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“I say again. Nothing is owed to you. Not now. Not ever. With the Dothraki is my home for now until I get more of an army to sail to Westeros to claim my seat on the Iron Throne. Khal Drogo is my husband and soon I will carry his child,” Daenerys seethed, standing her ground in front of her brother. She didn’t even flinch when Viserys seemed that he’d strike her. She wasn’t scared of him. “Touch your Queen, and that will be the last thing you do, Viserys.” she said, her voice cold.

“Claim your seat…” He was regretting letting his sister marry Drogo now, she was thinking she should have more than what she was supposed to. Queen…she was not his queen. The idea was laughable. “You? I am your King! You are nothing more than a horse lord’s bitch” Viserys noted how she stood her ground and he still drew closer to her, still entertaining the idea of hitting her, but something in her voice made him stay his hand if not out of curiosity.