"Lynasier's followers will abandon her if they know the war is lost, give them that chance. If the city surrenders they'll ring the bells and raise the gates, please if you hear them ringing the bells call of the attack."
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TW: arranges marriage, forced married, dark content and Rape. Please do not read this chapter if you do not feel comfortable. •••••••••••
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••••••••••• "You better make him happy, or else." (Age 13.)
2 years later....
Every little girl dreamt of being married. It wasn't just a duty or trade for them. They had men on their knees begging them to be their wives. duty is a responsibility I've learned over time. My responsibility was to care for my husband. But my duty, my duty was to survive this marriage not only for myself but for my people. I've been in exiled for years next to my older brother. Ser Willem had died not only a few months later than from when he left us. My brother had inherited everything from him. To his money, his estate even his horses. I had nothing, only the skills I possessed and a hand written letter from my brother.
Issa lēkia ēdan pākrisīva worse toliot se jēdri, worse than gō. Ziry didn't care bē anyone yn himself, daor gīda issa. Ziry showed bona tubī. Se bona nyke shall dōrī shijetra zirȳla syt. Syt tubī iksos se tubis nyke dīnagon bē se order hen issa lēkia. "dīnilūks iksos nykeā gaomilaksir". Se nykeā gaomilaksir nyke shall forgo gō. (My brother had turned worse over the years, worse than before. He didn't care about anyone but himself, not even me. He showed that today. And that I shall never forgive him for. For today is the day I marry upon the order of my brother. "Marriage is a duty". And a duty I shall forgo under.)
Daemerys didn't want to do this, or any of this for this matter. She wanted to go home, but home wasn't there anymore. And neither was her brother sanity. "I know how to play a man like Drogonian, I give him a Queen and he gives me an army." Viserys stated told the man. "I do not want to be his Queen." Daemerys said behind him as they stoped to turn around to face her. "I want to go home." She said as her brother hair blew to the breeze. "So do I." He said coming closer to her. "I want us both to go home. But they took it from us." He said stopping in front of her. "So tell me dear sister, how do we go home?" He asked as she looked down at her feet. "I don't know." She said as he smirked at her response. "We go home with an army. With Khal Drogonian's army." He said caressing her hair. "I would let his home tribe fuck you, all 40 thousand men and their horses too. If that's what it took." He said sweatly, kissing her forehead before walking away. Daemerys couldn't believe it, her brother would ever let them do that to her. It was disgusting and nauseating for her that he thought like that. These were one of the times she had wished Daemon to come and save her. It wasn't often that she thought about him now, but when she did- it always had to do when something bad was about to happen. sometimes just for a minute she had wished she had died with her mother.
"Stand tall." Her brother ordered next to her. "Yes brother." She said fixing her self. I would "fix" myself always. It was better than starting a fight or argument with my brother Viserys. It wasn't often that we would argue but when we did I always ended up on the floor. I would endure so much pain, it hurts to even think about it. I forgave him so many times, even if I was fumming. I played this little sweet girl of his for him. I didn't fight against him but stood next to him. I regret not standing up for myself when I had the chance. I wish I could cause make sure he felt the same pain I felt. But I didn't get that chance, and I never did. I was sold, sold by my own blood to this man. I was supposed to be happy, but I couldn't be.
It was supposed to be the day little girls dreams comed true, I didn't want to be here at all. His people were so happy, dancing all around us. My new husband hadn't even said a word to me other and no and yes. I wish I could say it was one of the happiest days of my life, but in reality it was one of the saddest. I would've loved to get married to the man I loved here. The way the sunset blended in together, the way the waves of the ocean hit the rocks. It was a dream, but here I was in my wedding dress sitting next to my husband who couldn't even put a smile on his face. I knew eventually he would love me, and I will have to pretend to love him. But I shouldn't pretend to love him as a 13 year old if I can even love myself. Even if one person from my kingdom came, I would've been remotely happier. And someone did. I could've jumped and hugged him out of joy.
"A small gift for the new Khalessi." The man said holding a box. "Songs of the history of the seven kingdoms." He said handing it to her. "Thank you, sir." Daemerys said looking up at him. "Are you from my country?" She asked "Ser Jorah Mormont of Bear Island. I served your father for many years. Got to be good I hope I always serve the rightful king." He said walking away as a chest was brought in front of her. The chest was opened, and there layed 3 dragon eggs. One green, dark ashy gray and one black one. "Dragon eggs Daemerys." Her brothers associate said. "From the shadow land beyond the shy. The ages have turned them to stone but they will always be beautiful." The man said as look took one into her hand looking down at them. "Thank you." She said looking up to the man. "Do not thank me, Khalessi. Thank your uncle, he's the one who found them for you." The man said as she nodded, watching the man walking back to her brother.
If her uncle knew how to deliver these eggs, why wasn't he here to save her? Did he want me to marry this man? Did he know what was happening all this time? These thoughts rolled into Daemerys head all at once. She had been sitting there so long she didn't notice her husband had stood up walking away. But when she did she walked faster to catch up with him. As she walked through the crowds they had parted for her. All the people had looked at her, some dearing and some fearing. By time she had catch up with her newly found husband as a horse was brought towards her. The horse was white, as snow, as do her hair. It was beautiful her husband was holding the reins as she touched the horse, patting it whispering sweet nothings to it as Ser Jorah walked up. "I don't know how to say thank you in Dothraki." She said turning to him. "There is no for thank you in Dothraki." He said as she stopped petting the horse. Daemerys was greatly sadden by the fact there was no thank you in their language. She said stoped all movements looking at her new husband as she felt a breath on her neck, coming closer to her ear. "You better make him happy, or else." Her brother stated before walking away. Daemerys didn't know what he meant but after he said that her husband had picked her up onto the horse riding with her into the sunset. He had brought her to a secluded place onto the beach where the waves crashed harder into the rocks, undressing her into the sunset.
I wasn't ever taught about sexual relationships and acts hell I didn't know anything. But I did know what was right to wrong and this was very wrong.
He raped me. •••••••••••
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