"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."
Truma can either make or br...
TW: violence, abuse (let me know if I missed anything y'all.) •••••••••••
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••••••••••• His Fate pt.1 (Age 15)
5 years later...
I was still married to that monster. I learned how to pretend and love him. Enduring what marriage had to offer. Everyday I had prayed that he would die, and that I would be free. He treated me like a husband should, he loved me and I "loved" him. I tried to love him, I really did. I gave up everything I was for in trying to love him. None of it worked. The tribe began to love me, more and more than I could imagine. I had them and my dragons. My dragons grew quite a bit over these last few years as I did. They had growned bigger and I had growned better. My hair has grew all the way down to the end of my lower back. Sometimes I had forgotten it was an act. Sometimes I even let myself go enjoying my time with him. I know, it's crazy that you could actually enjoy spending time with your raper. Trust me I know, I told myself that so many times more than I could image while ever being with him.
"Come on, dracarys" Daemerys said leaning over the balcony watching her dragon. "You can do it. Dracarys." She repeated as her dragon tilted its head. "He's never going to get it." Her chamber maid stated changing the sheets. "He can do it." Daemerys stated swiftly turning her head. "Let's try something ok?" She said putting a red rock in front of the dragon. "Dracarys." She said slowly as the dragon spat out fire. "You did it Drogon." She said picking up her dragon. "You did it my sweet Angel." She said spinning the dragon around in the air. "Seems you were right Khalessi." The chamber maid stated. "Thank you." Daemerys said. "Any morning sickness?" The maid asked as Daemerys nodded. Did I forget to mention? She's pregnant? "Is my brother here yet?" Daemerys asked as the maid nodded. "I made him his." Daemerys said showing off a jacket. "And I'm sure he will love it Khalessi." The maid said as Daemerys smiled. "We shall see, well I shall be off now if I wish to make haste." Daemerys said as the maid nodded walking out.
Once Daemerys arrived at one of their tribes tent she had been looking around inside of it. She hadn't spent much time in this tent, hell even any tent. But when she did she always had enjoyed picking up what was near her, necklaces, earrings, rings. You name it. She had found this necklace, gold, with emerald diamonds surrounding it. She was so interested in it that she didn't hear her brother rushing in, throwing her maid on the floor. "You sent this whore to give me commands." He yelled throwing the maid on the floor. "I should've sent you back her head." He yelled at her as Daemerys looked down at the woman. "Forgive me Khalessi, I didn't mean to." The maid said sobbing on the floor. "It's alright, take her away." Daemerys said to the fellow maid. "Of course Khalessi." The other maid said picking up the chamber maid, before walking out of the tent. "Why did you hit her?" Daemerys asked concerned as her brother looks angry. "How many times do I when to tell you, you do not command me." He said coming closer to her. "I wasn't commanding you. I just wanted to invite you to supper." She said showing her arms to the food near by as his head turned to the jacket. "Whats this?" He asked picking up the jacket. "It's a gift." She said as he aggressively picked up the jacket. "I had it made for you." She said meeting his deranged eyes. "Dothraki rags?! You going to dress me now?" He asked angry. "This stinks of manure!" He said throwing the jacket at her face. "All of it!" He yelled throwing a belt at her. "Stop it." She said getting the shot off her face. "Stop. Stop it." She said as he came closer to her.
She could've felt the angry coming off of him. His eyes screamed angry, his mouth spook of bitterness and yet he couldn't scare her.
"You are going to turn me into one of them, wouldn't you?" He accused pouting his finger into her chest. "Next do you want to braid my hair." He asked mockingly. "You have not right to a braid, you've won no victories." She spat out as his eyes bulged. "You do not talk back to me." He yelled giving her a hard slap to the face falling to the ground as he got on top of her. "You are nothing but a horse lord slut." He yelled attacking her as she tries to deflect. "And now you've woken the dragon." He said he yelled as she grabbed the golden belt fitting him in the face with it. "I am the great Khalessi of the Dothraki, I am the wife of the great Khal Drogonian's and I carry his son inside me." She yelled standing up looking down at him. "The next time you raise a hand to me you will en the last time you have hands." She spat as he looked in shock. "You are with child?" He asked as she nodded. "A son. Let us hope he isn't like you, you pathetic excuse of a man." She stated walking away from him.
I truly felt bad for my brother in that moment. He was taught better. And yet he is still like that. A true embarrassment and failure to the Targaryen name •••••••••••
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