Streaks Of Silver (Game of Thrones)

Chapter Nineteen: Strained Reunion...

After departing Dragonstone, Litha would arrive in Essos in a matter of days. Leaving on her own, with her horse to ride out for the Dothraki Sea. Crossing plains, bamboo forests, jungle and even more wide open fields before she came upon the Khalassar of Drogo...

Entering the encampment, she rode through without fear. Headed straight for the Khal's tent where she would see a young, silver haired girl sitting with her new husband. Braiding his hair while practicing the language until she looked up to see Litha looking down at her...

"Who're you?" she asked, recognizing her features as she dismounted from her horse.

"Apologies, Khaleesi, for arriving here without an invitation, but I come on behalf of my late father...your brother," she declared as Danaerys froze and the both of them would hear a scoff nearby.

"Rhaegar's daughter was murdered by the Mountain!" Viserys would shout as he pushed his way into view.

"Rhaenys was killed, yes...but that was after he annulled his marriage to Elia Martell to be wed to Lyanna Stark, my mother in secret, who died in childbirth," she corrected him as his face dropped, "I am Visenya Targaryen, daughter of Rhaegar Targaryen and for the good of the Seven Kingdoms, to avoid needless bloodshed, I have come to challenge your claim as the rightful head of our House," she declared her challenge as Danaerys stood along with her husband and Jorah Mormont came outside in just as much shock as Viserys was in right then.

"You, a girl, want to challenge me...?" he scoffed at the very idea while the girl stepped forward.

"I was raised in the North by Lord Eddard Stark under the false name of Snow...I would not make this challenge at all, if I did not feel it was necessary to protect my home and my family, including the both of you," she confirmed this with a hand on the pommel of a new sword at her hip as she looked to Danaerys who honestly looked relieved.

"You don't want the throne," Danaerys said then, earning a shake of her head. Meanwhile, Viserys couldn't stop staring at the sword she carried. The exquisite blade he believed to be lost to time, or worse. Treasure hunters.

"I do not, Khaleesi. I want peace...and if Robert Baratheon had had his way, he'd have sent assassins here in my place. This was the only way he'd allow you both to live in peace. Here in Essos with your new family," she elaborated on her purpose and then turned back to Viserys, "Anyone who craves of a throne they believe they deserve does not deserve to sit on one. Which is why I hereby publicly challenge you, Viserys Targaryen to a Trial by Combat," she concluded as he still stared at the blade.

"You carry Darksister," he breathed in rage, "You carry Visenya the First's blade," Viserys specified, earning a nod.

"I found it in Dragonstone...along with my grandmother's body still laying in her birthing bed," she stated these words gravely, "Out of respect for both you and Danaerys, I had her remains cremated and the ashes spread on the black sand shores. She's free of her purgatory," she said before Viserys drew on her with a shout and Jorah forced himself between them. Shoving the Prince back.

"A trial by combat has been called! It must be answered or your honor is forfeit!" Jorah snapped at the silver haired young man who was panting in anger.

"Some half breed bitch from the North!" Viserys screamed, "Hiding all this time with the enemy!"

And that made her blood boil, "I didn't know my real name until a month ago! I believed all my life that I was Litha Snow! Bastard of Lord Stark until he and King Robert told me the truth and I declined my name! I shouted in his face that I wanted nothing to do with it! Then, he threatened the life of your sister on the chance she might get pregnant soon!" she argued with him, gesturing to Danaerys who was watching her in awe, "So, if we don't settle this, if I don't claim my birthright, then he sends someone here to carve her up and slit your throat! Is that what you want?!" she barked in his face, Jorah holding the both of them apart now.

Drogo spoke then, though Dothraki was beyond Litha's lingual palate, "I apologize, could someone translate?" she looked around and Jorah sighed.

"He thanks you for coming to deal with the problem before it got out of hand," Mormont declared, then nodded his head toward Viserys as Drogo went on, "The scratches on his face are from a fight he had with his sister, defending herself from his temper...he would make a very poor leader," Jorah continued for the Khal as Litha looked up at the behemoth of a man.

"Whatever I can do to protect your Khaleesi from the West, I will...because that's what families do for each other. Protect each other and the people who need them, no matter what," she promised this as Danaerys took a few steps toward her.

"Your King would allow me to live here in peace among the Khalassar...? I never need look over my shoulder again...?" she asked, receiving a bow of Litha's head.

"He gave me his word, on my mother's crypt," she replied soundly as Danaerys smiled sadly.

"Then, I wish you luck."