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

Fire And Blood

"He shouldn't make me wait." Daenerys stated impatiently. 

   She, Vaerya, and Xaro had arranged a negotiation with the Spice King for ships to cross the Narrow Sea and to Westeros, but so far there was little progress that had been done. Despite their earlier greeting at the gates, Daenerys had no other choice but to ask them for ships.

   "The Spice King is the second wealthiest man in Qarth. He makes everyone wait. Of course, you could have avoided this embarrassment if you married the wealthiest man in Qarth." Xaro informed, remembering the conversation he and Daenerys had the previous night.

   Vaerya simply looked at him and rolled her eyes. The words of a man who wanted to be married with a Targaryen that had brought dragons back to life. Simply his way of getting what he wants.

   "I already have a husband." Daenerys stated, lying though.

   "Khal Drogo is gone, Khaleesi. You are far too young to be a widow forever, and far too beautiful." Xaro continued, trying to persuade her to marry him.

   "And you are far too smart to think I will succumb to flattery." Daenerys barked. 

   "I have travelled very far in my life. I met many women, none that are immune to flattery." He pointed out before it was quickly overrun.

   "The Mother of Dragons and the Dragon's Sister." The Spice King announced.

   "Here he comes." Xaro said as the three looked up to se him and the others walking down the stairs.

   Vaerya simply sighed. Though they were in desperate times to get a ship, she didn't want to get a ship from a man that tried to turn her and everyone else away and back into the Red Waste. Though she wasn't a Khaleesi, she was merely a Khaleena.

   "Forgive me, I had terrible dreams last night, terrible dreams." The Spice King apologized, though sounding less apologetic and more sarcastic. "I could not sleep until the sun was shining and the birds were singing. Oh, look what a beauty you are. Now the Red Waste has been washed off you, I am sorry about all that unpleasantness. The silver hair of a true Targaryen, Xaro Xhoan Daxos, she is far too lovely for a glorified dockworker like yourself." 

   He and the others began to walk down the stairs as he continued to shame Xaro of who he was and what he worked as.

   "Very true, and yet they say that your grandfather who sold pepper off the back of a wagon married a lady far lovelier and higher born than himself." Xaro retaliated.

   "Every lady alive was lovelier and higher born than my grandfather." The Spice King joked as those behind him chuckled.

   However, Daenerys was already past her waiting game. Looking at the two Targaryens, the Spice King turned his attention to them, but it wasn't what they had in mind. 

   "Did my servants not offer you two something to eat, to drink? I had them flogged in the square." He stated while looking at the people behind him, until Vaerya spoke.

   "Thank you, My Lord, you are a gracious host. But there is no servant alive that can bring us what we want." She said.

   The Spice King simply unamused her. "Ahh, she has a talent for drama, this one. So my little Princesses, what do you want?" He asked them.

   Daenerys then firmly said "Our birthright, the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros."

   "I fear I'm no batter than a servant in this regard, I cannot give you what I do not have." He reminded.