Armies of Summer

Chapter Fifteen

Vaes Dothrak - Year 300

Dany couldn't help but admit that Vaes Dothrak was beautiful, and looked almost exactly like a place that the Dothraki would live. Drogo had ran off several minutes ago with his blood riders.

"Vaes Dothrak. The city of the horselords." Jorah said as he looked over at Dany and Viserys.

"A pile of mud. Mud, and shit, and twigs. Best these savages can do." He had been acting like that since he had been forced to walk several weeks ago after threatening her.

"These are my people now. You shouldn't call them savages."

"I'll call them what I like, because they're my people. This is my army. Khal Drogo is marching the wrong way with my army." Viserys began riding off after Drogo while Dany, Jorah, and the rest of the Khalasar continued to ride towards the city at a steady pace. Dany watched him go, before turning to look at Jorah.

"If my brother was given an army of Dothraki, could he conquer the Seven Kingdoms?"

"The Dothraki have never crosses the Narrow Sea. They fear any water their horses can't drink."

"But if they did?"

"King Robert is fool enough to meet them in open battle, but the men advising him are different."

"And you know these men?"

"I fought beside them once, long ago. Now Ned Stark wants my head. He drove me from my land."

"You sold slaves."

"Aye."

"Why?"

"I had no money and an expensive wife."

"And where is she now?"

"In another place, with another man."

Vaes Dothrak - Dany's Tent - The Next Evening

Dany had sent Doreah to ask Viserys to come to her tent for dinner, as she had not seen him since they had arrived in Vaes Dothrak, and she had asked Irri to make Viserys some new clothes, so that he would feel more comfortable in the Dothraki homeland. She had been preparing the tent with the help of Irri, for their meal for over an hour when Viserys dragged Doreah into Dany's tent by her hair.

"You send this whore to give me commands? I should have sent you back her head!" Viserys threw Doreah down on the rug in front of Dany, causing her to bend down to check on her, glancing up at Viserys in bewilderment.

"Forgive me, Khaleesi. I did as you asked." Doreah cried as Dany tried to comfort her.

"Hush now. It's all right. Irri, take her and leave us." Irri nodded and took Doreah out of the tent as Dany rose to her full height, raising her hands to try to placate her brother.

"Why did you hit her?"

"How many times do I have to tell you? You do not command me!"

"I wasn't commanding you! I just wanted to invite you to supper." Dany exclaimed as she gestured towards the dinner she had prepared, and the outfit that was folded on the table.

"What's this?" Viserys asked as he held up the clothing.

"It's a gift. I had it made for you."

"Dothraki rags! Are you going to dress me now!" Viserys screamed as he threw them at her, her arms raising to try to block her face.

"Please!" Dany exclaimed as Viserys began to throw more things at her.

"This stinks of manure! All of it!"

"Stop - stop it!" Dany screamed, catching the pants as he threw them at her face again.

"You would turn me into one of them, wouldn't you? Next you'll want to braid my hair."

"You've no right to a brad! You've won no victories yet!" Dany screamed back at him as she threw her hands up in the air in exasperation.

"You do not talk back to me!" Viserys screamed as his right hand flew out and struck her across the face, causing her to almost fall, before he struck her again and pushed her onto the ground before straddling her waist and restraining her. As he hit her again, she was able to get her right hand out of his, grabbing the chain belt that he had thrown at her earlier, and then swung her arm towards her brother, causing the heavy chain to hit him across the head, forcing him off of her as she scrambled up from underneath him. Viserys slowly rose as blood dripped down from his temple, eyeing the chain that she was still armed with.

"You... are a horselord's slut. And now you've woken the dragon..." He began to advance on her again, before she raised the chain again in defense.

"I am a Khaleesi of the Dothraki! I am the wife of the great Khal and I carry his son inside me! The next time you raise a hand to me will be the last time you have hands!"

Vaes Dothrak - Thirty Minutes Later - Dany's Tent

"I hit him. I hit the dragon." Dany was pacing frantically in front of Ser Jorah after Viserys had stormed angrily out of her tent, giving her a look that before would have made her have nightmares, and was now just a reminder of how much she had grown to hate him.

"Your brother Rhaegar was the last dragon. Viserys is less than the shadow of a snake." Dany stopped pacing as she turned to give her trusted friend a look.

"He is still the true King."

"The truth now: do you want to see your brother sitting on the Iron Throne?" Dany gave him a confused look before she began pacing again, suddenly very frustrated.

"No. But the common people are waiting for him. Illyrio said they're sewing dragon banners and praying for his return." Jorah chuckled as he readjusted himself so he was leaning more comfortable on Dany's dinner table.

"The common people pray for rain, health, and a summer that never ends. They don't care what games the high lords play." Dany stopped again, realizing he was telling the truth, and accepting the fact that she would probably never see Westeros.

"What do you pray for, Ser Jorah?"

"Home."

"I pray for home too. My brother will never take back the Seven Kingdoms. He couldn't lead an army even if my husband gave him one. He'll never take us home."