" 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐧 "
The Targaryen Twins, who bathe in fire & ride the sky, come for what is rightfully theirs ... because you do not stea...
___𝔄s night crept across the sky, the domain of dragons was splashed with the shades of tangerine orange, plum purple, and molten gold, casting the lands below in a peaceful-golden hue.
A mumbling hush overcame the courtyard of Xaro Xhoan Daxos' manse, glittering in the setting sunlight, as the gathering of wealthy merchants to welcome the last Targaryens, and their dragons, to glorious Qarth came to it's ending.
The cool breeze of the night that left gentle caresses across revealed skin carried the words spoken between the few guests remaining as Xaro Xhoan Daxos walks with the Targaryen Twins through one of the spacious and luxurious halls of his vast manse.
Torchlight illuminates the Qarthian's dark skin and the Targaryens' porcelain, inhumanely beautiful faces as the twins' host speaks in the silence encompassing the three, looking to Daenerys Stormborn.
"So tell me, how long has your manservant been in love with you?"
Daenerys softly scoffs beneath her breath, glancing up at Xaro with a lifted brow as she walks between her sister and the Qarthian, whom towers over the twins with his tall stature.
"He's not our manservant, and he's not in love with me. He's our advisor. Our friend."
"Unlikely. I can almost always tell what a man wants."
Rhaenaerys hums curiously to herself, beautiful face giving away to nothing she felt as she keeps her sharp as steel Valyrian eyes forward whilst she asks their host, "And what about what a woman wants?"
As the Qarthian stops, so do the ethereal Targaryen Twins. Stood side by side, they tilt their necks to look up at Xaro as he responds, "Much more complicated. You, for example, what do you want?"
Rhaenaerys quirks a brow, "To cross the Narrow Sea and take back the Iron Throne." Fire was behind her breath as she spoke.
"Why?"
"Because we promised our khalasar we would protect them and find them a safe home."
A swift chuckle bounces the Qarthian's wide chest. "You want to conqueror the Seven Kingdoms for the Dothraki?"
Before her younger twin could spew fire at their gracious host whom saved them from the ruthless and unforgiving Red Waste, Daenerys spoke up. "We want them because they're ours by right. The Iron Throne is ours and we will take it."
