*UNDER EDITING* The Silver Dragon | Khal Drogo

Chapter One

A/N: EDITED! A lot of things will be changed in order to fit my story, but I'll make sure that is still somewhat follows the plot of the show/books. I hope you all enjoy! Also, bold italic means that they are speaking in Dothraki.

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The Targaryens. The family that once ruled the Seven Kingdoms, but was ultimately defeated by the Mad King's mistakes and Robert Baratheon. Rhaella Targaryen fled to Dragonstone, the ancestral home of the Targaryens, where she gave birth to her youngest daughter, Daenerys.

Soon after she died, when Robert Baratheon had become king, the three remaining Targaryen children fled Westeros to Essos to live in the Free Cities, where they remained until Daenerys was thirteen and Viserys, the last son, could no longer wait to be get the Iron Throne back. And, the eldest daughter was hidden, thought to have perished and her existence stayed a secret.

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Natheriya Targaryen, the third child of the Mad King, Aerys II Targaryen. Aged seventeen, she stood on the balcony, looking out at the beautiful view of Pentos. This had been her home for years, one where she actually had memories. She could not remember much from Westeros; she was only four years old when Dany was born and they had to leave. Footsteps sounded in the distance and Natheriya sighed as she heard one of the handmaidens, that Magister Illyrio gifted her, call for her.

She turned around, "Yes?" Her voice was soft and kind. 

"Your bath is ready, my Lady," her handmaiden answered her. Natheriya nodded and dropped her slip, walking up the steps and into the scalding water. She knew her handmaidens thought it was odd for her to want a scalding bath, but it relaxed her.

"Atia, please go to my sister and tell her the bath is ready. The tub is too big for just me," Natheriya commanded sweetly. 

Atia bowed and left to retrieve Daenerys. Natheriya looked down at the clear water, scented with oils of lavender and roses. She thought about how the Dothraki were going to show up later that day. Khal Drogo was set to marry her younger sister in order for her brother, Viserys, to gain an army.  It was sudden, but that was to be expected with Viserys's impatience.

The Khal was supposed to choose, but Viserys refused for anything not to go his way. Natheriya heard all about the great Khal Drogo and how he has never been defeated. She heard all about the Dothraki and their legends, customs, and language. She was interested in them since she was a child and Illyrio told her the stories of the fierce warriors and she began to learn about them, especially the language. Illyrio helped her and while she was almost fluent, she still had ways to go.  It kept her busy.

She was brought out of her thoughts as she noticed her sister entering the tub and sitting across from her. Natheriya looked up and smiled at her younger sister. "How are you?" She asked. 

Daenerys shrugged and smiled softly, "I don't know. I should be fine, but I'm afraid."

Natheriya furrowed her eyebrows, "Why are you afraid, sister?"

Daenerys sighed softly, "I don't want to marry yet. I've only began to bleed and I'm too young."

Natheriya smiled sweetly, "Dany, you have no reason to be afraid. Yes, you are young, but you're a woman now. You're a beautiful, young woman and you are kind."

Daenerys shook her head, "He would want you."

"Sister, you know that Viserys doesn't want Khal Drogo to choose, it goes against his plans. Besides, he wouldn't want me. My maidenhead has been taken, I'm soiled," Natheriya said sadly.