Game of Dragonborn.

Chapter 59 - You Must Decide If You Want My Help.

[Chapter Size: 2100 Words.]

Third Person POV.
Essos.

...

...

"So, you were in Braavos after leaving Dragonstone..." Jon commented. He knew that his uncle and his newborn aunt had escaped Westeros and gone to Essos, but he didn't know the details. Now he could gather some information from the timid girl in front of him.
"Yes... we stayed there for a while, until Ser Willem Darry died..." she murmured, looking down at Jon with fear still present in her gaze.

It was strange how the entire place seemed silent, and if this stranger claiming to be her relative was an assassin, as she feared, she hoped the guards would enter the room.

"I know you're afraid..." Jon said, seeing the girl's discomfort. "I will listen to your story and then leave." He spoke finally, realizing that he wouldn't be able to have a conversation with her otherwise.

"All right..." She trembled slightly upon hearing this from him, as if he could read her mind. But she didn't realize how easy it was for Jon to read her behavior as she kept glancing constantly at the door.

"First, eat the fruit... it won't harm you as you imagine. After all, if I wanted to do that, I wouldn't bother preparing poison." Jon mocked as she nodded reluctantly and eventually obeyed, taking the grapes, clearly giving in to her hunger.

"That's good... now you can continue about your life after your guardian died until you reached Pentos?" Jon continued, satisfied that she had finally touched the food after noticing how hungry she was.

"Yes... we had a hard time after that... since we were robbed by the servants of the house... living as beggars." Daenerys continued, recounting her experience in Braavos, how she and Viserys became beggars. He had even sold Jon's grandmother's crown to survive, while assassins began to pursue them constantly.

Viserys sought support from other people and managed to get some at first, but everyone eventually abandoned them after getting to know him. His personality wasn't very good even then, and it made their lives much more difficult, until they found their final sponsor, this Illyrio of Pentos.

"I understand... you've been through a lot. But I see this marriage as something very bad... after all, Dothraki hardly cross the sea... You'll just become a khaleesi and spend the rest of your life in the desert... Is that what you expect? To bear children for barbaric men while they raid villages and cities?" Jon asked.

"..." Daenerys didn't respond at first to Jon's conclusion, though she managed to hold his gaze, showing a hint of anger at his words, which were clearly offensive.

"Viserys will take the throne..." she said, but couldn't maintain much courage when she saw Jon looking at her calmly. That gaze managed to instill some fear in Daenerys.

"Yes... your brother is intelligent enough to marry his own sister to barbarians for a promise that has no precedent... after all, the Dothraki fear the sea..." Jon mocked before standing up, seeing that he couldn't talk to her any further in this way. Daenerys looked surprised as he moved to leave.

"Anyway... you can eat the rest. It's just light food. If you fear angering your brother, I don't think you'll get fat from a few grapes... Either way, I have one last proposal for you." Jon said while the girl remained silent.

"I won't try to convince you to come with me... because that's not how I act. Still, you're my aunt. Your brother is not someone I intend to help after what I've seen... but you can get out of this situation." Jon commented, and he was interrupted by the girl with a slightly nervous voice.