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GAME OF THRONES
SEASONS 1-AU 8 & beyond
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AT mid-morning, the day after Xaro's garden gathering, the Targaryens arrived at the villa of the Spice King, a man they didn't know the actual name of but still needed his assistance if they planned to get to Westeros with an army or ships.
They'd arisen early, Vaegon eager to acquire the desperately needed assurance. Yet, his weariness of their host still hung amid his anxious thoughts. The Spice King's villa was similar to Xaro's, with plenty of expensive decorations of gold and gemstones, which seemed to be the choice way to show off wealth in Qarth. Lavish Lyseni rugs covered walkways, and Tyroshi tapestries hung beautifully on the walls. Birds' song echoed through the villa, and the wind blew lazily, yet tension was still thick in the air.
They waited in a small courtyard at the base of a stone stairway. Vaegon paced back and forth, his mind racing as Jorah and Daenerys watched, their expressions painted with the same concerned expression he had. He was still angry about Xaro's proposition to give Daenerys to him, so he'd chosen to stay well apart from their host. Nor did he tell Daenerys of it.
"Must he make us wait all day?" Vaegon muttered in annoyance as he absentmindedly rubbed his chin. Upon their arrival, he'd been optimistic. It didn't take long to wear away, for Vaegon was impatient. His other hand clenched and unclenched, a habit he often practiced when agitated.
"This is the Spice King, Your Grace," Jorah pointed out from where he stood off to the side, his hand resting on the pommel of his sword as he often did. "He does not seem to be a man of punctuality."
"We can only hope our wait will gain us ships," Daenerys voiced to stay positive. She looked to Vaegon, who still paced angrily. "I'm sure he will be here soon, Vaegon. And once he is, we can negotiate the beginning of the conquest."
"Perhaps he will," Xaro shrugged from where he stood, muscular arms crossed. "Or perhaps he will make you wait as he does everyone else who comes for his aid."
Vaegon shot a silent glare toward their host, who didn't even seem to see it. Luckily, a commotion at the top of the stairwell finally brought the Spice King to their presence, and an entire entourage of tastefully dressed nobles followed behind him. The merchants' followers peered down with hungry looks as if they couldn't look at the Targaryen closely enough.
"King Vaegon!" the Spice King exclaims, welcomingly as he pauses halfway down the steps. And Princess Daenerys, the Mother of Dragons." He sweeps his gaze across them all before continuing. "Welcome to my humble villa. Xaro tells me you have come to ask me for some assistance. What is it that may be?"
Vaegon, having found a place at the base of the steps, looked up to the Spice King with slitted eyes and a hand blocking them from the sun's shine.
"We've come to ask for your assistance in acquiring ships for our return to Westeros," Vaegon stated. "You are the only one we could come to. You have the most ships in Qarth."
