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Pentos, Illyrio manse

LATER THAT DAY, DAELLA ENDED UP APOLOGIZING TO VISERYS. SHE DIDN'T WANT ANY BAD BLOOD BETWEEN THEM, EVEN IF SHE TRULY WASN'T SORRY. HE NEEDED NOT KNOW THAT. Viserys told both Daelle and Daenerys to pack once Illyrio had got the message from the Khal to come to the wedding. It all felt like a dream, a dream she wish to wake from. But at last she couldn't, it was something that Daenerys would have to go through and soon she would too. She prayed to the gods that Viserys would not wed her soon, she dreaded that day. But she mustn't think of that, not when her sister's wedding was the next morn, she prayed to the gods everything would go smoothly.

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Outside the city walls of Pentos, hordes of Dothraki warriors— along with their women, children, and slaves—have gathered to celebrate their Khal and their new queen wedding. Daella watched her sister closely. She sat by her husband;the khal, as beautiful as Dany was in all her silks Khal did not once look upon her. And as beautiful as she was in her silks she looked scared as a trapped animal. Daella felt sorry for her sister.

Daella continued to watch Daenerys, but her attention shifted when Khal Drogo shouted commands and jested in his own tongue to his bloodriders, who sat below him on the second-highest level of the ramp. Which Daella also sat along with her brother;Viserys. And Illyrio, and a man she could tell was from Westeros.

Daella quickly turned and took in her surroundings, as saw a lot of things that was considered barbaric. She saw men fucking and fighting over women just to rape them. She watched as a man beat another to death, and him being cheered on. She looked at the food,she hadn't eaten any of it, it was all bloody. She did not feel comfortable.

"Keep gawking and they'll think you weird more." A voice came from beside her, which she recognized all to well. Viserys.

"I thought you don't care what they think. You're the King of the Seven Kingdoms," Daella voiced not looking at Viserys. She now watched the Westeros man she had noticed earlier. "I am, and I don't care what people think as long as they support the rightful King." Viserys rolled his eyes at her, he loathed her so. Instead of letting the boiling angry come over him, he turned to Illyrio. "When do I meet with the Khal? We need to begin planning the invasion."

Illyrio glanced at Viserys, "If Khal Drogo has promised you a crown, you shall have it." He reminded the  slivered hair man. Viserys rolled his eyes huffing, "When?"

Daella thought he sounded like a child throw a fit. Maybe he wasn't a man, maybe he was a child still. "When their omens favor war."

"I piss on Dothraki omens. I waited 17 years to get my throne back."

Daella continued to watch another two men fight to the death over a woman each is trying to rape. As Khal Drogo watches avidly. Illyrio noticed Daella's disgust. "A Dothraki wedding without at least three deaths is considered a dull affair."

She turned to him with disgust, "How could one do that?" Viserys turned to his bastard sister taking in the expression on her face. "Because, sister, they are savages." She looked back at him, "You shouldn't speak poorly of them, I'm sure someone here can speak the common tongue and can translate back to the Khal."

Viserys rolled his eyes at the girl, " Why should I listen to you? I'm the King of the seven kingdoms. Don't forget your place little sister, you're just a bastard, nothing more nothing less."

Daella sallowed, she didn't understand why he must remind her. "You never fail to remind me, brother." It was all but a whisper, she hope Viserys didn't hear it. And when she glanced at him, she was relieved that he didn't. She looked back at the Khal and her sister. The Westerosi man appeared in front of them, she watched on as the Khal greeted him in Dothraki. She soon learned his name to be Jorah Mormont. He came bearing gifts; books. "A small gift for the new Khaleesi. Songs and histories from the Seven Kingdoms.

"Thank you, ser. Are you from my country?" She asked.

"Ser Jorah Mormont of Bear Island. I served your father for many years. Gods be good, I hope to always serve the rightful king." Jorah said introducing himself, he seem to have honor, she hope he did if he was to serve her brother. She heard Illyrio stand and walk over to Daenerys with a chest. Inside were four eggs; dragon eggs.

"Dragons' eggs, Daenerys. From the Shadow Lands beyond Asshai. The ages have turned them to stone, but they will always be beautiful." He explained to the young queen. Daella smiled at the eggs. They were beautiful. "Thank you, Magister."

Daenerys turned to Daella waving her over. Daella carefully moved over to her sister. "I want you to have an egg." Daenerys picked up a purple egg. "Here, I want you to have it."

Daella shook her head, "No I could never. They were a gift to you Khaleesi."

Daenerys chuckled at her sister, "And now I'm gifting one to you, and you needn't called me Khaleesi. You are my sister always and forever." Daella smiled at her sister. "Thank you Daenerys. They may not ever hatch like they did before us but I'll still cherish this."

Daenerys smiled at her sister watching her inspect the egg. Whilst from afar Viserys grew angry. Why wasn't he given an egg? He was to be King, it wasn't fair he thought. Especially if the bitch bastard got one.

Khal Drogo stood with Daenerys soon following. Everyone stopped what they were doing as they watched the Khal and his Khaleesi walk down the aisle. Daenerys was scared, everyone was looking upon her and she scared of what was to come. She was afraid to consummate the marriage. The khal led her to a perfect unspotted white horse. Daenerys pet the horse softly, admiring it. "She's beautiful."

Daenerys looked behind her to see Ser Jorah and Daella. Her purple eyes looked upon Ser Jorah. "Ser Jorah, I don't know how to say thank you in Dothraki."

"There is no word for thank you in Dothraki." He stated. Daenerys eyes slowly met her sisters before she looked to her husband. He stepped closer to her making her step back. He finally reached her and lifted her up on the horse. Before getting on his own, Viserys made a point to grab onto Daenerys leg. "Make him happy." Daenerys did not say a word, she didn't know how to... make him happy. So just hopped he wouldn't be rough with her.

Daella shed a single tear for her sister she too was also scared for her wellbeing.