Conquest Of Fire And Blood

Chapter 13: Dothraki

-Daenerys Targaryen-

"Do you know how to ride a horse Daenerys?" Jon asks as he jumps on his saddle.

Daenerys looks up at him while stroking her horses mane.

"Yes, I am not very confident with it however." She replies.

Jon smiles. "We'll take it easy then."

Daenerys nods and Kris walks over to help her up into her saddle, once she is correctly seated, Jon guides his horse to hers and offers her his smile.

"Lets ride shall we?" Jon says, his horse starting to trot, Daenerys quickly follows.

Daenerys soon catches and rides along side Jon, who chuckles softly at the look of determination on her face.

"What?" she asks, after noticing him laughing to himself.

"Oh, nothing." He smirks, Daenerys smiling at him.

After a moment of silence Daenerys makes eye contact with Jon. "What am I too expect from the Dothraki?"

Jon's eyes change after she asks that question. "I don't know much about their culture either, I have only traveled a single day with them. Kris has told me some things and I have noticed things on my own but I still know little to nothing."

"How many men do you command?" Daenerys asks.

Jon takes a deep breath. "If Kris is correct, around forty thousand."

"Forty thousand?! And what do you plan to do with your army?"

"I will take back what is ours. I don't care how long it takes, what cities and towns I have to conquer, I don't care what people think of me, they will fear me, they may even hate me when I am done. But I will get our throne back Daenerys, I will take it back." Aegon sneered, Daenerys noticing the grey in his eyes turn cold and full of anger, his tone sending a shiver down her spine.

"Jon?" She weakly called out, Jon blinked and Dany released a breath at the sight of his eyes turning to their regular calm warm grey.

"I apologize Daenerys, sometimes I feel like my blood is boiling with pure rage...I-I can't really control it. Sorry if I scared you..." He says weakly.

Daenerys shakes her head. "No it's alright...at least you can somewhat control it, Viserys couldn't..."

"Viserys is no longer something you have to worry about Daenerys." Jon says.

Daenerys shakes her head. "No...Jon he is my brother and no matter what you do with him, he will always be on my conscious. He not only left bruises on my body, but my mind as well."

Jon clenched his reins in anger. "Daenerys tell me what I must do to rid you of him, as I said before, what we do with him is up to you."

"I don't know Jon..." She whispers looking down.

"Daenerys...look at me." Jon says, Daenerys looking up, her eyes glassy. "What do you want to happen to Viserys? What would you like his fate to be? Be honest, do not lie to me."

Daenerys held his eye contact, with a blink her tears were gone and a look Jon hadn't seen before grew in her eyes.

"I want him to burn, I want him to scream in pain, beg for mercy, for which he will receive none." Daenerys says, Jon's lips curling into a smile, "I want to look into his eyes as he dies, I want him to see me standing tall over him, see me being stronger then him. I want Viserys to suffer." Daenerys hisses, her purple eyes now dark with rage, not unlike Jon's eyes when he is angry.