My father always used to say, 'slay your demons with Fire and Blood.'
I don't think that will be enough this time.
Especially when your demons are inside your mind, your family, your past, present and future. Especially not when I'm tied to the fa...
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The sun and heat are the things I adore most in this world. I sighed in pure content as the desert rays danced along my pale complexion. For someone who loves the burning orb in the sky so much, my skin looks like it's never seen a day of it in my life. Curse the Targaryen genetics. It was embarrassing nonetheless as the complexions of my siblings and myself out shone everything else here. I felt like I was shining in display for all to see, when in fact I didn't want to be seen at all. It was clear to anyone, possibly even a blind man, that we did not belong here.
My tired eyes found Dany's whom was sitting a little ways away. We seemed to be giving each other silent boosts of hope and confidence. Last night I did not receive any ounce of sleep. I was up pleading- no begging the gods for this to stop.
Daenerys looked beautiful with her long silver hair waving past her shoulders, an elegant yet plain dress shaping her body perfectly. She provided no expression on her facial features, but I could see past the mask. Her eyes staring back to me screamed fear and uncertainty.
The Khal sat next to her in an identical thrown to hers, radiating amusement and excitement, a pure one eighty twist on my sisters' feelings. His hulking figure watching the ceremony before us cautiously, examining all the many half naked dancers and warriors.
I don't blame my sister for being scared, I felt myself becoming petrified of our new surroundings. It was so wild and beast like, not civilised at all.
"When do I get to meet the Khal?" Viserys' clearly bored and uncaring tone sounded from my right. "We need to begin planning the invasion." He finished kicking at the dirt below him, causing me to internally groan.
"If Khal Drogo promised you a crown, you shall have it." Illyrio answered from the other side of me in an almost bewildered voice. Unfortunately for me I was sitting in the middle of the two men, so I struggled to block out their constant chatter- or rather my brothers constant complaining.
My eyes scanned around for something to help attract my attention. I noted how this was the worst decorated wedding I had ever imagined, not like I had been to any weddings myself, but the books described them to be magical and beautiful. Not this chaotic mess.
Peeping through the crowd of half-naked dancers in front of us, my eyes instantly connected with a very familiar face. It was the same man who had been riding with the Khal the other day to inspect Dany. Both of us seemed to be examining each other once again as his eyes found mine, in fact it should have been awkward, I should have been embarrassed, but I wasn't. He truly was one of the most handsome men I have ever laid eyes on, I couldn't stop gawking at every feature and crevice on his well-structured face, even from a distance. From the opposite side of the ceremony, I could feel his power and threatening aura radiating away from his presence he almost gave the Khal a run for his money.
Two burly warriors snapped me out of my trance as they started pushing each other in aggravation, accompanied by ripping out two nasty looking curved swords. Where they seriously fighting? and fighting over a dancing woman, there are others? My thoughts raced on endlessly as I worried this would disrupt my sister's wedding. My heartbeat accelerated tenfold as I watched on in complete and utter horror. A small, quivering gasp left my parted lips as one of the arguing warriors sliced the others stomach in one of the quickest movements I had ever seen. Bile rose to the back of my throat as I watched the poor man's guts splatter to the floor. The victor roared out like a wild animal, cutting the injured man's braid off, throwing him to the ground.
"A Dothraki wedding without at least three deaths is considered a dull affair." I looked at Illyrio in disgust and sadness.
"This is entertainment for them? Its sick." I whispered back harshly, my eyes and heart burning from their sick ways and the slaughtered man. I was even more horrified at the fact no one was helping or clearing his body.
I couldn't bare to watch this all night.
Checking on Dany she seemed to be receiving gifts and not watching the chaos unfold but was approached by an older man dressed in knight gear. I hadn't of noticed him before, but he did not look like he belonged here or anywhere around here. I couldn't make out what they were saying, but I saw him hand her a couple of books.
I honestly don't think I've ever seen my sister pick up a book in her life.
Curiously I peeked over to where the handsome stranger I was ogling over before was, but to no avail he disappeared from his spot. Disappointment bubbled away inside of me, which surprised myself.
Illyrio suddenly stood up, causing my brother and I to glance up at him in surprise. The greying man gestured for two of his servants to bring forward a massive ancient looking chest, which I also hadn't noticed before. I eyed the chest curiously as they approached the newlyweds in a calm manor. His approach seemed to quieten the place down as everyone stared in curiosity.
"Dragon eggs Daenerys. From the shadow lands beyond Asshai. The ages have turned them to stone, but they will always be beautiful." The chest opened revealing three gorgeous dragon eggs, I couldn't believe my eyes. I could feel my brother tense and mutter things under his breath, which I presume was out of total jealousy.
"Thank you, Magister" my sister responded clearly in as much shock as anyone else. She watched as Illyrio retreated towards us.
"And young Dyanna", I jumped in surprise as my name was quietly called from the elderly man.
"Magister" I greeted with a soft smile toying at my lips and curious eyes.
"I too have a gift for you, young princess." Watching in awe, I saw his men pull out another much smaller chest then the one Dany was given. My heart picked up its pace as they chest revealed one white almost silver, and a midnight blue- near black dragon eggs.
"Illyrio.." I gushed as my fingers slightly brushed the top of the silver egg, feeling its roughness.
"Stones now. But nonetheless only fitting to be gifted to the house Targaryen, the blood of dragons." He smiled graciously at me.
"Thank you, Magister." I couldn't believe it as I watched in awe.
"They get dragon eggs?" My brother spat out, standing so that he was way taller than me and just a little more than Illyrio.
"Wedding gifts my king." Magister nodded his head respectively. "I will not be there for Dyannas wedding as I have business elsewhere. I do wish you farewell my grace, as I must return now back to the city before dark." With a kind smile towards me and a brief nod at Viserys, he walked away from the ceremony towards his horses with his handful of slaver men.
"Listen here, you are not married yet Dyanna, whatever you own, I do also! I am the true dragon!" It did not take long at all for my brother to roar at me, once we were alone. He crushed my wrist in a deadly vice grip, as I reached down to pick an egg up.
"Viserys stop your hurting me!" I ground out in severe pain.
"You'll do wise to remember that!" Tears brimmed my eyes as his hand came into contact with my cheek.
He just hit me publicly.
I cowered in fear as he marched off towards Dany and the Khal who were walking off down the ceremony. Clutching at my cheek, I rubbed it soothingly. I don't know what stunned me more. My vile brother slapping me in public, or the cold hard eyes of the handsome stranger staring at my brother and I, looking as if they were about to murder.
