𝐒𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐍 ( 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬. )

chapter four.

( ACT I; sleeping dragon )
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chapter 4: the tragedy of sinful love.

IT was apparent that Daenerys' position and power among the Dothraki were growing with each moon passed. The olive-skinned people no longer looked upon her as an outsider, as they still did Vaegon and Viserys, but instead began to respect her for who she was: their Khaleesi. She was gaining their love and admiration, all because she was a kind and gentle soul who was the wife of their fearless leader. Even Drogo's blood-riders began to respect her as their queen.

Though Vaegon had spent his life admiring and rooting for his sister, backing her in everything, he'd only been able to feel bitterness since she'd sent Doreah to lie with him in his tent. Every time he thought of the night, he seethed with anger. Acwound was left by the deception and utter betrayal of him, thinking she had come to lie with him instead of her obedient servant, still stunned as if it'd happened the night before. Part of him wished he had decided to stay in Pentos, but he reminded himself that no matter what came to pass, he wouldn't be able to stay away from her.

Every day, the Dothraki moved. To Vaegon, it seemed as if they never rested. Their line of countless horses, riders, slaves, children, animals, and more would rise early in the morning and set off once more toward their destination of Vaes Dothrak, a sort of hub for the horse-rearing people. He struggled to keep up with the Khalasar each morning, sometimes nearly dozing off in his saddle.

It was mid-morning when the Khalasar halted on a whim, causing Vaegon to be jerked awake by the sudden lack of movement under his saddle. He rubbed away the sleepiness from his violet eyes as he squinted ahead, seeing the long locks of silver owned by Daenerys moving her silver horse off to the side before venturing deeper into the towering grass, Ser Jorah following close behind. The prince would've left her be if he hadn't seen Viserys angrily yanking his horse's reins after her.

Knowing that, more than likely, his arrogant ass of a brother was bound to stir trouble, Vaegon trotted his horse around the line of waiting for Dothraki to make his way toward them both. When he pushed past the grass that led to the area where Daenerys had gone, he found Viserys had cornered her near her horse. Ser Jorah shot him a helpless look as Viserys unleashed his rage on her.

"...you think you have the right to command me? You're nothing but a horse lord's whore! I'll have you whipped for this—" Viserys was in the middle of saying just before Vaegon slid from his saddle just a few feet away.

Viserys looked back with eyes of rage as he turned to unleash his fury on Vaegon.

"It's you feeding her these false ideas, isn't it?" Viserys snarled. "I should have gotten rid of you when I could, sent you off to the fighting pits in Mereen, you useless fucking—" his arm was lifting to strike Vaegon on the cheek, but his hand never got so far.

Vaegon watched as Viserys was helplessly dragged away to the ground, a leather whipped latched securely around his skinny neck as he struggled to breathe. He clawed at his neck, and his violet eyes were wide with panic.