Game Of Thrones... With A Twist

A Game of Thrones - Chapter 4

"Everywhere? Even in the east?" Daenerys asked, curious as to how a mighty species could've gone extinct.

"No dragon. Brave men kill them. It is known." Irri spoke in her broken Common as the other Dothraki handmaiden poured milk into a bowl that held one of her feet. 

"It is known." The woman repeated.

"A trader from Qarth told me dragons come from the moon." Her other handmaiden, Doreah, said as she tended to Daenerys' wounded left hand. 

"The moon?" The young Khaleesi asked in slight wonder.

"He told me the moon was an egg, Khaleesi. That once, there were two moons above the sky, but one wondered too close to the sun and it cracked from the heat. And out poured a thousand thousand dragons, and they drank the sun's fire." She said, spinning her tale to Daenerys' somewhat vulnerable and malleable mind.

Irri chuckled at Doreah's tale before she spoke, "Moon is no egg. Moon is goddess. Wife of Sun. It is known." She said, as if it were the facts of life... and as a Dothraki, maybe it was. 

"It is known." The other handmaiden said, nodding her head somewhat stupidly and Daenerys had a disturbing feeling that the only words this woman knew in Common were 'It is known'.

Daenerys looked at the eggs before she dismissed her other handmaidens. "Leave me with her." Only Doreah was to remain, and the other Dothraki women stood up and left their Khaleesi with the woman bought from Lys.

Looking down at her most seemingly well-versed handmaiden, Daenerys asked, "Why did the trader from Qarth tell you these stories?" 

"Men like to talk when they're happy." She said as she bandaged the Khaleesi's left hand. 

"Before your brother bought me for you, it was my job to make men happy." She said, revealing a glimpse of her past... as a whore on the Isle of Lys.

"How old were you?" Daenerys asked, seeing an opportunity she could seize. 

"I was nine when my mother sold me to a pleasure house." Doreah answered as she continued to bandage Daenerys' hand.

"Nine?!" Daenerys asked, startled at the prospect. 

Doreah laughed before she spoke, "I did not touch a man for three years, Khaleesi. First, you must learn." She stated as she finished bandaging Daenerys' hand.

"Can you teach me how to make the Khal... happy?" She asked, somewhat hesitantly... but Doreah seemed to have been waiting for that moment.

Turning her head to looked Daenerys in her amethyst eyes, she gave a simple answer, "Yes." She purred somewhat with a smile. 

"Will it take me three years?" Daenerys asked, wondering whether this was either a long-term gig or a short-term one.

"No." The handmaiden/former whore said calmly from her Khaleesi's side. Daenerys only glanced back at her dragon eggs as she made her decision... one she hoped that she wouldn't regret in the future.

<Near dawn, The Nights Watch Procession, The Gift (Brandon's Gift), The North...>

The winds howled over the snow covered lands of the frozen north, where the Nights Watch procession that had left Winterfell all those weeks ago finally caught sight of their enormous and powerful destination that held their futures underneath its icy shadow.

Tyrion only looked at the structure with a sense of awe and wonder at seeing the legendary architectural marvel constructed by Brandon the Builder, the founder of House Stark, nearly 8,000 years ago, whilst Jon only looked on in awe and trepidation.