Bound by Blood and Oaths

Chapter 6: Desires

Vaes Dothrak

"What will you do now?" Jorah asked as Baelor, Jorah, and Jaehaerys sat together.

It has been two days since he died. Daenerys and Jaehaerys burned their brother as per Targaryen tradition. Both of them may have hated him in the end, but they will still see that their brother is burned as tradition dictates. It was not the biggest or most grandiosos of fires, but it did its job. All that was left of Viserys was ash and the golden crown on a burned piece of wood.

Now the two knights and Jaehaerys sit in a wooden and thatch hut. The golden crown is in Jaehaerys' hand as he looks at it. Light making it shine and give way to the face of what would be the new King. And Jaehaerys will be the new King if he had the means to achieve it.

"I should do something?" Jaehaerys asks as he looks at Jorah.

"You do not want to take back your family's Throne?" Jorah asks as his brows knit together. Baelor watches with his own reservations about what Jaehaerys must do or not do. But he wants to hear and see first.

"There is no question about it, Ser. Does that mean I should now march across the Dothraki Sea and show myself to the people? Beg for an army or buy one with imaginary coins? Tell me, Ser Jorah, will I succeed?"

Jorah sighs while shaking his head. Even Baelor knows he can not win without men, coins, or lands. One cannot wage war without it. There is nothing he can do for now. Especially considering that Viserys tried for years. Even when he had some coin to his name

"Good to see you two at least have sensible heads. I am not going to run off and fight a war I can't win. They do not scream for me to return. The Great Lords of Westeros probably care nothing for me too," Jaehaery continued, putting the golden burned stick down.

"So you will do nothing, Your Grace?" Baelor asks.

"What you see here in front of you is a man that knows nothing about ruling countries or cities. I am as green as the grass outside this city. I know nothing of ruling a Kingdom let alone a small village. That means I need to learn. And you two will teach me. A Kingsguard that served in courts and saw what goes around there. And you Ser Jorah, I have need of your experience of the world. Will you help me?" Jaehaerys asks as he rises to his feat.

Baelor smiles as he stands up. This is someone he's willing to follow. A man who knows what he wants and what he lacks. This man can go farther than his brother could have. "I will, Your Grace. My sword is yours and my advice. From this day to my last day," Baelor says.

"As you will have mine," Jorah says, giving a bow.

"Good. Let us hope the future brings us good fortune because we need it. We will not get far without it. And Ser Baelor?"

"Your Grace?"

"I am in need of a teacher. My skills with the sword are not as good as I like. I fought only as the Bravoosi and it has been too long. Will you teach me?"

"It will be an honor, Your Grace."

"You will sing differently when we start," Jaehaerys laughs, "I have been told I can be difficult at times. But first I have to see Daenerys. She asked me to see her after meeting you. Good day, Sers."

Baelor and Jorah watch Jaehaerys leave. Both feel more pride in serving him than they ever felt in serving their brother. And even their father for Baelor.

"He shows a willingness to listen and work. Viserys never did. A good sign," Jorah says as he turns to look at the knight. "Indeed. May the Gods be kind to him."

Jaehaerys walks through the huts, stone structures, and tents before he reaches the residence of Daenerys. He wonders what she wants to talk about. It is not about Viserys. They have given the man his rest and that is what closed the book for them. Both of them do not feel much sadness about him being gone. Perhaps they had a few thoughts of a few 'what ifs', but that's all.

"Daenerys, may I enter?" Jaehaerys asks as he stands in front of the entrance.

"Please, enter."

Jaehaerys enters the tent and sees Daenerys sitting at a table filled with food and drink. Her handmaidens work around the room to make sure it is clean, and her place is as comfortable as possible.

"Invited me for lunch?" Jaehaerys asks as he sat down on the other side of the table.

"Yes, and I thought we should discuss... some matters now that Viserys is dead," Daenerys says before she turned to her handmaidens, "Give us some privacy. I will find you when I am done."

Each gave a small bow as they left the room. Doreah gave the Prince another look over like she has done many times already. Jaehaerys finds it increasingly frustrating. He knows not much about her, but she is starting to get on the wrong side of Jaehaerys. That much is for certain.

"I assume you will go after the Throne?" Daenerys asks as she served them both. Jaehaerys soon helped her as he nods in response.

"Yes. I will, Dany. It will take some time though, I need to think about the 'how' part," he says, "I have two men in my supposed army. There must be a way, but I can't see it."

"You will find a way, Jaeh," she says while taking a deep breath, "I am trying to help. I have been talking to Drogo. Even saying we could go there for our son... but he doesn't listen. I am sorry."

"Your son?"

"I am not trying to undermine you, honest! I was grasping at sand and it left my lips before I realized," she says quickly a hand touched his arm with worried eyes. The same she had when she was talking to Viserys. That hurts more than anything for Jaehaerys.

"Dany, what do you take me for? You know me better than anyone. Do you think I would hurt you?"

"No! Of course not! You know how I feel about you, Jaeh," she says, reaching for his hands, holding them firmly and warmly.

"Is that so? I have not felt your love since you rode off with Drogo. Do you love me, my dragon?" He whispers in Valyrian. His gaze down at the plate filled with food, brows furrowed.

"I am protecting you, my mighty Dragon! Do you want to die at the hands of Drogo? Is it so wrong of me to stay away so you may live? I can't love you for if I do you will die the most gruesome death."

"A part of me died the day you were taken from me. Let the rest die as well if it means I will have you. I am sorry, it seems I have lost my appetite. Enjoy the food and drinks," Jaehaerys says bitterly as he walks out with heavy steps. Daenerys buries her face in her hands, a heavy sigh leaves her. She so wishes for a different situation.

A different husband.