❝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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Illyrio hadn't been wrong when he claimed that Daenerys and Khal Drogo would be married soon after, in fact just the following day Illyrio was guiding the two Targaryens to the cliffside for the wedding. Below the siblings could see the large group of people that had gathered to attend the wedding, which Illyrio told them was just Khal Drogo's Khalassar.
Daenerys, dressed in a light purple colour sheer dress took a seat next to her husband-to-be, her whole body shaking from the breeze and anticipation. Illyrio had told Daenerys which gifts to accept as a Khaleesi and which gift to deny as they were for the Khal, and from the moment she'd sat down, she'd been doing just that.
"When do I meet with the Khal? We need to begin planning the invasion." Viserys questioned, glancing back at his younger sister before returning his eyes to the scene before him.
"If Khal Drogo has promised you a crown, you shall have it." Illyrio replied calmly, peering to his side to the Prince fo the Seven Kingdoms, watching how similar he looked to his older sister.
"When?" Viserys questioned like a petulant child, much in the same manner that he asked his older sister things when they were together back before the Rebellion.
"When their omens favor war." Illyrio reminded, having informed the Targaryen siblings of how the Dothraki worked, their beliefs and their nomadic lifestyle, including what they usually ate.
"I piss on Dothraki omens. I waited 13 years to get my throne back, to be able to return home and avenge my mother and sister." Viserys hissed, bringing the horn of ale he drinking from to his lips and taking a large sip.
