❝A Dragon must serve❞
That's what Aemma Targaryen had been taught her whole life, they serve the Crown, the Throne, the Realm and the people. And that's what she's done her whole life, be dutiful to her family and the Realm, even through rebellions...
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loosely follows season 1, episode 1: winter is coming
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There wasn't much that didn't annoy and anger Viserys Targaryen nowadays. But not being respected and having someone show up after him was one of the things that he hated the most. "Where is he?" he all but growled at Illyrio Mopatis, the owner of the home he and his younger sister were currently staying in.
"The Dothraki are not known for their punctuality." Illyrio reminded the older Targaryen, staring at his side profile for a moment, he hadn't told either of the Targaryen siblings that their older sister, who they believed was dead, was alive and well, and rulling the Seven Kingdoms alongside the Usurper.
There were times in which he wondered how the Targaryen siblings would react to finding out that the sibling they believed to be dead was in reality alive, but then he would see the rage that Viserys would fly into when he mentioned killing every traitor that killed his family and he knew that if Viserys knew that his beloved older sister was alive and hadn't come for him, he would surely kill her himself.
The sound of horseshoes slamming against the stone floor echoed through out the air, bringing Illyrio from his thoughts, and prompting him to turn his head to the front just in time for him to see the actual arrival of Khal Drogo and two of his bloodriders.
Inhaling deeply, Illyrio stepped forward,, switching to the Dothraki tongue as he greets the Dothraki War Lord.
"May I present my honored guests? Viserys of House Targaryen, the third of his name. The rightful King of the Andals and the First Men. And his sister, Daenerys, of the House Targaryen." He then introduces calmly.
Daenerys makes a move to start descending the steps, only to be stopped by her older brother grabbing her wrist and tugging her closer to him so that he could whisper, "Do you see how long his hair is? When Dothraki are defeated in combat, they cut off their braid so the whole world can see their shame." his tone held nothing more than admiration, "Khal Drogo has never been defeated. He's a savage, of course, but he's one of the finest killers alive. And you will be his queen."
Daenerys listened to her brother, eager to get away from his grasp but curious about his words. Thankfully, she was able to leave her brother's side when Illyrio beckoned her forward.
Her potential future husband sat on his horse, his dark eyes watching her curiously, with an analizing glint. Despite being uncomfortable in the nearly sheer and transparent plum dress she was wearing, Daenerys descended the steps while staring directly at him. It wasn't until Daenerys was on the final step, looking up at him with her lavender eyes, the only part of her that displayed fear, that Khal Drogo turned his horse around and led his blood riders away from the group.
