man's.

She heard the man stop after several steps and glanced back at her with a curious expression on his face "Girl... what is your name?"

Daenerys felt dread build in the pit of her stomach as the man slowly walked back in front of her and stopped.

"M-My lord?" Daenerys said in a low, fearful tone as her eyes flickered to the man's arms, seeing if his hands were close to his sword's handle or were about to reach out and grab her.

If she was fast enough, she just might be able to evade his grip or sword from reaching her and make it back to the estate and the protection of Magister Illyrios.

"You heard me." the man said in a brisk tone as he quirked his head to the side, as if seeing her face from a slightly different angle will help him better remember "You seem... familiar."

"I... I believe your mistaken, my lord." Daenerys said as she felt her mouth go dry and heartbeat echoing in her ears like thunder. If this man recognized her for who she was, he'd cut her down in a instant, she had no doubt.

"Maybe, or maybe not. Which is why I wish to know your name." the man said, his tone growing impatient and angry with each passing second.

"My name... my name..." Daenerys said as she tried to think of an appropriate name to give the man "It's... It's Gwendolyn, my lord."

"Gwendolyn?" the man said with a hum "That's not a name common in any part of Essos I've been to."

"My f-father, he's from Westeros." Daenerys said as she tried to think of a convincing story, it was often said that the best lies were those with grains of truth in them "He didn't l-like the names my m-mother picked. Said half of them he couldn't pronounce."

The man said nothing as he stared down at Daenerys with an unreadable expression. Daenerys was doing her best to not look up at the man's face, terrified that he may have somehow realized who she was. The Usurper, according to Magister Illyrios, was still hunting for her and her brother, sending men to the Free Cities to find them and kill them and end the Targaryen House once and for all.

'And here I am, standing in front of one of those men.' Daenerys thought as the man before her made some sort of grunt before he turned and proceeded further down the stairs.

Daenerys slowly approached the top of the stairs to see where it was the man was going before she stopped and felt her heart skip a beat when she saw that he too had stopped once again to look back at her. His eyes had narrowed at her, whether it was because something finally occurred to him or if he was now suspicious of her she couldn't tell. Neither said anything as they held one another's gaze before she saw the man had muttered something under his breath, shake his head, and then turn and continued on his way without a second glance to her.

The young Targaryen didn't release the breath she was holding until the red-haired man in the armor was out of her sight. She leaned against the wall and took a few deep breaths before she heard Peter's voice.

"Dany... Dany where'd you go?" she could hear her friend's call.

Suddenly Peter emerged from an alley not far from her, the two guards right behind him.

Peter looked around the street for a moment before he saw Daenerys and quickly took note of her shaken expression and rushed over to her "Dany, what's wrong?"

"..."

"Dany?" Peter said as he came to a stop a few feet from the Targaryen girl and gently placed a hand on her shoulder, hoping it'd comfort her "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine..." she said in a quiet voice "Just..."

Daenerys didn't finish her response, instead she turned towards Peter and threw herself at him, wrapping her arms tight around his torso as she buried her face into Peter's chest.

"I just... I just want to go home Peter."

"Okay, I got what we needed anyway." Peter said with a nod as he patted his friend on the back while glancing at the two guards "Let's head back to the estate. I'm sure Viserys is wondering where we went by now and is on the verge of a complete fit."

"Of course, my lord." one of the guards said with a bow as they stepped aside to allow Peter and Daenerys through.

"Come on Dany, we're going home now, see?" Peter said as he nodded in the direction of the estate.

"It's not our home though Peter." Daenerys muttered quietly.

Peter frowned at this "What are you talking about?"

He received no response as Daenerys continued to hold him, causing Peter to sigh as he wrapped an arm around her and led her back towards the estate before her brother wondered where they went. The man was starting to get very unreasonable in Peter and Daenerys's outings, claiming they were too dangerous for his sister.

'Why's he care anyway?' Peter thought with a troubled look on his face as he and Daenerys slowly descended the staircase 'He used to always complain about how me and Dany never leave the estate, now it's like he doesn't want us, or rather her, out of his sight for even a second!'

Privately Peter believed it was related to how Viserys has been looking at Daenerys when he thought no one was looking lately. It unnerved Peter because the look that Viserys gave his sister was the same one that the older Targaryen gave the pleasure slave Doreah that he 'acquired' to serve as Daenerys's handmaiden. Peter wasn't ignorant of what such stares meant, he was well aware of the Targaryen's incestuous relations over the years, sisters marrying brothers or cousins, uncles wedding nieces or aunts breeding with nephews and so on.

But Dany has, to Peter's knowledge, never looked at or hint that she sees her brother in such a way, or really any man now that he thinks of it.

'Hmm, I wonder if she prefers the company of women?' Peter thought before mentally shrugging.

Oh well, a matter to dwell on another day.

...

And done.

Next chapter, Waking the Dragon...

answers to reviewers questions or statements:

Jebest4781: Peter's obtaining of his spider abilities will be a bit different compared to the original story, but still largely the same in execution.

gontheone: Peter's acquisition of his powers will be a little different compared to the original story. Peter will be taught how to fight yes. Some women will be with Peter out of pure lust, some because they are being used as bargaining tools by greater powers then them as a way to either secure an alliance with someone like Peter, or to hopefully dissuade him from standing against them. But Daenerys and Silver and one other will be the main women of his harem. They will come before any other and will kill any women that attempt to get between the four of them, whether Peter likes it or not.

Guest: If your referring to Daenerys' rape at Drogo's hands, then I'm afraid I'm gonna have to burst your bubble. The only difference here now is while she's being taken against her will by Drogo, Peter won't be getting laid like in the previous story.

Bobwhy: Yes Peter's trying to remake Valyrian steel, or as close as possible to it, but he's not the one actually making it. He comes up with the possible formula or method to which it's made and he hands it and the scraps of metal the smiths are willing to let him use off to them to use. He knows smithery from reading and watching the smiths, but he's not actually doing it, that sorta thing takes years of dedication and practice, something he hasn't had or will have given the frequency of which he, Daenerys and Viserys are always moving. Could've explained it more, but that's the long and short of why he isn't got more muscle to his frame. That and that pesky metabolism.