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.・。.・LONG LIVE THE KING! .・。.・ " act two, scene eight "
SERAYAH DIDN'T KNOW WHAT TO FEEL,but fear seemed to be the best option. She should've killed him then and there, as he shook and trembled on his knees before her. She should've killed him then and there, and she wouldn't be feeling such a fear. The opportunity was right in front of her, but she just couldn't bring herself to do it.
She hated him, by the Gods, did she hate him, but she couldn't kill him. He was the only family she had left, and more importantly, the only family Daenerys had left. Serayah had already taken so much from Daenerys, she would hate to be the one responsible for leaving Daenerys without the brother that raised her, despite his cruelty. Despite both the girls' hatred for Viserys, Serayah remembered the day when Daenerys was asked if she wanted Viserys dead by Rakharo- she had said no, she had almost begged the bloodrider not to kill him. She wondered if the younger girl had changed her mind now- regardless, as she had held the knife to Viserys' throat, all she could hear was Daenerys' pleads.
Viserys had stumbled out of her tent after she dismissed him with a quiet hiss, and she had not heard anything of him since. Moments later, Irri and Daenerys had burst through the entrance with two bloodriders with their swords drawn, but they were too late. The damage had already been done.
She had assured them she was fine, and told them to leave her.
She was alone now. Josiah and Mero were clueless about the events that had conspired hours previously, still resting in their shared tent. Daenerys and Irri had retired to their own tents, and her assigned bloodriders stood diligently outside her door.
Her hand never left the small swell of her stomach, the only reassurance that she wasn't physically alone. The egg that basked in the firepit was also comforting too.
"Serayah."
She never turned towards Jorah as his calm voice broke through the stony silence of her room. "Ser Jorah."
Jorah took a seat next to her, casting a side glance at the young girl beside him. "Daenerys informed me of what Viserys did to you."
She shrugged, "I'm used to it. All I ask of you, Ser Jorah, is that you don't tell Mero or Josiah."
Reluctantly, he nodded with a heavy sigh. "Apologies for not being there to defend you, Serayah-"
"Don't worry about it. I can defend myself."
"So I have come to learn it seems." He paused, swallowing down the guilt building up inside him, "How is your child?"
Jorah almost spilled all the secrets he held inside at that content, relaxed smile flickering on her face. This young girl was so young, so charming, so good, and now a mother, and he was betraying her. Unknowing of the traitor beside her and eager to move away from the subject, she gladly replied, "Still there. Viserys didn't go near him."
