Conquest Of Fire And Blood

Chapter 9: Illyrio's Manse

-Aegon Targaryen- Pentos-

Aegon rose from his crouched position, he was covered in blood, some was his, some was not. 

Men where staring with frowns and shocked faces, Aegon took a deep heavy breath and raised his swords.

He turned in a circle, making sure all attention was still aimed on him. "ANYONE ELSE?!"

Men immediately look down and Jon waited a few moments before a man steps forward with two daggers.

"I accept!" He yells.

Aegon turns to him and cracks his neck. "Then bring it."

The man charges at Aegon. Aegon easily side steps and brings both Blackfrye and Darksister up in a beautiful arc that cleaves the man of both his arms.

He screams in pain and collapses to his knees, staring at his wounded limbs in shock.

Aegon then cleaves off his head, the head tumbles down through the sand and stops at a man's foot, who immediately backs away.

Aegon returns to the middles of the circle. "WELL?!"

Aegon waits and waits, but no man steps forward.

He walks up to one of the men on the steps. "Free my friends and bring them here. Now." The man nods and scurries away.

Aegon walked back into the middle, now feeling dizzy and weak, he can barely see straight but he knows he mustn't show weakness to the Dothraki.

"Continue packing up, we head to the same destination. Spread the word! KHAL DROGO IS DEAD!" He announces loudly.

Aegon turns at the sound of men walking and smiles at Kris, Tommis and Willis leading the sailors who had followed him here.

The Dothraki men start to drift off, obeying Aegon's order.

Kris runs up to him. "Aegon! You won!"

"Yeah no shit." Aegon replies, groaning when his chest flares up in pain.

From the blanketed basket a shriek sounds, loudly. The Dothraki men who had stayed all focus on the basket, as do the sailors.

Kris looks in alarm at Aegon but Aegon only nods. "Open it, let her free."

The Dothraki start to regather as Kris bends down and unhooks the basket, he then yanks off the blanket and a purple dragon jumps out, shrieking loudly.

A collective gasp echoes through the crowd as Lytharax jumps up onto Aegon's arm, flapping her wings in an attempt to fly. 

She then crawls up his arm and rests on his shoulder. Lytharax spreads her wings and screeches louder then she had ever had done before.

Men gape and stare until one of Drogo's blood-riders slowly begins to kneel. Quickly the Dothraki savages, men, women and even some children are kneeling, once Kris kneels so do all the other sailors.

Aegon takes a deep breath and turns to look at every person in the Dothraki camp kneeling before him and his dragon. Shock written on his expression.

-Daenerys Targaryen- Pentos-

Daenerys lay in her bed, not in the furs, just laying on them, staring at the ceiling. She was softly crying to herself, her thoughts consuming her.

Her brother was a horrible person, yet he thinks he could be King?

He would never be a King. Not to anyone, no one would respect him, no one would love him, they would only fear him...like she does.

Today was the day Khal Drogo arrived, today was the day she would lose what little life filled with choice she had, while her brother gained an army at her expense.