Game Of Thrones... With A Twist

A Clash of Kings - Chapter 12

<Evening, House of Merchants, Qarth, Essos...>

Daenerys paced around impatiently as she spoke, "He shouldn't make me wait."

"The Spice King is the second wealthiest man in Qarth. He makes everyone wait. Of course, you could have avoided this embarrassment if you married the wealthiest man in Qarth." Xaro Xhoan Daxos once more tried to gain Daenerys's approval and acceptance to a marriage between them that would see him elevated as the King of the Seven Kingdoms.

"I already have a husband." Daenerys spoke stubbornly, holding onto her former marriage with her dearly departed Drogo as a shield.

"Khal Drogo is gone, Khaleesi. You are far too young to be a widow forever... and far too beautiful." The wealthiest man in Qarth claimed once more.

"And you are far too smart to think that I will succumb to flattery." Daenerys retorted as sh continued to pace in her gold adorned Qartheen dress.

"I have travelled very far in my life and met many women, but none that are immune to flattery." Xaro replied calmly, dismissing Daenerys's claim just as the oily voice of the Spice King called, "The Mother of Dragons!"

"Ah, here he comes." Xaro commented as the Spice King himself arrived at long last.

"Forgive me. I had terrible dreams last night. Terrible dreams. I could not sleep until the sun was shining and the birds were singing." The man gave his excuse grandiosely before he tried to flatter the angry Targaryen Khaleesi, "Look what a beauty you are now the Red Waste has been washed off you."

"I am sorry about all that unpleasantness. The silver hair of true Targaryen. Xaro Xhoan Daxos, she is far too lovely for a glorified dockworker like yourself." The Spice King said, insulting Xaro in the process.

"Very true, and yet they say that your grandfather, who sold pepper off the back of a wagon, married a lady far lovelier and higher born than himself." Xaro retorted in jest.

"Every lady alive was lovelier and higher born that my grandfather." The Spice King replied in good humor, eliciting laughs from his entourage.

Daenerys lightly cleared her throat as the Spice King turned his attention towards her, "Did my servants not offer you something to eat, to drink? I'll have them flogged in the square." The Spice King stated grandiosely.

"Thank you, my lord. You are a gracious host, but there is no servant alive that can bring me what I want." Daenerys stated confidently, if not a tad bit dramatically, something the Spice King commented on, "Oh, she has a talent for drama, this one."

Xaro only raised an eyebrow at the jest before the Spice King turned his full attention towards Daenerys and asked, "So, my little princess, what is it you want?" The last part was said in a deeper and no-nonsense tone.

"My birthright. The Seven Kingdoms of Westeros." Daenerys stated imperiously at the fallen legacy of her ancestor, Aegon the Conqueror.

"I fear I'm no better than a servant in this regard. I cannot give you what I do not have." The Spice King stated calmly, if not smugly.

"I'm not asking you for the Kingdoms. I'm asking you for ships. I need to cross the Narrow Sea." Daenerys stated, but the Spice King wasn't going to fall so easily as he replied, "I need my ships as well. I use them, you see, to bring spices from one port to another." He said as if he were speaking to a child.

"Whatever you grant me now will be repaid three times over when I retake the Iron Throne." Daenerys stated, but the Spice King even found fault in that statement.

"Retake? Did you once sit on the Iron Throne?" The Spice King asked.

"My father sat there, before he was murdered." Daenerys answered, although her confidence was beginning to shake.