Women are supposed to be soft-spoken proper and homemakers and Rhaella Lopez was everything but she was fierce, loud, blunt and deadly. Her family had never been able to accept her but the FBI loved her it was her home, the only place other than the...
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The road to Vaes Dothrak was long and rough, but Daenerys endured it for the sake of her child and husband. Every night, she prepared for the ceremony by drinking a bowl of half-clotted blood. As the first month passed, it became easier for her to swallow and keep it down. She maintained her usual patterns during the day, even continuing her combat training. Drogo, however, kept a watchful eye on Viserys and Jorah. He had only recently learned of what his wife had planned for them.
Near the end of the month, Qotho approached Drogo and reported that Jorah had sent another letter to the bastard sitting on his wife's rightful throne. Luckily, Daella had intercepted it before it got far enough. After ensuring that no sensitive information was included, she sent it off. It seemed that, in recent days, the man had focused more on the beggar king than on their Khaleesi.
However, Jorah had implied that Daenerys seemed barren, as the girl had not become pregnant during the time she had been married. Daella found it amusing as she recounted this to her Khal and Khaleesi, who shared an amused look.
As they drew closer to Vaes Dothrak, a traveller approached the khalasar. Fortunately, Viserys and Jorah were out hunting with Qotho. Daenerys stood waiting with a bright smile as her good sister's brother appeared. "Uncle Oberyn," she greeted him. The Viper hugged the young girl and gave the Khal a respectful nod. "It seems you truly listened to me in our letters," he said, looking at her with a sad smile. Technically, they were distantly related, so he had requested to be called "uncle."
He watched as she walked over to her husband and sat between his legs. The love and devotion in the giant's eyes made Oberyn relax. Good, she was safe with him.
"So, niece of mine, tell me, is your nephew aware of his identity?" Daenerys shook her head and looked towards the horizon. "No. Ned Stark is an honourable bastard and, in this case, an absolute fool."
The Red Viper laughed and leaned forward. "Yes, he is. Did he honestly believe that all the Seven Kingdoms believed that he had cheated? Now, niece of mine, tell me what really happened between my sister and your brother."
"They loved one another. Elia found out that she was barren and felt like she had failed her husband, so she asked Rhaegar to marry a second wife." Daenerys frowned. "My brother disagreed and instead said he would only marry someone if they both fell in love with that person." She gave Oberyn a knowing look, and he sighed. "Lyanna Stark." Having confirmation about what really happened, the man known for drinking and sleeping around swore, "Robert Baratheon is a damn idiot."
