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"The Dragon is never afraid."

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Animal skin tents, hordes of people, and rhythmic drums was not how Rhaenaerys envisioned her wedding. She had imagined a beautiful waterfall behind her husband's figure as she wore a beautiful blue dress, with her family and Lord & Ladies gifting her with various exotic items from foreign lands.

Rhae's violet-eyes drifted to Khal Drogo, his own dark hues watching as yet another Magister granted him and the twins with gifts.

Meat was everywhere, people fucking in the open, and killing, but no one seemed bothered.

Rhaenaerys turned her attention to Viserys, whose eyes were already on his two sisters. She glared at him, watching as he turned to face the Magister beside him.

The youngest-twin watched as two Dothraki fought over a woman, blood being spilled as everyone looked on in excitement before his throat was slit, and his braid cut off.

Rhaenaerys glanced at Daenerys, the poor girl looked half-sick as she clung to her twin's side, eyes never leaving the Dothraki.

It was almost savage to watch, but they knew they had to. If the Targaryen twins wanted to survive, they had to get used to it.

Khal Drogo spoke something in Dothraki as the twins turned to face a knight; he seemed so out of place, in Rhae's eyes. "A small gift for the new Khaleesis." He addressed, as Rhae gazed over him. He seemed middle-age, weathered as he held books within his hands, with light hair and kind eyes. "Songs and histories from the Seven Kingdoms."

"Thank you, Ser." Daenerys said, taking the books into her hands. "Are you Westerosi?" Rhaenaerys asked, noting how different he seemed to speak and appear.

"Ser Jorah Mormont of Bear Island, I served King Aerys for many years. Gods be good, I hope to always serve the rightful King." He glanced to the twins' older brother as he spoke.

Bear Island was in the Northern Kingdom of Westeros, far from the beaches the Targaryen twins resided on.

Rhae eyed the knight carefully, unsure on why he'd be at a Dothraki wedding. Ser Jorah left as the next Magister was called upon, two slaves bringing up a chest. Magister Illyrio stood as they opened the chest, the twins' eyes falling to it.

There were four dragon eggs nestled inside, each vastly different from the next. They were like stone, each with scales lining it. Daenerys had already picked up the green egg, while Rhaenaerys reached for the creamy-white egg, her soft fingers locking around the heavy stone.

"Dragon's eggs, Daenerys and Rhaenaerys, from the Shadow Lands beyond Asshai. The ages have turned them to stone, but they will always be beautiful."

They felt magical to the twins, like the dragons were still beneath the surface, just waiting to come out.

They were the sigil of the Targaryen twins' father's House, the proud red-three-headed dragon on a black field. Rhae looked to Illyrio, nodding in thanks. "Thank you Magister, we will be sure to care for them as if they were alive."

The twins' new husband stood as Illyrio sat, their hands placing down the eggs before standing with the Great Khal. They slowly trailed behind him, the crowds of people that had separated gathered once more behind them. It was a sight to witness; the power that Drogo had, commanding an army of people with no more than a look or a simple action. Rhae couldn't help but be in awe, Drogo was the type of man that would lead a country, not Viserys whose bark was bigger than his bite.

Khal Drogo stood beside a beautiful mare; so white in shade she would almost be blinding beneath the sun. The twins walked to stand beside the mare as well. It was a beautiful thing, so timid as it let their hands run across its fur. It was warm and soft, a comfort in the thick of the heat.

"Ser Jorah, I don't know how to say thank you in Dothraki." Daenerys said, turning to face the knight.

"There is no word for 'thank you' in Dothraki." Rhae heard Daenerys gulp as her eyes fell to their husband, his towering body coming closer. Drogo lifted Rhaenaerys from her place, then Daenerys, sitting them on the mare before mounting his horse.

Even on horseback, he seemed physically dominating in every way. Rhae could see Viserys fume as she spurred the mare on, following after Khal Drogo.

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The twins knew what was coming next, they weren't naive to what their brother never touched. As the sun began to drop from the sky, and the cliff's edge grew closer, nerves built within Rhae's stomach. Drogo helped the twins from the mare, their bodies moving as far from him as possible.

Khal Drogo spoke no word to either of them as he secured the horses, and when he turned to look at them from afar, Daenerys began to cry. "Hush, sweet sister, we are the blood of the dragon, and the dragon is never afraid." Rhaenaerys cooed to Daenerys, trying to reassure both herself and her twin, as Khal Drogo walked up to them.

Khal Drogo stared at the tears, now streaking down Rhae's cheeks as well. Daenerys slide behind Rhaenaerys as Khal Drogo lifted his hand and rubbed away the tears, roughly, with a calloused thumb.

"No." He spoke.

"You speak the Common Tongue?"
Rhae asked in wonder.

"No." He spoke again.

Perhaps he had only known that word,
but it somehow made them feel a little better.

Khal Drogo touched Rhae's hair lightly, sliding the silver-white strands between his fingers and murmuring softly in Dothraki. Daenerys nor Rhaenaerys, understood the words, yet there was a warmth in the tone, a tenderness neither of them ever expected from the Great Khal.

Drogo put his finger under Rhae's chin and lifted her head, so she was looking directly into his eyes. Khal Drogo towered over Rhae, as he towered over everyone. Taking the youngest-twin lightly under his arms, he lifted Rhaenaerys up and seated her on a rounded rock beside the cliff's edge, overlooking the shimmering water. He repeated the same action with Daenerys, who immediately clung to her sister's side. Then he sat on the ground, facing them, legs crossed beneath him, faces finally at height.

"No." He spoke.

"Is 'no' the only word that you know?"
Daenerys asked him.

Khal Drogo did not reply. His long heavy braid was coiled in the dirt beside him. He pulled it over his right shoulder and began to remove the braids, one by one.

After a moment the twins leaned forward to help. Slowly, and carefully, they began to undo the rest of his braid. All the while he sat there silently, watching them. When they were done, he shook his head and his hair spread out behind him like a river of darkness, oiled and gleaming. The twins had never seen hair so long, so dark and thick.

Then it was his turn. Drogo began to undress Rhae first. His fingers were deft and, strangely, tender. He removed Rhaenaerys' blue silks one by one, carefully, while Daenerys sat unmoving, looking up at the two with wonder and fear. When he bared Rhae's breasts, she couldn't help but avert her eyes and cover herself with her hands.

"No." Khal Drogo spoke.

He pulled Rhaenaetys' hands away, gently but firmly, then lifted her face again to make her look at him.

"No." He repeated.

"No." Rhae echoed back at him.

Khal Drogo lifted Daenerys up then and pulled her close to remove her silks. The night air was chilly on the twins' bare skin. They shivered, gooseflesh covering their arms and legs, as they sat upon the rock once more. Khal Drogo sat with his legs crossed, looking back and forth between the twins, drinking in their bodies with his dark hues.

After a while, he began to touch the twins. Lightly at first then harder. They could sense the fierce strength in his hands, but he never hurt them. He held one of their hands in each of his and brushed their fingers, one by one. He stroked their faces, tracing the curve of their ears, running a finger gently around each of their mouths. He put a hand in their silver-locks and combed it with his fingers.

It seemed as if hours had passed before his hands finally went to their breasts. He stroked the soft skin underneath until it tingled. He circled their nipples with each thumb, pinched them between thumb and forefinger, then began to pull at them. Very lightly at first, then more intensely, until their nipples stiffened and began to ache.

He stopped then, and drew the twins down onto his lap. They were flushed and breathless, each of their hearts fluttering in their chests. Drogo placed his left hand on Rhaenys' cheek, his right hand finding Daenerys' cheek. The Great Khal looked deeply into Rhaenaetys' and Daenerys' violet-hues.

"No?" He spoke, and they knew it was a question.

The twins took his hands and moved them down to the wetness between their thighs.

"Yes." They whispered,
as they put one of his fingers inside them.

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