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"We could establish a dynasty that will last a thousand years, or we could collapse into nothing,
as the Targaryens did."

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Daenerys Targaryen was sitting upon a stool while she braided Khal Drogo's dark locks as he sat upon the floor of the hut they resided inside of.

"The Stallion who mounts the world has no need for iron chairs." Khal Drogo spoke in his Dothraki language.

"According to the prophecy... the Stallion will ride to the ends of the earth." Daenerys responded, continuing their conversation in the native Dothraki language.

"The earth ends at the black salt sea. No horse can cross the poison water."

"The earth does not end at the sea... there are many dirts beyond the sea. The dirt where I was born."

Khal Drogo smirked as he turned to face Daenerys, "Not dirts. Lands." Daenerys smiled at the Khal, "Lands, yes."

Daenerys continued to braid Drogo's hair as she spoke once more, "There are thousands of ships in the free cities. Wooden horses that fly across the sea."

Khal Drogo softly grumbled, "Let's speak no more of wooden horses and iron chairs."

"It's not a chair. It's a... a... throne."

"Throne."
Khal Drogo repeated in the common tongue.

Daenerys placed her finished braid over Drogo's shoulder as she leaned her chin on his shoulder, "A chair for a King to sit upon, or... a Queen."

Khal Drogo nuzzled his head against Daenerys' before he turned around to face her, "A King does not need a chair to sit upon. He only needs a horse." The Khal kissed his wife before standing and leaving the hut. Daenerys softly smiled to herself before she went to leave, as well, to find Rhaenaerys.

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Later that evening, the Targaryen twins decided to visit the market of Vaes Dothrak as many traders passed through the Dothraki city that day. Doreah and Irri trailed behind the Targaryen twins with Rakharo following them, while Ser Jorah walked bedside the two.

The market was filled with Dothraki, merchants, traders, and slaves. Mid-wives carried baskets filled with fruits, spices, or plants above their heads as they went about their business. Parrots of the most unique and wondrous colors sat atop many of the merchants shoulders. Men were doing the strangest movements with their bodies that the human-form shouldn't be able to accomplish.

Rhaenaerys Targaryen's violet hues danced around the market as she had never seem so many vibrant colors in one place. Not even Pentos was this wondrous.

"Can't you help me make him understand?" Daenerys asked Ser Jorah, breaking Rhae from her gazes and thoughts as she looked at her sister walking beside her.

"The Dothraki do things in their own time, for their own reasons. Have patience, Khaleesi. We will go home, I promise you." Ser Jorah assured.

"Viserys was a fool, I know, but he was the rightful heir to the Seven Kingdoms." Daenerys spoke.

Ser Jorah chuckled, "Has my sister said something funny, Ser?" Rhae spoke defensively.

"Forgive me, Khaleesis, but your ancestor, Aegon the Conqueror, didn't seize six of the Kingdoms because they were his right. He had no right to them. He seized them because he could."

"And because he had dragons."
Rhae added.

"Ah well, having a few dragons makes things easier."

"You don't believe it."
Daenerys accused.

"Have you ever seen a dragon, Khaleesi? I believe what my eyes and ears report. As for the rest... it was 300 years ago. Who knows what really happened?" Ser Jorah stopped the group, "Now if you'll pardon me, I'll seek out the merchant captain, see if he has any letters for me." Ser Jorah announced, beginning to head towards the letter-post.

"Well, we'll come with you."
Daenerys offered.

"No no, don't trouble yourself. Enjoy the market. I'll rejoin you soon enough." The twins watched as Ser Jorah walked to the many letters that were pinned onto ropes by iron clips.

"Come on, sweet sister, let's enjoy this lively market."
Rhae looped her arm with Daenerys' as she ushered them deeper into Vaes Dothrak's market.

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The Targaryen twins had been gifted with many feathers, fruits, and jewelry as they traveled throughout the Dothraki city's market.

"Any more dreams, Rhae?" Daenerys decided to spark some conversation with her twin as they continued to venture throughout the market.

"Just the same, Dany."

"Was I still holding the green and black egg?"

"Yes, Dany. I'm still confused on why it changed, though. Any ideas?"

Daenerys shook her head as she didn't even fully understand Rhaenaerys' dreams themselves.

"Virzetha gizikhven! Mra qora! Mra qora!"

The Targaryen twins found themselves walking towards a merchant who claimed he had sweet reds from Lys, Volantis, and the Arbor.

The merchant noticed the silver-haired Khaleesis approaching him, stepping down from his crate and greeting them, "A taste for the Khaleesis? I have a sweet red from Dorne, My Ladies. One taste and you'll name your first child after me." The merchant spoke in Dothraki as he poured the wine he praised into two glasses for the Khalessis.

"My son already has his name, but we'll try your summerwine." Daenerys spoke. "Just a taste." Rhae said, not wanting her twin to harm her son by drinking too much wine.

"My Ladies, you are from Westeros."

"You have the honor of addressing Daenerys and Rhaenaerys of the House Targaryen, Khaleesis of the riding men and Princesses of the Seven Kingdoms." Doreah proudly announced to the merchant.

"Princesses." The merchant said as he bowed to them, still holding the glasses in both hands.

"Rise. We'd still like to taste that wine."
Daenerys spoke with a kind smile on her lips.

"That? Dornish swill. Not worthy of Princesses." The merchant said as he spilled the glasses and threw them aside. "I have a dry red from the Arbor, nectar of the Gods. Let me give you a cask. Uh-a gift." The merchant stumbled as he ran to his shelf that contained many barrels, large and small, of ale and wine.

"You honor us, Ser."
Daenerys chuckled.

"The honor-the honor is all mine." The merchant grabbed a barrel filled with the dry red from the Arbor, approaching the twins with it in his hands. Rakharo stepped in front of his Khaleesis and took the, rather small, barrel into his hands.

"There are many in your homeland that pray for your return, Princesses."

"We hope to repay your kindness someday." Rhae spoke with a determined look upon her young and beautiful features.

"Rakharo." Ser Jorah appeared from behind some beads that hung from the branches of a tree beside the merchant's stall. "Put down that cask."

"Is something wrong?"
Rhae questioned the knight.

"I have a thirst. Open it."
Ser Jorah said, never taking his eyes off of the merchant, who looked dumbfounded.

"The wine is for the Khaleesis. It's not for the likes of you." The merchant spoke defensively.

"Open it."
Ser Jorah repeated to the defiant merchant.

The air became tense as the merchant opened the lid of the cask, looking at the group once he did.

"Pour."
Ser Jorah commanded.

"It would be a crime to drink a wine this rich without giving it time to breathe." The merchant, once more, remained defiant, covering his it up with excuses.

"Do as he says." Rhae spoke, becoming quite suspicious of the merchant's defiance herself.

"As the Princess commands."

The merchant grabbed a small glass and poured some of the wine into it before handing the glass to Ser Jorah. The knight lifted the glass to his nose, smelling the sweetness of the wine.

"Sweet, isn't it? Can you smell the fruit, Ser? Taste it, m'lord. Tell me that is not the finest wine that has ever touched your tongue." The merchant pressed.

Ser Jorah moved the glass to his lips, only to extend it towards the merchant. "You first."

Shock overtook the merchant's expression as he looked between the Westerosi knight and the glass in his hands. "Me? I'm afraid I am not worthy of the vintage. Besides, it is a poor merchant who would drink up his own wares."

"You will drink." Rhaenaerys' tone was stern as she stared at the merchant with the same amout of unrelenting upon her facial features.

The merchant nodded as he took the glass from Ser Jorah's hand. The man brought the glass to his lips nodding towards Ser Jorah than at the twins before he threw the glass at Ser Jorah and shoved the twins aside as he made a run for it.

Ser Jorah caught Daenerys in his arms as Rakharo and a few other Dothraki ran after the merchant. Rakharo's whip wrapped around the man's ankle, causing him to fall to the ground with a thump. The Dothraki that had followed Rakharo, quickly, restrained the merchant.

The Targaryen twins were escorted out of the market by Ser Jorah, their hand-maidens following behind them as they watched the merchant spit at the Dothraki dragging him away.

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When the sun had set after the ordeal with the merchant in the market, the Targaryen twins entered one of the larger huts of Vaes Dothrak to see the man was tied to one of the poles that held up the structure.

The man had cuts and bruises covering his face, results from when the Dothraki had beaten him whenever he struggled, Rhae thought the merchant deserved more than that.

Ser Jorah entered the hut not long after the twins had, coming to stand beside them.

"What will they do to him?"
Daenerys questioned the aged knight.

"When the Khalasar rides, he'll be leashed to a saddle and forced to run behind the horses for as long as he can." The knight answered.

"And when he falls?"
Rhae asked as she glanced at Ser Jorah from where she stood by Daenerys' side.

"I saw a man last nine miles once."

"King Robert still wants us dead."
Daenerys spoke with distaste.

"This poisoner was the first. He won't be the last."

"I thought he'd leave us alone... now that Viserys is gone." Daenerys spoke with more distaste.

"He will never leave you two alone. If the both of you ride to darkest Asshai, his assassins will follow you. If you two sailed all the way to the Basilisk Isles, his spies would tell him. He will never abandon the hunt. You are Targaryens, the last Targaryens. Your son will have Targaryen blood with 40,000 riders behind him."

Daenerys placed a hand upon her baby bump, "He will not have my son."

"He will not have you, Khaleesi. Either of you."

"He couldn't kill two defenseless babes in their cradles, he definitely can't kill us now." Rhae spoke, earning a grin from Daenerys and Ser Jorah.

Rakharo and a handful of Dothraki riders entered the hut, followed by Khal Drogo. The Great Khal made eye contact with his wives instantly. He turned his gaze towards the merchant, who began to fearfully sob as the Khal stepped closer to him.

Rakharo placed a torch into the Khal's outstretched hand. Khal Drogo waved the torch in front of the merchant's face before he threw it into the fire-pit in the center of the hut as he walked towards his wives.

"Moons of my life. Are you hurt?"

The Great Khal placed his hands on the twins' cheeks. The two wives placed a hand on their husband's as they shook their heads. The Khal placed a kiss to each Khaleesis' head before he faced Ser Jorah.

"Jorah the Andal, I heard what you did. Choose any horse you wish, it is yours." Khal Drogo placed his hand on Ser Jorah's shoulder, "I make this gift to you."

Khal Drogo faced his wives once more, determination filling his gaze, "And to my son, the Stallion who will mount the world, I will also pledge a gift." Khal Drogo backed-up towards the fire as he spoke.

"I will give him the iron chair that his mother's father sat upon."

The Great Khal began to walk around the fire as he pledged his gift to the Stallion who will mount the world.

"I will give him Seven Kingdoms. I, Drogo, will do this. I will take my Khalasar west to where the world ends and ride wooden horses across the black salt water as no Khal has done before."

The Dothraki riders began to cheer for their Khal as he continued his speech about his future conquer of Westeros for his son.

"I will kill the men in iron suits..." The Khal approached the merchant and screamed in his face, "And tear down their stone houses."

Khal Drogo began his walk around the fire once more, his riders continuing their roars and cheers.

"I will rape their women... take their children as slaves... and bring their broken gods back to Vaes Dothrak."

The Targaryen twins looked at their husband in awe as he spoke with such passion about his wanting to conquer Westeros.

"This, I vow... I, Drogo, son of Bharbo. I swear before the Mother of Mountains as the stars look down in witness."

The Dothraki riders' cheers and roars increased in sound as Khal Drogo finished his speech. The Great Khal looked at his wives, who were already staring at him with adoration shinning in their eyes.

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The morning after Khal Drogo's speech, the Great Khal led his Khalasar out of Vaes Dothrak atop his stallion. The Khalasar's destination were the small towns in between the free cities of Essos.

Tied to the saddle of the Targaryen twins' mare was the merchant. The man was as bare as the day he was born as he struggled to keep up with their horse.

Rhaenaerys kept her grip around Daenerys loose as to not squeeze her sister's pregnant belly as she sat behind her on their mare.

"Do you think we're actually going home, Rhae?"
Daenerys questioned.

"I hope so, Dany."

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