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"I'll kill every Targaryen I get my hands on."

"But you can't get your hands on these ones."

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"In the Shadow Lands beyond Asshai, they say there are fields of ghost-grass. The Dothraki believe that one day it will cover everything and that's the way the world will end."

The youngest Targaryen spoke as she and Daenerys sat upon their mare, riding along with the Great Khal's Khalasar towards Vaes Dothrak.

"That's not how the world will end." Daenerys responded matter-of-factly. "Oh, really?" Rhae chuckled as she glanced at her twin sitting behind her.

"Some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire, I hold with those who favor fire-" "But if I had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate to say that for destruction ice is also great and would suffice." Rhae finished.

Daenerys softly chuckled as she readjusted her grip around Rhaenaerys' waist.

"Let's stop here a minute, I have to take a leak."

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Daenerys watched as her twin disappeared in the ghost-grass surrounding them before averting her gaze towards the Khalasar passing her.

Ser Jorah Mormont approached the oldest-twin atop his stallion, worry etched onto his aged face.
"You need to drink, child."

Daenerys looked towards the knight after he spoke to her, softly sighing.

"And eat."

Ser Jorah handed the Targaryen a piece of horse-meat. Discomfort plastered itself onto Daenerys' face as she held the piece of meat in her hand.

"Isn't there anything else?"

"The Dothraki have two things in abundance; grass and horses. People can't live on grass."

Daenerys slowly took a small-bite of the meat, her face contorting in disgust. She had wanted to puke the meat back-up immediately after she swallowed, but kept it in for her beautiful mare's sake. Ser Jorah sympathetically looked at the child.

"In the Shadow Lands beyond Asshai, they say there are fields of ghost-grass with stalks as pale as milk that glow in the night. It murders all other grass. The Dothraki believe that one day it will cover everything. That's the way the world will end."

Daenerys softly chuckled, "Rhae said something similar not to long ago." Ser Jorah grinned at the child.

Daenerys' happier-mood turned fearful as Khal Drogo rode past them, her turquoise hues becoming glossy at the sight of her newly-wed-husband.

Khal Drogo may have shown the Targaryen twins a gentler side of him last night at the cliff's edge, but that didn't mean Daenerys had enjoyed it. The older-twin had only shown confidence because of the Rhae, but she knew Rhae wouldn't always be around when the Great Khal bedded them in the night.

That's what scared her.

Ser Jorah took notice of the direction of Daenerys' fearful stare, turning towards Khal Drogo.

"It'll get easier."

Daenerys reverted her gaze towards the mare below her, as Ser Jorah rode off to join the Khalasar.

"Sorry I took so long, Dany. It's incredibly hard to find a comfy place to piss in all this ghost-grass."

Daenerys smiled at the sound of Rhaenaerys' voice, her confidence already increasing at the mere presence of her twin.

Rhae hopped onto the white-mare, placing herself in front of Daenerys. The oldest-twin wrapped her arms around Rhaenaerys' torso as they joined the Khalasar, once more.

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The stalks of ghost-grass started to become more dense as the Khalasar rode further throughout the day.

Daenerys had started to become sore throughout the ride, sparking conversation with Rhae to distract herself from the discomfort.

"Will it get easier?"

"It will, Dany. Trust me... remember I see everything." Daenerys chuckled, "I hope you're right."

A comfortable silence overtook the Targaryen twins, the sound of horses neighing and the breeze flowing through the grass surrounding them.

"Have you had any more of those dreams, Rhae?" Daenerys broke the silence.

"Last night I did, but it wasn't clear."

"What could you make out from it?"

"Heat, but it wasn't from a bath or the sun. Like the heat from a fire. Then when all went quiet I heard a sound... but I've never heard anything like it. Almost like a hiss, yet it wasn't from a snake."

"Well... maybe tonight you'll get a clearer picture."

"Maybe, sweet sister."

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Khal Drogo's Khalasar began to set up camp around the hour of dusk, in the middle of a great-plain. The mid-wives began to cook the meat from the animals the Dothraki had hunted earlier in the day. The wives' children frolicked about, shouting with joy as they chased each other around the bustling camp.

Rhae halted her and her sister's mare beside the animal-skin-tent she and Daenerys would be sharing for the night, and many more to come she assumed.

Ser Jorah approached the twins' mare to help them off their horse. The knight held Daenerys' waist as she slid from the mare. The poor girl was extremely sore from all the riding she had done.

The three hand-maidens that would be tending to the Targaryen twins escorted Daenerys into the tent beside them. Ser Jorah turned towards Rhae, offering his hand.

"Thank you, Ser. But I want to check out something we passed by earlier." Rhae politely declined as she spurred the mare forward, heading towards a patch of flowers she and Daenerys had rode past.

Viserys strutted past the white-mare, making his way to his tent. Rhae glared daggers at her brother, wishing looks could kill in that moment.

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Rhae watched as the sun set below the horizon before her, running her fingers through the patch of various flowers below her petite form.

The white-mare the Targaryen twins were gifted was grazing on some grass not some five feet away from the youngest Targaryen, her mane and tail swaying with the breeze.

Rhae sighed as she laid on her back, the stars twinkling down at her as she stared at them.

In that moment of silence, Rhaenaerys could now reflect on where she stood in life.

Married to the Great Khal.

Although, Rhae had to, unwillingly, sign her life away to a man she didn't choose or partially want, she felt a new freedom open up inside of her core.

And with this newfound freedom, Rhaenaerys Targaryen was going to make sure her vile older-brother never laid a finger on herself and Daenerys ever again.

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