And the moment he tried to show his authority, the loyal blood riders would stand between him and his sister. They even dared to beat him up without caring that he is the true king of Westeros. If not for the promise of 100,000 men, Viserys would have snapped long ago.
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A necessary sacrifice
I had many fond memories of my childhood. The old night who used to protect us when I was around 3 or 4 years old, the small house with red door and orange tree in the courtyard, the kind old woman who would give me a small slice of bread every day during the evening when I would give her the collection of flowers…. And many more.
Unfortunately I had no fond memories regarding my brother. He was older than me by 8 years. And yet he never showed any sibling love to me. During my childhood he would talk about how I would grow up as a princess and then marry him carrying the next generation blood of house Targaryen in my womb. Those words were creepy as hell. Not to mention his extreme arrogance was even clear from those times.
Once the old knight died while saving us from an assassination attempt, we became homeless. During our initial days of hardships, he was at least trying to act like a guardian. Sometimes he even told me his fantasies as a bedtime story. But in reality he was nothing but a useless boy with a very short temper, a lot of pride issues and a small brain. Soon, he bankrupted us completely and was forced to sell the last piece of treasure we had….. Our mother's crown.
By that time I had regained my memories. So I pitied him. But soon I realized that he was slowly losing his sanity. As the day passed he became more and more cruel to me. Until the day we were found by Illyrio Mopatis.
After regaining my memories, I have thought about leaving him many times in the past. If not for my Targaryen name, I wouldn't even have hesitated to do so. But the regular assassination attempts had left me fearful.
Truth to be told, Viserys has never been a brother to me. He was just someone whom I had clinged to for my own survival.
So looking at his eyes filled with anger, frustration and envy, I couldn't help but feel satisfied. It was as if I was getting revenge for all the bullying and abuse from the past.
Turning my eyes towards my own womb, I was happy to see that the baby was growing perfectly. Then I turned to look at Drogo. I didn't know if this is one of my twisted fantasies, but I wanted to see Viserys burn with envy and rage while being able to do nothing about it.
Kissing Drogo on his lips, I whispered in his ears to take me exactly like he had taken me on our wedding day. Drogo smiled at me. But I turned my gaze towards Viserys. I didn't break eye contact as Drogo light lifted me up and gently placed me on his cock. I purposely spread apart my legs wider than necessary for everyone to have a perfect view of our union. I didn't use any powers on Viserys. He was sitting directly opposite to us at the other end of the tent. So I just wanted him to see that I was very happy while he was not. I smiled unconsciously and moaned out loud when Drogo started moving me on his lap. But this time his movements were smooth and gentle. Probably from being worried about the baby growing inside my womb.
The pleasure I was feeling from getting filled by Drogo's cock along with the blood shot look on Viserys' eyes, was making me so happy that I was having one of the best moments of my life. I was not worried about him snapping at the moment. He was not a good fighter or a good strategist. In fact even if I didn't want it to happen, a small part of my heart wishes that he would snap at the moment and lunge at me with his sword.
Drogo would never forgive him. Or maybe he wouldn't even be able to reach anywhere near me. Maybe my loyal blood riders will restrain him mid way.
"Daenerys !" The sudden loud shout shocked me. But I have long grown past his temper tantrum. I continued to rock my hips on Drogo as Viserys stood up and took out his sword.
Drogo immediately wrapped his arms around my body, holding tightly. His blood riders along with my own blood riders immediately left the women they were fucking and took out their sword.
"Nnnnnnnnnnnnn… Put away your sword, brother. Your temper tantrum makes you look like a child rather than a dragon. Mmmmmmmmm… You told me that day that you would let me get fucked even by horses in exchange for 40000 men. Annnnnnnnnnn… Now you will get a hundred thousand. So why are you shouting ?"
I kept my voice as stable and calm as possible in between my moans. I did not use any of my special skills. I wanted to see the true Viserys.
"You ! You horse whore ! How dare you ! How dare you to wake the Dragon ! I will murder you child and take you away ! Then I will get back to Westeros and claim the iron throne ! And then ! And then I will fuck you exactly like this in front of the entire Westeros ! Hahahahaha !"
I was genuinely surprised that Viserys said that in front of the entire Khalasar. I mean he might be impulsive, but he was not an idiot. I had not bothered to read his mind before he spouted those words.
I was already planning to remove him if he proved to be dangerous for me and my child. But with him declaring that he would murder my baby, there is no way I would protect him right now.
Not even a second had passed since his declaration and Qhono, one of my blood riders, already moved.
He was the closest to Viserys and one of the fastest too. I turned away just before his Arakh moved. I just closed my eyes and kept moving my hips to keep myself distracted. I had not ordered them to kill Viserys. But threatening the Khalessi and the son of the khal in front of everyone, with his sword raised in my direction was already a death sentence.
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