The Dragon's Sister || Game Of Thrones (Under Rewrite)

Crown For A King

The feast of naming Daenerys's son Rhaego was extraordinary. Khal Drogo's Khalasar were dancing to the rhythm to the bongos and drums that were being beat, dancing into the night without a care. A large pig roast sat above the burning flames of the fire, slowly being turned to be cooked evenly.

   While Khal Drogo and his blood riders enjoyed being entertained with women dancing in front of them, Daenerys and Jorah were laughing while being told jokes from her handmaidens. Vaerya wasn't too far, in fact, she was enjoying herself as much as her twin.

   Her white breastplate with rare reptile skin was coiled around the top of her chest, leaving her stomach open and her waist covered by her long brown skirt and boots. Her hair was braided similar to her sister's, somewhat like a pattern of braids that sat against her head.

   She was laughing while speaking to Cronno, helping him speaking her normal language, while still understanding the Dothraki language as he helped correct her mistakes. Though Vaerya had her handmaidens help her learn the Dothraki language, Cronno also was allowed to help.

  "Alright, so, normal people live in these buildings called houses. They protect them from rainfall or allow them to sleep somewhere safe." She explained, mentioning the houses in Pentos.

   "These "houses", they have animal hide?" He asked slowly.

   Vaerya both nodded and shook her head, knowing it was true and not true. "Some."

   "Some." He repeated in understanding.

   "Houses have areas to cook food and to give it to others." She then informed.

   Cronno shook his head in disbelief. "Man living in houses sounds..." He said, trailing off to think of the word.

   "Strange." She answered.

   "Strange." He then said.

   "Yes, some are strange houses. But they protect people from being outside." She explained as he nodded.

   Both of them then looked at each other in better understanding than before at the wedding and at the road to Vaes Dothrak. But before Cronno or Vaerya could say anything else, it was interrupted when Viserys stumbled from outside, drunk and almost delusional. 

   "Daenerys! Vaerya!" He shouted out loud.

   Both sisters looked up, only to see their eldest brother enter the room slowly. Other nearby Khalasar members looked up as well. If Viserys were to pick a fight, they would all pay the price. Vaes Dothrak was an ancient ground, no weapon and no fighting. But Viserys had a sword, and no one else had a weapon on them.

   "Where are my sisters?" He continued, stepping in the tent.

   Daenerys leaned in close to Jorah. "Stop him." She requested.

   Jorah obeyed and began walking towards the prince, having Drogo's attention to be drawn away from the woman dancing in front of him.

   "Where are they? I'm here for the feast. The horse feast." Viserys repeated, asking a male member.

   "Come now..." Jorah persuaded, wanting to avoid a conflict from earlier when he caught Viserys stealing the four dragon eggs.

   "Get your hands off of me! No one touches the dragon!" Viserys ordered.

   Drogo stared at him, followed by the rest of his blood riders.

Mago then spoke, speaking in Dothraki. Vaerya and Daenerys couldn't quite understand what he intended to say, but it appeared to be an insult to the elder brother of both sisters, having Drogo and the others to laugh.