Ch31. Daenerys

Daenerys did everything her brother ever wanted out of her.

She wore the clothes he deemed 'proper' for a woman of her status and utility.

She was always loyal to him.

And she married Drogo and sat down through all the weird traditions of the Dothraki.

But as she felt Drogo grab a handful of her breasts, pressing her closer to him, tears ran down her cheeks.

She started to deeply wonder if her brother was worth listening to, nevertheless of his status, birthright, or whatever else he may have claimed.

She felt Drogo's rough touch and could only grit her teeth and bear the pain.

Suddenly, she felt her body pushed down on all four and her heart jumped in fright, terror, and unwillingness. She heard Dorthraki take their women like horses. From behind and hard. Her mind was in dismay of emotions but she knew one thing very well.

She utterly hated the idea of Drogo having her.

Terse sobs tore from her throat and she could feel Drogo stiffen when hearing her wailing. She tried to stifle them, stop the tears but they just wouldn't stop!

Her mind flashed to a man.

Thomas.

The man who earned her gratitude and friendship. She met him only for a few short hours but oh how she wished it was him behind her, preparing to take her as his.

Shaking her head in denial, she felt Drogo's arms harshly grip her hips, and her heart almost jumped into her throat. She tried to lean away from him but his strong grip was holding her in her place. She could only tightly ball her hands into fists.

She closed her eyes, as any frightened girl would, hoping it would help her get away.

Get away...

She suddenly remembered Thomas's words.

"No one can save you if you don't want to be saved."

His voice resounded in her head as she felt Drogo slowly rub himself on her backside.

Drogo was proud to be able to claim her body, the body of a dragon. He savored every moment of it, every drop of her tears were a treasure for him and her sobs were a satisfying melody. Soon, soon he would claim her first blood, and she would be his forever. But then, as he was about to roughly plunge himself into the girl's soft body, he heard her faint choked pleading.

"Save me."

And his world spun.

...

Thomas portkeyed to the counterpart of the bracelet on his wrist and the first thing was Dany's half-naked sobbing form as she was ashamedly lowering her head towards the ground, tears falling under her head, creating a small puddle. Behind her body, Drogo was holding her tightly down and was about to enjoy her body.

Thomas quickly appeared next to Drogo in a burst of speed as his foot implanted itself deeply into the horse lord's face, sending him crashing backward, only a wall stopping his sudden flying lesson.

" Daenerys, are you alright?" Thomas bent down towards the girl as her body sank to the ground the second Drogo's hold on her ceased.

" Daenerys?" Thomas called again, putting his hand on her shoulder and could feel her shudder at the touch.

Daenerys felt Thomas's voice and thought she was dreaming. As his hand gently pressed onto her shoulder, her body involuntarily reacted at the contrast to the rough handling she was shortly receiving, a tinge running through her spine. Curiously, she could no longer feel Drogo's hands on her which brought her immense joy.

She timidly peeked at what happened and her eyes landed onto Thomas's worried gaze.

"You came." She stated in disbelief.

"You called." Thomas smiled calmingly at her.

"You came." Daenerys threw herself at him, her hands tightly squeezing his waist as she pressed her body, heedless of her semi-nakedness to him, sobbing in happiness.

"Thank you." She quietly kept muttering.

Thomas sighed in indignation as he wanted to scold the girl for waiting until the last possible second to call him but in the end, he started caressing her head tenderly, deeming it not worth it to satisfy his pettiness.

"It will be fine, Dany." He cooed to her ear.

Before he knew it the shaken mess in his embrace was deeply unconscious, completely relaxed with a happy expression.

He looked towards Drogo and saw the man's collapsed form, his jaw most likely shattered.

With a huff, he sent a pulse through his connection to Bellatrix only to hear a popping sound next to him a second later.

Bella looked at the girl in Thomas's arms with a pout, her eyes mirthfully flashing. Before she could speak, however, Thomas quickly interrupted her thoughts.

"I may have kicked the jaw outta him," Thomas pointed at Drogo. "a little too hard."

"So?" Bellatrix uncaringly looked at the naked... man, and instantly deeming him savage not worth her time.

"I'd like you to heal him and alter his memory. Make him leave satisfied and act like normal. Make sure he doesn't miss or even look for Dany and if anyone asks him, let him act aggressively. At best, people will think she was so boring he threw her away, and at worst, they will assume he killed her during sex."

"Hmm, won't her brother question it?" Bellatrix twirled her wand around her finger.

"Who cares?" Thomas shrugged. "He already sold her so, as long as Drogo at least pretends to keep his promise, Viserys won't be bothered."

"True." Bellatrix admitted and started approaching Drogo's form with a nasty gleeful grin.

Thomas even started to pity the man. After all, no matter his memories being erased afterward, he was sure Bellatrix was going to put Drogo under a considerable amount of pain.

"Ok, Bella. I am going." And with that, he apparated to his chambers in the Iron Islands, depositing the sleeping girl in his soft fluffy warm bed, covering her body with a blanket.

"Hmm, she grew up nicely." Thomas suddenly heard Irene's bemused voice coming from the door.

"That she did." He offhandedly commented.

"You would not save her if she slept with her husband, would you?" It was more of a statement than a question.

Thomas looked conflicted for a second but then just shook his head.

"No, I would not. If she became Drogo's, her path towards the Iron Throne would be set. She would never forsake the throne for us once she sacrificed so much for it."

"I see…" Irene nodded. "But, will she? Forsake the throne, I mean."

"I don't know." Thomas answered while petting Dany's silver tresses. "Maybe. Maybe not. Who knows. The best we could do is show her there is a better life for her with us. Then… she will choose for herself. As you and Bellatrix did." He told Irene plainly.

Irene acknowledged the answer with a gentle smile, satisfied.

"Don't worry. I will show her being Queen is a bother." She quipped jokingly but inside was completely serious. Her beloved wanted the girl and she will be damned if she didn't serve her to him!

Irene suddenly froze.

Damn, Bellatrix must really be rubbing on me…, she thought bitterly but didn't attempt to deny her true intentions to herself.

"So, what now?" She asked, trying to not think about how to 'educate' the malleable timid teenage girl so innocently sleeping while her future is decided.

While Thomas knew she was most likely asking what to do with Daenerys, her mind already full of what to do with the girl, Thomas instead indicated toward the map of the known world at the wall, trying to keep Irene's attention away from Dany.

"Now?" He looked at her with an anticipating grin. "Now we are going to play!"