Game Of Thrones... With A Twist

A Game of Thrones - Chapter 12

All was silent as Daenerys struggled to keep the heart within her mouth, before she placed her bloodstained hands on the bamboo wood and slowly rose, the meat still within her mouth as she chewed and swallowed, making eye contact with her impressed Khal, who had a small smile of approval at her success.

The priestess began chanting once more as Ser Jorah translated for Viserys's benefit, "The Stallion Who Mounts The World. The stallion is the Khal of Khals. He shall unite the people into a single khalasar. All the people of the world will be his herd." 

Viserys could only watch in petrified horror at a potential usurper being festered within the womb of his own sister and the only female Targaryen left in the world.

Daenerys stood up before her new people and spoke loudly in the tongue of the Dothraki, "A prince rides inside me! And he shall be called Rhaego!" Daenerys proclaimed in Dothraki as chants of 'Rhaego!' echoed amongst the Dothraki.

The mighty Dothraki Khal stood up and walked towards his triumphant bride as Viserys looked upon the people of the tent, noticing the love he had never received falling into his sister's lap as if it always belonged there. 

"They love her." He stated quietly amongst the cheers of 'Rhaego!'.

The son of Khal Bharbo lifted his khaleesi into the air as their people cheered the name of their son, the prophesiced greatest Dothraki to ever live.

"She truly is a queen today." Ser Jorah stated... but that was when he noticed the absence of Viserys from the crowd and the tent with worry in his eyes at what the rash exiled princeling might do.

<Minutes later, Daenerys's Tent, Vaes Dothrak, The Mother of Mountains, The Dothraki Sea, Essos...>

Viserys hurriedly unlocked the heavily adorned chest that held the three dragon eggs that Daenerys had received for her gift on her wedding day with his sword buckled to his side. 

With a deep breath, Viserys took one egg and hurriedly placed it in a satchel... before he heard footfalls right behind him.

Rising to his feet with his hand going to the hilt of his sword, Viserys turned... only to be confronted by the sight of Ser Jorah Mormont, who spoke, "Don't let them see you carrying a sword in Vaes Dothrak. You know the law."

Placing his sword securely in his sheath, Viserys dismissed the danger, "It's not my law."

The exiled prince turned back to the chest and took another egg as Ser Jorah spoke, "They don't belong to you." 

"Whatever is hers is also mine." Viserys retorted without even looking at Jorah and taking the last egg. 

"Once, perhaps." Jorah allowed.

Turning around to the Bear Knight, Viserys spoke, "If I sell one egg, I'll have enough to buy a ship. Two eggs – a ship and an army." 

"And you have all three." Jorah pointed out. 

"I need a large army." Viserys justified immediately. 

Jorah was silent as Viserys spoke, "I'm the last hope of a dynasty, Mormont. The greatest dynasty this world has ever seen on my shoulders since I was five years old, and no one has ever given me what they gave to her in that tent. Never. Not a piece of it."

Jorah nodded slightly as Viserys continued, "How can I carry what I need without it? Hmm? Who can rule without wealth or fear or love?" The exiled prince asked the stoic Bear Islander.

Seeing Jorah's silence, Viserys continued with a mad smile on his face, "Oh, you stand there, all nobility and honor. You don't think I see you looking at my little sister, hmm? Don't think I know what you want?"

Jorah still maintained his silence as Viserys dismissed any concern, "I don't care. You can have her. She can be queen of the savages and dine on the finest bloody horse parts, and you can dine on whichever parts of her you like. But let me go." Viserys whispered as he tried to leave, only to be stopped by the stoic Bear Knight.

"You can go. You can't have the eggs." Ser Jorah stated stoically. 

"You swore and oath to me. Does loyalty mean nothing to you?" Viserys asked Jorah scathingly. 

"It means everything to me." Jorah answered.

"And yet here you stand." Viserys snarled at Jorah's defiance. 

"And yet here I stand." Jorah repeated, a version of his House's words enough to make him immovable.

There as a tense moment before Viserys dropped the eggs without a care to the tent floor.

Ser Jorah stepped out of the angry prince's way as Viserys stomped off, the Beggar King's plot to gain another army foiled before it could truly hatch, leaving the Bear Knight alone in the tent with a silent promise to keep a closer eye on the exiled prince in the future.