𝐒𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐍 ( 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬. )

chapter fourteen.

( ACT I; sleeping dragon. )
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chapter 14: the short life of peace.

THE villa of Xaro Xhoan Daxos, as was learned, was the name of their savior. It was a blissful welcoming back into civilized society, something the three Westerosi thought they would never return to. Upon arrival at the merchant's home, everyone left in the small Khalasar was given as much food and water as possible. Sleeping quarters were assigned, and even new clothing.

Given an entire wing of the great villa to themselves, Vaegon was presented with the delightful opportunity to bathe. A steaming, subterranean tub full of perfumed oils was drawn in the bath-room for the Targaryens to cleanse themselves.  Vaegon and Daenerys sat together in the seemingly near-boiling water, but it only felt delectable.

Vaegon had previously thought he'd die before he ever saw the water again, but here they were, sipping on fine wine in a wealthy merchant's home after being stuck in the desert hours before. He was still angry to think that all Thirteen except for Xaro were willing to let them die in the Garden of Bones over being denied the audience of their dragons.

As he held his cup, Vaegon admired the curves of Daenerys' body through the steaming water as she ran a softened sea sponge along her skin at the other side of the bath. Her long, soaked hair was plastered to her pink-turned skin, her cheeks flush. She focused on washing herself before her eyes caught him, and a playful smirk appeared on the corners of her lips.

"What?" She asked playfully.

Vaegon shrugged with a smirk on his lips. "I'm just admiring the moment. It has been quite some time since I've seen you in this condition. It is a wonder to behold, I must admit."

Daenerys playfully splashed water at him as she bit her lip, and he reached out to shield himself in response. Snatching her wrist, he drew her to his lap and set the wine behind him. Grabbing a hold of her hips, Vaegon held her securely in his grasp as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He kissed along the softness of her neck.

"To think we were going to die but hours ago," Daenerys murmured as she kissed his cheek. She moved away a piece of damp hair that had fallen over his face. "If it weren't for Xaro, we would have been."

"I am ever grateful—," he said between the kisses he was taking on her neck. "For his hospitality—" he pulled her back to kiss her lips. Once he had smashed his lips somewhat aggressively against hers, he continued to speak. "But if I have learned anything, he did not do this out of the kindness of his heart. Do you think he took us and your Dothraki in to merely boast about hosting the Targaryens in his home?"

"I'm afraid not," Daenerys agreed.

"He wants something," Vaegon stated bluntly. "And I'm determined to find out what."

"But for now," Dany said. "We must focus on recuperating. We were in the waste for a long time and the grass sea even longer. Do you remember when we were so desperate to have the foods back that we used to dine on in Pentos?"