𝐒𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐍 ( 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬. )

chapter seven.

( ACT I; sleeping dragon )
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chapter 7: the vow to cross the poison sea.

IN the time that passed since Viserys' death, tensions seemed to wane. Despite the original reason for Daenerys and Vaegon to be distant, things seemed to slowly but steadily turn toward a path of redemption. While Daenerys tried speaking to her husband about bringing the Dothraki over the Narrow Sea, albeit all for Vaegon, she found no success. She tried seducing him, bargaining with him, even resorting to gentle begging. It does not budge her stubborn husband an inch.

While Daenerys had tried her best to win back her only surviving brother, Vaegon began training with Jorah on not only one-to-one combat, but the intellectual and literal knowledge that a king should know. Knowing that it was he was the next in line to receive the throne, he decided he would not be as weak and ineffectual as his brother had been. With the golden opportunity at hand, Vaegon refused to allow it slip through his hands.

All while the last remaining Targaryen's carried on in their lived without their cruel brother, things began to crawl to a stop. The Khalasar was staying in Vaes Dothrak for a while it seemed, so finding things to do grew harder and harder. Yet, Vaegon found no care in being bored, for Viserys was dead and his reign of terror was over. Vaegon has no regrets seeing his brother dead and gone, or how he so cruelly died. He thought that if Drogo hadn't done it, he eventually would have.

On one partially slow and gruelingly hot day, Ser Jorah suggested that Vaegon venture to the market, to 'further develop his social skills among diverse people', as the knight had put it. He had told Vaegon it was important to be able to tolerate anyone he encountered, even those whom he might dislike.

Reluctantly, Vaegon followed through with the knight's suggestion. They arrived at the market at early afternoon, meandering along the street among the people. Vaegon was surprised to find such diversity among Vaes Dothrak, a city he'd formally believed to be full of nothing but the nomadic savages. He spots many different types of people selling goods. A Tyroshi merchant with a dyed lime green beard full of beads spoke in bastardized Valyrian while a Pentosi man bargained with people over his assortment of trinkets and jewels. The diversity went on and on.

Different smells filled the air and the beat of a drum was audible somewhere in the distance. Pleased to be entertained, Vaegon was thankful Jorah had suggested the visit.

"Is this what King's Landing is like?" Vaegon asked as they walked.

"In a way, yes," Ser Jorah replied. "You'll find merchants from Essos in the city, trying to sell their wears to both gullible nobles and easily fascinated commoners. There are also the normal residents of the capital trying to make a living. But you won't find such diversity among the people and things as you would in Essos."

"Is it as dirty as they say?" Vaegon wondered. "Even from what I remember living there, it only consists of certain places in the Red Keep."

"In some places, most definitely," Jorah told him. "Flea Bottom is as run down as the name might put it, full of poverty, sickness, and hunger. Unfortunately, the orphanages run rampant there. Most don't stay running or at least struggle to."