Elysian

7

The arrival at Vas Dothrak was a rather quick one, and one that Reyna and Drogo were pleased to have succeeded, Viserys Targaryen did his best to steer clear of Reyna while Daenerys did her best to be constantly by her side, teaching and learning. Unfortunately, Reyna had been taking care of business and left Daenerys with Irri when the said handmaiden approached her in fake calmness and pulled her aside.

"Irri you must be quick, I'm in the middle of business." She told the handmaiden as she was led into the closest tent, and instead of having an answer, she had a sight, a terrified handmaiden that had taught Daenerys and Reyna a few things, her hair a mess and her face bruised, eyes red with tears. "What happened?" Reyna instantly inquired, rushing to the handmaiden and gently pushing the hair out of her face.

"Lord Viserys Khaleesi. He is with the Khaleesi right now." Irri answered, her words made Reyna halt and pale, "And... where are they?" Reyna inquired, slowly, terrified of what might be happening, "In the Khaleesi's tent." Irri answered, "Stay with her, clean her up, do not call upon anyone else." Reyna ordered before running out of the tent.

Her feet led her to her brother and sister-in-law's tent where Daenerys stood heaving with her hair a mess and her brother stood across from her, holding his cheek in shock and pain, the white-haired Khaleesi saying angrily "I am a Khaleesi of the Dothraki! I am the sister of the great Khaleesi, the wife of the great Khal and I carry his son inside me. The next time you raise a hand to me will be the last time you have hands."

She burst through into the tent, the Valyrian steel sword raised and pointed at Viserys as she reached Daenerys "What happened here?" She inquired, demanding a straight and honest answer, "Nothing I haven't taken care of." Daenerys replied, "Tell me what he did Daenerys." Reyna pressed, stepping closer to the shocked Targaryen, "I have already taken care of it. He has been warned." The white-haired Khaleesi said, grabbing Reyna's hand and pulling her back to her.

"Get out of here!" Reyna simply hissed at Viserys before turning to her sister-in-law, cupping her chin and forcing her to look right at her, her green eyes scanning Daenerys Targaryen's pale face for any wound, worry clouding them. But the young Targaryen merely placed her hands on top of Reyna's and pulled them down, saying softly "I'm alright. He didn't harm me." 

Reyna wanted to believe what her sister-in-law was saying but she found it hard, "You're too stubborn like I am. But you need to be careful, not many people like that." she found herself saying, and to her shock Daenerys wrapped her arms around her neck, hugging her, a silent thank you for having rushed to try and protect her, a silent thank you for having taken care of.

Slowly Reyna wrapped her arms around Daenerys's waist, hugging her back in an awkward way seeing as she wasn't exactly an expert on hugs. Irri then entered the tent, fearing the worst, but let out a relieved sigh as she saw the two Khaleesi's hugging, as Jorah entered behind her, "Irri told me what Viserys did, are you alright child?" he inquired, prompting the two women to break apart.

"I hit him. I hit the dragon." Daenerys told Jorah the second Irri walked away, going back to tend Dorreah, "Your brother Rhaegar was the last dragon. Viserys is less than the shadow of a snake." Jorah stated, his eyes watching as Reyna walked to the things that had been thrown to the ground, picked them up and placed them on top of chests, "He is still the true King." Daenerys replied, her eyes casting to the ground.

"The truth now, do you want to see your brother sitting on the Iron Throne?" Jorah pressed, placing a hand on the hilt of his sword comfortably, "No. But the common people are waiting for him. Illyrio said they're sewing dragon banners and praying for his return." The Targaryen Khaleesi sighed, "The common people pray for rain, health and a summer that never ends. They don't care what games the high Lords play." Ser Jorah told the Khaleesi, a small chuckle escaping his lips.

Reyna merely watched at her sister-in-law looked upon their adviser and inquired "What do you pray for, Ser Jorah?" this seemed to stun Jorah because he had to stop for a short while to think about it, and when he found the answer he said lowly "Home." Reyna smiled at her adviser, she had heard many stories about the land where he was from, Bear Island. Part of her wanted to see it, but the other part knew that she would never cross the Narrow Sea. "I pray for home too. My brother will never take back the Seven Kingdoms. He couldn't lead an army even if my husband gave him one. He'll never take us home." Danerys said with sudden realization.

Drogo entered the tent shortly after, making the other two leave, "You seem to have grown fond of your brother's wife Khaleesi." Jorah stated, looking to the side at the tan woman beside him, "I must, we are sisters after all and sisters stick together." Reyna commented, "Indeed they must, but you seem to favour her more than other possible candidates." Jorah chuckled making Reyna smile softly as well "She's got no one Ser Jorah, and I intend to always be there for her." 

Jorah nodded and watched as the Khaleesi entered her tent, inside, Reyna removed her swrod from her hilt and placed it next to her bed, freed her hair from the braids and removed her shoes before sitting by the fire and the dragon eggs, her fingers slowly tracing their scales as she watched the embers, the blood red and coal black eggs feeling warm and alive under her palm.