So one weird thing about being a polytheist is the love that you have for your gods. Like, I have absolute adoration for my deities. They are my friends, guides, guardians, teachers, comforters, protectors and family. Even just thinking of them puts me in a good mood. I am in no way trying to suggest that monotheists don’t have this with their deity, I’m just saying that to have this with a whole pantheon makes me feel like I’m part of an extended spiritual family, especially when I add in the fellowship of other polytheists. It’s hard to describe but it’s a wonderful feeling.
Since Daenerys had seen her brother last, it wasn’t on the best of terms. Khal Drogo had melted gold and “crowned” Viserys with it. It had instantly hardened and seemed to have killed him immediately. She knew at that point that her brother was not a true dragon like he had claimed his entire life. He’d been lying to her and, honestly, Daenerys felt no sadness at that unfortunate event because she knew his lie.
Years later, Daenerys had her army of Dothraki as well as the entire army of the Unsullied under her command with many ships as well. She had more in her army than Westeros had, as well as more ships, so she was well taken care of and was more than capable of taking over Westeros. Not to mention that she had three dragons that were growing rapidly, especially Drogon. He was the biggest one. She was shocked to see her brother being escorted toward the overhang that she was sitting under, her three dragons around her with Drogon in her lap. “Viserys,” she said slowly, looking him up and down. “I wish I could say the same for you.”
Her dragons were impressive already. A sight that made him fearful and they weren’t even fully grown yet. When she spoke his name he stared up at her in awe at how regal she seemed. So sure of herself and her power. “Yes well…” He paused as he tried to think of what to say. “There were points in the heat and with dehydration and starvation…I wasn’t sure which was going to kill me first” He told his sister still marveling at her armed men at her side. She had a real army. Not just the Dothraki he had been envious of earlier and now he was even more so and yet in that envy there was a spark of admiration.
One of the Unsullied got too close to Viserys and the small dragon that was perched on Viserys’s shoulder reached out, it’s small mouth attempting to try to bite at least in warning and before Viserys could chastise his dragon the Unsullied about made a move in defense before Viserys put his hands up, shielding both parties from the other. “She won’t hurt you. I promise.” Viserys spoke softly before he turned to look back at Daenerys. “I didn’t know I’d find you here. I’d heard various rumours about you, mostly in Qarth. I had hoped you were still here…” Viserys trailed off as he hung his head, recalling his actions towards Daenerys before his ‘death’. “I ask for sanctuary. I don’t expect it. You have every right to throw me out, sell me off…kill me even.”
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He had nearly died after being abandoned by Drogo and his sister. Nearly killed by a pot of molten gold. He still hadn’t been sure how he had escaped that death and while he searched the Dothraki Sea in vain for something after being put into exile he had managed to find a small village and they had allowed him to stay and one, a merchant allowed him to accompany him to the nearest city and there he had heard of his sister and her dragons having passed Quarth. Viserys had been given a box from one of the people in Quarth and it had been a dark blue egg, like the ones his sister had which soon hatched and Viserys found himself with a dragon of his own. Rhaellion it was called.
Slave traders. Daenerys had been getting rid of slavery and building an empire in Mereen it seemed as he was taken by a few of the soldiers who wore the same armor and oddly strong and resilient and he was brought before his sister, noting Khal Drogo and quite a few of her precious Dothraki were no where to be seen. “Dany…” Surprise still hit his voice as he stared at her, all grown up and like a queen having grown up since he had last seen her, even more so then from the girl who had hit him with a belt. “You..you look well” He knew he looked worse for ware, trying and failing to keep up his appearances and his dragon rested on his shoulders, younger than Dany’s dragons by quite a bit especially in size.
“Brother, you are not my King. You are nothing,” Daenerys said, tipping her head to the side a bit. When she had first married Khal Drogo, she was scared. Now? She was fearless and let nothing get in her way or scare her. After all. She had the blood of a dragon. “You will just be a little bug in my way.”
His anger had reached it’s boiling point and it needed to come out. So he lashed out, attempting to strike at Daenerys any way he could manage. “I am the King.” It was like a mantra now for him, the only thing it seemed he had left to hold on to anymore. “You wouldn’t kill me. Dany.” He was so sure of himself, of the fact that Dany wasn’t as strong and fearless as she had become before his very eyes.
“I am no Princess, Viserys. I am a Queen. A Khaleesi at that. I do not want a new husband. I am happy with Khal Drogo, but you don’t see that in your eyes,” Daenerys said, staring her brother down. “We? There is no we. I will be taking my throne with or without you. You’ll just be in my way.”
“Westeros will not accept Khal Drogo. I hardly think they would accept you as their ruler dear sister. There hasn’t been a true woman ruler outside of marriage to a King. Dorne perhaps but our throne is not in Dorne now is it? You need me Daenerys. Without me where would you be?” He paused waiting to her her reply. “No, you’d be dead. Mother died birthing you, I was the one that kept you alive before and after Ser Darry. I starved and begged so you could eat and live. So you could be….be a Khaleesi.”
“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.
“Sometimes, Viserys, I feel like I do not know you anymore,” Daenerys said slowly. “I marry and you still want more. If it were you being married, perhaps you would be the next to rule. I am the rightful heir. Not you.”
“You? Mother named me heir when Rhaegar passed. I am and should be king. You my heir. Princess. Not Queen.” Viserys growled as he stepped closer to her, standing with his back straight and proud. “Don’t you want more? Or are you content to be this horse-lords wife? His Khalessi? Don’t you want to be a Princess in Westeros? Free of this Khal once they get their army and we gain our throne, I dissolve your marriage to him and find you a proper good match. Is that what you want? Would you be happy than?”
“Nothing is owed to you, Viserys,” the young Targaryen said angrily. “All these years it’s been you, you, you. What about me? Do I get nothing? You said yourself that you’d let all the Dothraki fuck me. You are no ruler, Viserys. You sound like father. You might even be mad like him.”
“Everything is owed to me. The Throne that the fat usurper sits on is mine by birth right and by the death of our father and brother!” He growled getting just as angry as his younger sister was. “I had to care for a babe when I myself was a child. It was you, you, you for quite some time” Viserys seethed now getting closer to Daenerys. “The Dotharki are our last chance.” He didn’t want to admit it but it had seemed like there was going to be no way out until the provider had mentioned the Dotharki to him.
“If they’re not pleased…we lose. I lose any hope of sitting on the throne, on going home as do you. You lose any chance to now home.” Viserys went on, tilting his head a bit as he spoke. “I am not like him” Now Viserys was pissed and he nearly struck Daenerys. “What he put myself and Rhaegar through…what he put mother through…You’re lucky you never knew him. That’s what you get, Daenerys. You get the fortune of not–” He stopped, unsure where this emotion was coming from. He would not cry or look weak in front of his sister. Not now. Not when they were arguing and so he tried to mask his face, to turn into stony and stern.
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