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

Death For Life

(Sorry that this one is short because I kind of forgot, but I will not post next week because of Thanksgiving. But I'll be back soon after and will conclude the Kings Landing arc. So, have a great Thanksgiving!)

Vaerya sighed in relief as Daenerys began to stir from her sleep, weak and tired and exhausted from the earlier time. Jorah and her moved forward, trying to help her. They didn't want her to know what happened, because they still refused to admit it as well.

   "Gently, gentle." Jorah calmly coaxed.

   Daenerys looked up at the two, tired but still wanting what had forced her to become unconscious. "My son...Where is he? I want my son." She tiredly requested.

   Jorah and Vaerya shared a look. Daenerys didn't catch their expressions immediately, she did when upon realizing that they were quiet and still. Her brow furrowed as she tried to move towards them.

   "Where is he?" She repeated.

   Looking in her eyes with a sad look, Vaerya answered her question. "The boy did not live." She softly answered.

   Tears began to appear in her sister's eyes, her lips shaking and her throat beginning to break as she asked "Tell me."

   "What is there to tell?" Jorah asked.

   "How did my son die?" Daenerys's voice raised, either in grief and sadness or in rage and impatience.

   Knowing he couldn't not answer, Jorah continued to do so. "He never lived, my Princess. The women say..." He began to trail off, not truly wanting to tell her exactly everything that happened.

   "What did the women say?" She pushed.

   "They say he was..."

   "Monstrous. Twisted. I pulled him out myself." Mirri entered the tent as Vaerya gave ehr an gry glare and Jorah looked away from the woman. "He was scaled like a lizard, blind, with leather wings like the wings of a bat. When I touched him, the skin fell off from his bones. Inside, he was full of Grayworms."

   Jora then turned around, hand ready on the end of his sword in his sheath. But Mirri continued.

   "I warned you; only death can pay for life. You knew the price."

   "Where is Khal Drogo?" Daenerys questioned, no longer sad or lost in grief. She was just angry. "Show him to me. Show me what I bought with my son's life!"

   "As you command, my Lady." Mirri replied, turning away and beginning to leave the tent. "Come, I will take you to him."

   While Jorah tried to keep Daenerys from pushing herself, Vaerya stormed up to the witch, her eyes glaring in rage and hate and grief. "She already paid you death for life. Why must you show it to her even more so?" She angrily questioned. 

   "To have her understand reality, that not every life can be spared from death." Said Mirrir, walking off as if nothing ever happened.

   Daenerys coming out from the tent slowly with Jorah behind her allowed Vaerya to walk up behind her, noticing that the Khalasar was gone and the camp was almost empty with only a few followers left.

   She didn't want that to have happened, as she had tried to kept many from coming into the tent to allow Daenerys to give birth. When they saw her defending a Khaleesi taking the advice of a witch and claimed her to be cursed, they soon left.

   "The Khalasar is gone." Daenerys said, not sounding too surprised.

   "A Khal who cannot ride is no Khal. The Dothraki follow only the strong. I'm sorry, my Princess." Jorah's voice showed a visible hint of empathy as he answered her, seeing regret in her face.

   Daenerys walked up besides Vaeyra, noticing a slight bruise on the side of her cheek. "What happened here?" She asked, concerned.

   Vaerya looked at her with the same expression, but tried to push it aside. "When some of the Dothraki tried to enter your birthing tent, I was the only one who forbad it. At least I was for a minute. I'm sorry you never got to see your son." She said. 

   Mirri continued to lead the several of them to the edge of the camp, along with Cronno and Rakaro following behind them. When Daenerys found her husband leaning against a boulder with a blanket covering him, she instantly rushed towards his side.

   "Drogo!" She exclaimed, trying to talk to him.

   But instead of responding, Drogo's eyes remained opened as his chest moved up and down. It appeared that he hadn't even heard the voice of his Moon of His Life. 

   "Why is he out here all alone?" Daenerys asked.

   "He seems to like the warmth, Princess." Answered Jorah.

   Desperately trying to awaken him, Daenerys pressed her lips up against his. But instead of feeling his warm breath, she felt nothing but a still body with blood still pumping and a heart still beating.

   She slowly pulled back, still seeing him in such a state that she didn't even want to see him in. Mirri then spoke again.

   "He lives. You asked for life, you paid for life. " Daenerys looked at her.

   "This is not life! When will he be back to the way he was?"

   "When the sun rises in the West and sets in the East, when the seas go dry when the mountains blow like the wind like leaves." Mirri even smiled as she answered, walking away as Daenerys and Vaerya glared at her.

   Looking at her from her dormant husband that was both alive and dead, Daenerys stood up and began to follow after the witch. "Leave us." She said, almost in a command.

   But Jorah held out his hand. "That would be unwise. I don't want you alone with this sorceress." He said.

   "There is nothing more she can take from me. Go."

   Daenerys pushed on as Vaerya stood besides Cronno and Rakaro, leaving while Daenerys confronted the woman responsible for doing what she had done to her child and husband. 

   "You knew what I was buying and you knew the price." Daenerys stated. 

   Mirri--who sat on the ground--nodded her head. "It was wrong of them to burn my temper." She answered, mentioning the ones who had tried on reasoning with their Khaleesi to kill her. "It angered the Great Shepard."

   "This is not God's work! My child was innocent."

   "Innocent?" Mirri repeated, almost scoffing. "It would have been the Stallion who mounts the world. Now he will burn no cities, now he will turn no cities into dust."

   "I spoke for you. I saved you!" Reminded Daenerys.

   "Saved me? Three of those riders had already raped me before you saved me, girl." 

   Daenerys stepped back as the older woman stood up, almost as if she were playing a game with her that she never wanted to play in the first place.

   "I saw my God's house burn, there where I had healed men and woman, beyond counting. In the streets I saw piles of heads, the head of the baker who makes my bread, the head of a young boy that I had cured a fever just three moons past. So, tell me again exactly what it was that you saved?" She described, not forgetting everything that had happened to her and her village before Drogo attacked it.

   Khaleesi stood firm, not giving in just yet. "Your life." She confirmed.

   Mirri scoffed. "Why don't you take a look at your Khal?Then you will see exactly what life is worth when all the rest has gone." She reminded as Daenerys looked at Drogo.

   She finally realized that she had paid for the wrong bargain all along, that her mercy had killed her child and made her husband live in an emotionless state, and that her sister was left to confront the Khalasar all on her own while She thought there was still a chance of saving the man she loved.

   The payment of death for life wasn't how she even wanted it to end out as, as she had yet to play the Game of Thrones. Now she had to play, whether she liked it or not.