the heir - daenerys targaryen

iii

"You're quiet," Viserys says with a smirk. Carra silently side-eyes him before slowly following the rest of the tribe. "Tell me, Carra, do you wish it was yourself that my sister married?" Carra scoffs.

"You find joy in my turmoil, my Prince?" The young man hums, shaking his head no. "No, but I wish to test your loyalty. I know you care about Daenerys, so I pray you do not step on the Khal's toes by keeping her close." The woman looks at him before searching for Daenerys in the sea of people.

She notices the girl move over to the side with Jorah. "I will not jeopardize the for you." She says flippantly before moving over to the side. She moves to the side of Daenerys that Jorah wasn't on and looks at Daenerys with worry. "Is she alright?" Daenerys silently looks at her with an eye roll before taking her horse away.

Carra looks over at Jorah, who shrugs and continues to ride forward.

The hoard settled down and set up camp much later in the day.

Carra hadn't followed far behind Daenerys, and she watched as Jorah pulled her off her horse and allowed the maidens to take her away. "Khaleesi! Your hands!" Carra wants to go after her, but Viserys calls after her. She sighs, turning around to follow him when Jorah addresses him.

"We're still not far from Pentos, your Grace. Master Illyrio has extended his hospitality. You'd be more comfortable there." Viserys turns around. "I have no interest in hospitality or comfort. I'll stay with Drogo until he fulfills his end of the bargain, and I have my crown."

"As you wish, your Grace."

"Well, Mormont, as brutish as this life is, I suppose it is preferable to beheading." There's a small pause, and Carra bows her head as she places her hand over her front. "What did Ned Stark want you for? Buying from a slaver?"

"Selling to one. Some poachers I caught on my land." Viserys chuckles, his smile broadening. "Under my reign, you won't be punished for such nonsense. You can be rest assured of that. Carra." The woman looks up from her feet and at Viserys.

"Come." Carra gives a kind smile to Jorah before following after the blonde. "I wanted to inquire something of you." She hums as they sit on logs. "You've lived in Westeros for most of your life, yes?" She nods silently.

"I'm hoping this partnership sees through, and for that, I need a battle plan. You've seen real combat, and you know of his armies. I need you to be at the head of my planning."

"Of course, your Grace." Viserys smiles.

"Unfortunately, it may take time, considering I don't have a Westeros map." Carra nods, rubbing the hilt of her sword with her gloved hand. He watches her with a grin, noticing how nervous she is. "You want to see her."

"Yes, but she seems annoyed with me all of a sudden. I have no idea why." The prince chuckles and pats her on the shoulder. "Oh, don't worry. I spot plenty of women who have been eyeing you since the wedding." Carra chuckles.

"I'm sure."

Hours passed, and Carra had barely moved. As men sat outside of tents to survey the grounds, she sat where she was and looked around for any sight of threats. Soon, Ser Jorah approaches her.

"Ser Carra." He greets her, and she smiles back.

"Hello, Ser Jorah." She sits back on a log, and he sits on the one in front of her. "I've wanted to ask you about your sword." Carra looks down at the large red gem on the hilt. "How did you find it? After Maelys's death, we all believed Blackfyre to be lost."

"It was, but I found it after a very dangerous trip to Sothoryos." The man's eyes widen in shock. "And what was a young woman like you doing in such a dangerous country?"