When Emily died doing down the hill she didn't expect that she'd end up watching up in a large bath of water, with hands trying to pull her to the top. When she reached the top of the bath she took a deep breath and looked around, it looked familiar, but there was no placement for it in her mind.
It took her a few minutes to realize that there were people with her, and that she was naked. When she went to cover herself she froze, seeing how skinny and flawless her body was, along with how much bigger her breasts were. She went to run a hand through her wet hair, only to see white hair instead of her usual bark blond hair.
"What the..." She muttered, frowning in confusion.
After a while more she got out of the bath as the servants got her ready, and as she passed a mirror she couldn't help but gasp. Daenerys Targaryen was looking back at her.
When they pulled her away from the mirror and shoved a dress at her she recognized it right away. It was the dress Danny wore when meeting Drogo. It was a see-through pink dress with dragon emblems on the shoulders.
"Fuck." She muttered to herself.
After they got the 17 year old girl dressed one of the servants led her to where Illrio and Viserys were waiting, and as they spoke she thought about what was to come. She loved Drogo, he was a good husband after that first awful week, but she didn't know if she could let him live. She wants to do as Daenerys did and free everyone from slavery, but she knew if Drogo was alive he'd just enslave them in a different way, and she couldn't let that happen. As much as she loved her husband, she needed to put her future people first.
"Where is he?" Her new pervert brother asked.
"The Dothraki are not known for their punctuality." The man lending them his home told the man just as a group of Dothraki, lead by Drogo himself, finally rides up and Illrio quickly walks up to them to greet them.
"Respect to one that is respectful, Great Khal!" He told them in Dothraki before switching to English. "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." As he continues to talking to them in Dothraki the pervert brother and the recently reborn sister stay back.
"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. 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." Viserys told her before Illyrio turned to them, facing Daenerys.
"Come forward, my dear." The older man told her and sighed, straightening her spin before walking forward, a blank look on her face and mostly in her eyes. In the show Daenerys wasn't this bold, she was scared and wasn't afraid to show it.
When she reached them they both stared at each other for a while until Drogo suddenly road away, and Daenerys knew he liked her. The moment of calm she had, knowing that she wasn't going to be killed today was ruined the moment Viserys ran forward and opened his mouth.
"Where's he going?" He asked, confused.
"The ceremony is over."
"But he didn't say anything. Did he like her?"
"Trust me, Your Grace - if he didn't like her, we'd know." The old man told him and Daenerys couldn't help but nod slightly in agreement, knowing that was more than true.
She blocked them out as she walked behind them back towards the house.
"Do you take me for a fool?" She heard Viserys ask, causing her to snap back into reality.
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Who's Afraid Of Little Old Me?
Fanfic"The who's who of "Who's that?" is poised for the attack But my bare hands paved their paths You don't get to tell me about sad If you wanted me dead, you should've just said Nothing makes me feel more alive So I leap from the gallows and I levitate...
