Khal Drogo and his Khaleesi

The begining of the end

For all my life all I can remember is being on the run.  My brother never shared anything with me,  all he knew how to do was oreder me around and treat me like a slave girl.  I never had a chance to enjoy being a child or had any real friends because we moved around so much.  I could tell that he hated me for this.  Like it was my fault that we didn't have a home to go to or food to eat every day.  He always told me that I was the reason we lived this way, and all i ever wanted was to feel accepted and wanted by him, but he never showed an ounce of that to me.  He loved the girls he layed with night after night more then he loved me, they got all his attention.  It wasn't until one day, I noticed him staring at me as I was getting ready to begin my daily doings.  It gave me the creeps and it made me feel uncomfortable.  As I walked passed him I couldn't help myself and I made a snide remark.   That probably wasn't the best idea, because the next thing I knew, I felt his hand hit the side of my face like a tone of bricks being tossed against the wall.  My brother slapped me so hard, that my face felt like it was going to explode.  He grabbed me by the neck and pushed me up against the wall.  I could no longer fell the ground underneath my feet. 

He told me that I was a spoiled little brat and that I didn't deserve anything, that I didn't deserve to be a Targaryen. I tired to gather my thoughts, but I could feel my head beginning to throb as the tightness of his hands squeezed my neck harder.  It wasn't until  IIIyrio came into the room demanding that Viserys remove his hands from around my neck, that he released me.  He told my brother that should I be damaged in any way, he wouldn't accept me.  I didn't understand what they were talking about.  All I could think of was how I would get away from the monster of a brother I had.  I began to feel lighted head as IIIyrio begun pulling on Viserys shirt sleeve.  It was at that moment that he released me and I came crashing back down onto the floor.  I wanted so much to get up and give him a piece of my mind, but no words came to mind as I attempted to catch my breathe. IIIyrio kneeled down to help me, but Viserys told him to leave me.  He said that a whore girl like myself didn't deserve the help from noble men like themselves.  It was in that moment that I felt a burning sensation in my gut that I had never felt before.  I attempted to stand, but my feet gave from under me and I fell back down.  Before Viserys and IIIyrio left the room, Viserys told me that I should try to make myself look presentable.  He said that the warlord he was selling me too expected a princess, not some little cunt of a girl like myself.  He said that I needed to be on my best behavior and try to act like a civilized girl or he would wake the dragon out and I would be punished.  My brother was always threatening me with the waking of the dragon.  It was something I never seen, but it scared the hell out of me.  I asked him what he meant about being sold to the warlord, he just laughed and said "you'll see little sister", and walked out of the room.

I looked around the room not knowing what to do, did I actually hear my brother correctly.  Did he actually just say that he sold me.  How could he do this to me.  I knew he hated me, but to go as far as selling me off like I was some prized horse.  Who does he think he is.  Well, I won't do it, I won't be treated like some slave girl off the streets.  I AM Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen.  As I looked around the room, I noticed a sheer light pink dress hanging in the entrance to the steam room.  I walked up to the dress and begun to feel the fabric of the dress.  I had never felt anything so soft before in my life.  I knew this had to be from IIIyrio because my brother had no taste in fine things, nor did he have any money to make such a purchase.  But why would IIIyrio give me such an extravagant gift.  What is it that he really wanted from my brother or me for that matter?  Just as I was about to leave my room, my brother walks in with three handmaids that he said were here to help me get ready to meet my future husband.  I looked Viserys straight in the eyes and told him that I wasn't going to marry anyone.  Viserys didn't like that, in fact he showed me just how much.  After he left, I tried to stand, but was unable to.  The force of the impact to my stomach was so intense, that I believed it knocked the wind out of me.  He told me that at least this time, "it wouldn't leave a mark".  I despised him  so much, that I actually started to believe that anything would be better then being here with him.  But married to some warlord!  How could he do this to me, how could he be so cruel, but then I remembered who I was talking about.  He was the only family I had left, and he hated me with every ounce in his body and for what, for something that was out of my control.   It's not my fault our mother perished after giving birth to me, nor is it my fault that the Targaryen name had become a curse on us, but he blames me for everything that goes wrong. In fact everyday he finds new things to blame on me.  I can never win in his eyes, to him I'll always be this little bratty girl who he had to take care of.  This little girl that always followed him around like some little lost puppy.  Well, I guess he's finally found a way to rid me of him.  But to a warlord, what is my brother up to.....