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While everyone was busy planning, Jon Snow went to his room to take close the burner and remove the enhancement serum that was finally done, after pouring it in testubes and placing them to cool down he went back to the viewing hall as everyone else was getting back as well.
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[Entering Khal Drogo's tent, Daenerys is braiding Khal Drogo's hair. The conversation is spoken in the Dothraki language.]
"The stallion who mounts the world has no need for iron chairs."
"Iron Chairs? Are you trying to convince your husband to cross the narrow sea and win the throne for your son?" Oberyn questioned.
"With my brother dead, the throne would fall to my son, is that not so?" Daenerys asked, finding the only logic in why she was trying to cross the narrow sea with an army.
"According to the laws of inheritance, you're not wrong" Doran said, "But your family also lost the throne in a war of conquest, much like the Kings of old lost theirs to Aegon Targaryen. Are you trying to start a war of conquest?"
"I-" Daenerys paused for a moment to mull over her words. The Throne belonged to the Targaryens, that has always been what her brother taught her. "I would like to think that version of me is simply following the words of Viserys, who has always complained how the Throne was ours and only we can sit upon it."
"And what does this version of you think?" Rhaegar asked his sister gently.
"This version of me is trying to think on her own for once and decide once she's done" seeing it all Daenerys said with a small shrug.
Over from the other side of the sitting cluster, Robert watched Daenerys closely with narrowed eyes. Not once did he look away, nor did he notice the looks Jon Arryn and Ned threw at him. He was not privy to the conversation that the group was having in controlled voices. The Hall was too big for those words to reach his ears.
"According to the prophecy, the stallions will ride to the ends of the world."
"The earth ends at the black salt sea. No horse can cross the poison water."
"The earth does not end at the sea, there are many dirts beyond the sea. The dirt where I was born."
"Not dirt. Lands."
"He's learning quite quickly" Sansa commented.
"Him and Daenerys have been married for a while since she is having his son. He's learning too slowly if he can't speak in fluent common tongue yet" Arya countered.
Both sisters eyed each other then looked away.
"Lands, yes... There are thousands of ships in the free cities. Wooden horses that fly across the sea."
"Let's speak no more of wooden horses and iron chairs."
"It's not a chair. It's a... Throne."
"Throne?"
"A chair for a King to sit upon, or a Queen."
"A King does not need a chair to sit upon. He only needs a horse."
"I think neither Daenerys nor her husband and his horde are an issue for us" Jon Arryn said to Robert softly. Still the King did not reply, which made the Hand frown.
[A while later, at one of Vaes Dothrak's markets, Daenerys walks with Jorah Mormont.]
"Can't you help me make him understand?"
"The Dothraki do things in their own time, for their own reasons. Have patience, Khaleesi. We will go home, I promise you."
"My brother was a fool, I know, but he was the rightful heir to the Seven Kingdoms. Have I said something funny, Ser?"
"Forgive me, Khaleesi, but your ancestor Aegon the Conqueror didn't seize six of the kingdoms because they were his right. He had no right to them. He seized them because he could."
"What the poacher said" Oberyn idly waved a hand at the wall.
Daenerys bit her lips in thought.
"And because he had dragons."
"Ah well, having a few dragons makes things easier."
"You don't believe it."
"Have you ever seen a dragon, Khaleesi? I believe what my eyes and ears report. As for the rest, It was 300 years ago. Who knows what really happened? Now if you'll pardon me, I'll seek out the merchant Captain, and see if he has any letters for me."
"How does he not believe it? There are literal dragon skulls and bones in the capital!" Rhaegar said in shock.
"Bones and Skulls that Robert probably does not show off" Elia pointed out, "Anyone who hasn't seen them can disbelief the existence quite easily. Like we all disbelieved the White Walkers until we saw it here."
"I suppose" Rhaegar muttered.
"Well, I'll come with you."
"No no, don't trouble yourself. Enjoy the market. I'll rejoin you soon enough."
[Jorah walks by a few merchants, while a little child is calling him.]
"Psst, Jorah the Andal. The spider sends his greetings and his congratulations. A royal pardon. You can go home now."
[Meanwhile, a merchant is heard from afar.]
"Virzetha gizikhven! Mra qora! Mra qora! Sweet reds! I have sweet reds from Lys, Volantis and the Arbor! Tyrosh pear brandy! Andalish sours! I have thern! I have them!"
[Danaerys approaches the merchant]
"A taste for the Khaleesi? I have a sweet red from Dorne, my lady. One taste and you'll name your first child after me."
"My son already has his name, but I'll try your summer wine. Just a taste."
"My Lady, you are from Westeros."
"You have the honour of addressing Daenerys of the House Targaryen. Khaleesi of the riding men and princess of the Seven Kingdoms."
"Princess."
"Rise. I'd still like to taste that wine."
"That? Dornish swill. Not worthy of a princess. I have a dry red from the Arbor. Nectar of the Gods."
"That is perfectly acceptable for a Princess" Oberyn said hotly, insulted by the words of this wine merchant. Maybe he'll seek him out and... better his taste palate.
"Let me give you a cask. Uh... a gift."
"You honour me, Ser."
"The honour... the honour is all mine."
[Rakharo pulls the cask out of the merchant's hands.]
"You know there are many in your homeland that pray for your return, princess.
"He's the executioner," Elia said a moment after the words were spoken on the viewing wall.
"What do you mean?" Daenerys asked.
"The spider, he is using that man to kill you and your child."
"And how do you know" Oberyn questioned.
"He talks too sweet, even for a wine merchant."
Oberyn snorted but did not contest his sister's claim.
"I hope to repay your kindness someday."
"Rakharo. Put down that cask."
"Is something wrong?"
"I have a thirst. Open it."
"The wine is for the Khaleesi. It's not for the likes of you."
"He's the executioner" Margaery parroted Elia's words with a solemn hum. "Using poison to kill, you're a merciful one Lord Varys."
"My King commands me to kill, but my frail heart does not allow me to let such a sweet girl to suffer" Varys bowed his head with a smile.
"Open it."
[The wine merchant obeys and opens the cask.]
"Pour."
"It would be a crime to drink a wine this rich without at least giving it time to breathe."
"Do as he says."
[The wine merchant pours the wine into a cup.]
"Sweet, isn't it? Can you smell the fruit, Ser? Taste it, My Lord. Tell me that that is not the finest wine that has ever touched your tongue."
"You first."
"Me? I'm afraid I am not worthy of the vintage. Besides, it is a poor wine merchant who would drink up his own wares."
"You will drink." Daenerys commanded
"You suspect it too," Elia said, not a question but a proud statement.
"Ser Jorah is being too forceful. He knew something was wrong" Daenerys shrugged.
[The wine merchant takes Jorah's cup. Looks both Jorah and Daenerys innocently in their eyes, while making a toasting gesture. As soon as his lips touches his cup, he drops it and tries to flee. After a very short chase, Rakharo was able to capture the wine merchant, grabbing the merchant's leg with his whip. Jorah grabs Daenerys's arm.]
"Come."
[Returning to a tent in Vaes Dothrak, both Daenerys and Jorah are having a conversation while walking past the captured wine merchant.]
"What will they do to him?"
"When the Khalasar rides, he'll be leashed to a saddle, forced to run behind the horses for as long as he can."
"And when he falls?"
"I saw a man last nine miles once."
"King Robert still wants me dead. This poisoner was the first. He won't be the last. I thought he'd leave me alone, now that my brother is gone."