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"The whore is pregnant. I want 'em both dead, mother and child both. Her twin Rhaenys and that fool Viserys, as well. I want them all dead."

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Rhaenaerys Targaryen knelt in front of the chest with the four dragon eggs nestled inside of it, each color vastly different from the next.

A green egg tinted with bronze scales laid next to a cream egg that shaded a dark brown at the rough bottom of the scaled egg. Beside the cream egg laid a black egg tinted with red scales when the light hit it. The rounded egg, next to the black one, was lined with creamy-white scales tinted with an amethyst shade that sparkled like gems in the evening sun.

Rhae lifted the creamy-white egg from the chest, the treasure so large it had to be held with both of the her hands. The egg felt as if the hatchling inside of it still lived. It felt like small fireworks against the Targaryen's hands as she cradled the egg.

Rhae turned towards the pit of coals behind her, standing to walk towards it. Once beside it, Rhae knelt in front of the pit and placed the egg atop the coals, the black-rocks sizzled when the egg made contact with the heat.

Rhaenaerys observed the egg, some mysterious magic emitting from the object the longer it sat on the coals.

Irri walked into the hut, carrying a couple blankets in her arms as the night was quite chilly in Vaes Dothrak.

"Khaleesi?"

Rhae picked up the egg, that was producing a boiling heat, but the Targaryen didn't feel anything other than a comforting warmth.

"Oh, Khaleesi!"

Irri dropped the blankets as she ran towards Rhae, taking the egg from her hands but immediately dropping it as the heat burned her hands.

The hand-maiden inspected Rhaenaerys' hands, only to see they were unburnt. Rhae took Irri's hands into her own, staring at the red marks that lined her palms.

"You're hurt."

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"Rakh! Rakh! Rakh haj!"

Daenerys Targaryen listened to the Dothraki chanting around her as she took a bite from the horse's heart in her bloody hands.

A custom in Dothraki spoke that every Khaleesi with a Khal's child must consume the heart of a stallion to give strength to the unborn babe.

"Rakh! Rakh! Rakh haj!"

Daenerys looked towards Rhaenaerys, who stood behind Khal Drogo, taking a chunk out of the heart with a fierceness that made her sister proudly-smirk at her.

"Rakh! Rakh! Rakh haj!"

Doreah stood beside Rhae, both of them listening to the Old Crone that chanted in Dothraki as she stood in front of Daenerys.

"Khalakka dothrae!"

Rhae couldn't fully understand everything the Old Crone was saying, therefore she turned towards her friend, "Tell me what she's saying."

"The prince is riding. I have heard the thunder of his hooves. Swift as the winds he rides. His enemies will cower before him... and their wives will weep tears of blood. She's going to have a boy."

Daenerys finished the stallion's heart, but she gagged and she fell forward, catching herself on her bloodied hands.

Rhae worriedly glanced at Daenerys as her twin slowly sat up, gulping and opening her mouth to show she had swallowed the heart of the stallion. Rhae grinned at her twin as Daenerys stood.

"A Prince rides inside me! And he shall be called Rhaego!"

"Rhaego! Rhaego! Rhaego!"

The Dothraki began to chant the Prince's name.

Khal Drogo stood and walked over to Daenerys, lifting her up by her waist and walking her around in a circle as the Dothraki continued to chant the name "Rhaego."

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Later that night, the Dothraki threw a feast for the Stallion who will Mount the World. The Dothraki danced around the fire as their slaves drummed beats for them. Laughter was spread around the celebration as the atmosphere remained lively.

Khal Drogo and his bloodriders sat in front on the fire, laughing as they drank ale from the horns they had made from their first kills.

Dothraki mid-wives presented themselves to the Khal's bloodriders, falling in the riders' laps not long after they began to teasingly dance in front of them.

The Targaryen twins sat to the right of Khal Drogo, Ser Jorah and Doreah sitting on either side of them. Rhae laughed at the story Doreah had just told her about one of her first nights as a whore.

"Wait, so how did the night end?" Rhae questioned. "The man had to be refunded or he'd rip my head off." Doreah chuckled.

"Daenerys! Rhaenaerys! Where's my sisters?!"
Viserys drunkenly shouted as he stumbled into the hut that held the celebration for Daenerys' unborn son.

"Where are they? I'm here for the feast... The whore's feast?"

"Stop him." Daenerys spoke to Ser Jorah, who stood and made his way towards the drunken Viserys. When Ser Jorah placed his hand onto Viserys' bicep, the boy rounded on the knight, "Get your hands off me! No one touches the Dragon!"

"Khal rhae mhar! Me ifa!"

Khal Drogo chuckled after one of his bloodriders had spoke to him. Viserys heard the Great Khal's laughter and turned towards the Dothraki.

"Khal Drogo! I'm here for the feast."

"Nevakhi vekha ha maan."

Viserys looked to the knight behind him for a translation of the Dothraki words.

"Khal Drogo says there is a place for you... Back there." Ser Jorah pointed towards the back-corner of the hut where the slaves resided.

Viserys looked towards the Khal, shaking his head, "That is no place for a king."

"You are no king."
Khal Drogo spoke in the common tongue.

Viserys unsheathed his sword, spinning on Ser Jorah as the knight approached him from behind.
"Keep away from me!"

"Viserys, please." Daenerys shouted as the Dothraki began to hiss at the eldest Targaryen. Viserys turned towards the Targaryen twins at the sound of the oldest-twin's voice, "There they are."

Viserys aimed his sword at the twins as he began to stalk towards them.

"Put the sword down. They'll kill us all."
Ser Jorah warned.

Viserys drunkenly chuckled as he faced the knight for the third time that night. "They can't kill us. They can't shed blood in their sacred city."

The eldest Targaryen approached the Targaryen twins. Doreah stepped in front of them only to be pushed back by Rhae, before she stepped in front of Daenerys.

"But I can."

Viserys placed the tip of his sword on Rhaenaerys' stomach, pushing her back down into a sitting position before he repeated the same action with Daenerys, only he kept his sword on her stomach.

"I want what I came for. I want the crown he promised me. He bought both of you. But he never paid for either of you. Tell him I want what was bargained for or I'm taking the both of you back. He can keep the baby... I'll cut it out and leave it for him."

Irri translated everything Viserys had said to Khal Drogo in Dothraki.

"Anha vazhak maan rek me zala. Anha vazhal maan firikhnharen hoshora ma mahrazhi aqovi affin mori atihi mae!"

"What's he saying?" Viserys asked the twins.

"He says yes." Daenerys answered. "You shall have a golden crown..." "That men shall tremble to behold." Rhaenaerys finished.

Viserys glanced towards Khal Drogo, finding the Khal was already narrowing his eyes at the Beggar King. "That was all I wanted. What-What was promised." Viserys stuttered as he backed away from the twins.

The Khal stood from his spot and walked over to his wives, placing a hand on Daenerys' stomach and Rhaenaerys' lower-back. Khal Drogo looked at his wives, silent acceptance passing through the three as his look asked them for permission.

"Qora mae."

Two of the Khal's bloodriders grabbed Viserys from behind, breaking both of his arms as they forced him onto his knees.

"No! You cannot touch me! I am the dragon! I want my crown!"

At the Khal's command a Dothraki mid-wife dumped the bowl filled with soup onto the fire as Khal Drogo unhooked his golden belt from his Dothraki silks. The Khal dumped the gold into the bowl, kneeling in front of the fire and watching as the material melted.

Ser Jorah stood beside the twins, "Look away, Khaleesis."

"No." The Targaryen twins spoke in sync.

Viserys fearfully looked between his younger sisters and the Khal as he put together what was soon to be done to him.

"No... Dany... Rhae. Tell them. Make them!"
Viserys begged as Khal Drogo lifted the bowl from above the fire and began to approach the begging Targaryen. "No, you can't! Just-please!"

Khal Drogo placed himself directly in front of Viserys, the two bloodriders holding Viserys had smug smiles on their faces as the boy begged.

"Dany and Rhae, please!"

"A crown for a king." Khal Drogo spoke before he lifted the bowl above Viserys head and let the golden liquid pour onto the Beggar King's head.

Viserys Targaryen's screams turned into muffled gags as the melted-gold consumed his head, before the bloodriders let his body fall to the ground with a clonk from the metal on his head.

"Khaleesis?" Ser Jorah questioned.

"He was no dragon." "Fire cannot kill a dragon."

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