The Black and Red Dragon

Chapter 13: A potential future

Okay... how the hell do I get to Vaes Dothrak. A merchant? Could work but I don't know any merchants. Perhaps alone on a horse? No, suicide. The road is dangerous and filled with dangers; bandits, slavers, and let's not forget the Dothraki.

All morning I was thinking about how to get there. I was not getting anywhere. It was at noon when I heard noises coming from the village square. When I got there to see what was going on I saw a group of people setting up a small market. I think it is a trading caravan. Perfect timing.

It took some convincing but they let me join them to Vaes Dothrak. I even had to prove that I could defend myself. The trip will take most likely three weeks or more. During the trip, we will pas the cities of Myr, famous for its lenses and finery, Pentos, a thoroughfare for goods, Norvos, who is famous for the Bearded Priest that rule the city and their tapestries. After Norvos we would head straight to Vaes Dothrak.

It is not the most ideal route, but it will have to do. Not that I have much choice.

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It already has been a week and we just left Pentos. During the whole trip, I decided to work for the trading caravan so I could make some gold. I did not really need the gold. After deciding to leave for Vaes Dothrak I decided to sell my house since I won't be needing it anymore. One of the farms bought it and the gold from selling the house and from my work could come in useful.

Marvin, the leader, decided to rest for the day near a small lake. We are currently making camp. I was given a small tent with a bed and a small trunk for my belonging. It may not be much but I hardly have any belongings so I can't complain. If I am honest the people were very kind and also liked to throw a party.

After a small dinner with the caravan people, and avoiding the party, I decided to just sleep. It is tiring traveling and parties are not something I enjoy very much. Dreaming is also becoming something I look forward to. The dreams were a mix of speaking with Daenerys about the day and other small things, and dreams that contain the memories of dead Targaryens. Sometimes I saw the mad king or Rhaegar singing on a corner of a busy street with ser Barristan.

This time the dream is different. It was not like a memory of a dead Targaryen or a nice talk with Daenerys. It is something similar to the message send by Rhaella. The dream showed me Daenerys walking around a market. Many exotic products and foods were being sold. Some of the traders come from the free cities, some look like people from countries far in the east, there are even some Westerosi traders. Daenerys also looked like she was in the later stages of her pregnancy.

As she walked around the market I saw a merchant selling wine. He was speaking in fluent Dothraki and when he saw her he switched to the common tongue. Daenerys was trying to teach me Dothraki, but she was still learning. That does not make things easy for trying to teach someone. So I could not understand what he said in Dothraki, but most likely something about his wares.

He saw Daenerys and tried to sell her some wine. She was intrigued and the merchant proposed a taste of a particular wine. He was convinced she would like it. Daenerys seemed to enjoy the merchant's enthusiasm and strange behavior. I found it funny too, but something felt off. When he gave her a cup as a sample she tried it, but after only one sip of the wine, she was feeling strange. Daenerys was frantically trying to breathe and I saw the muscles of her neck tighten.

I was completely shocked. He poisoned her with some kind of poison. The merchant quickly ran away while Daenerys was collapsing and slowly dying. People around her were trying to help her but to no avail. I tried to help her in any way possible but my hands were going through her body. I screamed in frustration, a second death on my conscience.

I wake up screaming. I was back in the small tent and realized it must have been a message about the future. It was just like the message Rhaella sent to me. I could walk around but I could not interfere with anything. I need to get to her sooner. In two weeks she might be dead and I won't lose a second person I care about. I will save her.

~Notes~

In case you are wondering what Visenya looks like please take a look at the picture. It is how I imagine how she would look like.

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