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"We are the Dragon's twins daughters."

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More than half of the Khalasar left the night the dead danced in the Khal's tent. Only five animal-skin-tents remained with around thirty people inhabiting it. Most of them were slaves that the Targaryen twins had saved only a fortnight ago.

Rhae sat beside the bed inside of the Khal's tent, waiting for her sister to awaken as she slumbered.

"Rhae?" Daenerys' quiet voice shook as she began to sit up. "Oh, gentle, gentle." Rhae cooed as she gently laid Daenerys back down.

"My son... where is he? I want to see him."

Rhae averted her gaze towards the ground.

"Where is he?"

Rhae sighed as she lifted her head to look at Daenerys, "Rhaego did not live."

Daenerys' expression morphed into grief as she took the sorrowful knowledge in, "Tell me, Rhae."

"Once that witch put her hands on Khal Drogo, the boy did not live. The women say..." Rhae trailed off, not wanting to tell Daenerys what her son had been described as when he came from her womb.

"What do the women say?"

"They say the child was-"

"Monstrous, twisted."

The Targaryen twins turned their gazes towards the entrance of the tent at the voice of Mirri Maz Duur.

"I pulled him out myself. He was scaled like a lizard... blind... with the leather wings like the wings of a bat. When I touched him the skin fell from his bones. Inside he was full of graveworms."

Rhaenaerys threateningly looked towards Mirri, stopping the witch from continuing further. "I warned you that only death can pay for life. You knew the price."

"Where is Khal Drogo? Show him to me. Show me what I bought with my son's life."

"As you command, lady. I will take you to him." Mirri spoke as she turned to exit the Khal's tent.

"Time enough for that later-"

"I want to see him now."

Rhae sighed but helped Daenerys to her feet, wrapping a blanket around her twin's shoulders before escorting her out of the tent. Daenerys was blinded by the sunlight but quickly adjusted and discovered what remained of the Khalasar.

"The Khalasar is gone."

"A Khal who cannot ride is no Khal. The Dothraki follow only the strong. I'm sorry, my Princess." Ser Jorah spoke as he came to stand beside the Targaryen twins, Rakharo and Irri behind him.

The group of five followed Mirri Maz Duur towards where Khal Drogo rested. Under a rock-formation laid Khal Drogo's still frame, a blanket covering his body as he blankly stared into the distance before him.

"Drogo!" Daenerys ran to the Khal's side when her turquoise eyes landed on his frame.

"Our sun and stars. Why is he out here alone?"

"He seems to like the warmth, Princess."

Daenerys kissed her husband's lips, hoping to get a reaction out of him, but she didn't receive any.

"He lives. You asked for life, you paid for life."
Mirri spoke from where she stood beside Rhae.

"This is not life. When will he be as he was?"

"When the sun rises in the west, sets in the east. When the seas go dry. When the mountains blow in the wind like leaves." Mirri finished and sat on a rock just a couple feet away from the group.

Daenerys stood and took Rhaenaerys' hand in hers, "Leave us."

"I don't want you two alone with this sorceress."
Ser Jorah argued with concern.

"We have nothing more to fear from this woman. Go."

Ser Jorah, Rakharo, and Irri left the Targaryen twins as they walked over to where Mirri sat upon a rock, looking towards the horizon.

"You knew what I was buying and you knew the price." Daenerys' expression held vexation as she spoke.

"It was wrong of them to burn my temple. It angered the Great Shepherd." Mirri explained.

"This is not God's work. My sister's child was innocent." Rhae spoke from bedside Daenerys.

"Innocent? He would have been the Stallion who mounts the world. Now he will burn no cities. Now his Khalasar will trample no nations into dust."

"We spoke for you." "We saved you."

Mirri chuckled, "Saved me?"

Mirri stood and faced the Targaryen twins, "Three of those riders had already raped me before you saved me. I saw my God's house burn, there were I had healed men and women beyond counting. So tell me exactly what it was that you two saved?"

"Your life."

"Hmph. Why don't you take a look at your Khal..." The three turned towards Drogo who had the same blank look worn upon his face. "Then you will see exactly what life is worth when all the rest has gone."

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Once the night sky had risen, the Khal was placed upon his bed inside his tent with the Targaryen twins beside him. Daenerys dipped a rag into a bowl of water and rinsed it out before she began to soothe it over Drogo's arms and chest.

"If you are in there, if you haven't gone away, show us." Daenerys pleaded in the Dothraki tongue.

"You're a fighter. You've always been a fighter. We need you to fight now." Rhae demanded.

"We know you're very far away, but come back to us, our sun and stars." Daenerys, once again, pleaded for her husband to come back to her.

The Targaryen twins lost all hope for their husband as he remained completely still. Daenerys placed her head on Drogo's chest as she began to softly sob.

"When the sun rises in the west and sets in the east... then you shall return to us, our sun and stars."

The eldest Targaryen kissed the Khal's lips, tears streaking down her soft cheeks. Rhae took one of the pillows in her hands, proceeding to place it onto Drogo's face. It had been a mercy kill for the Great Khal, but a heavy burden for the Khaleesis.

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After Rhaenaerys Targaryen had set her husband to rest, the Targaryen twins ordered for a pyre to be built for the Great Khal.

While the remaining riders built Khal Drogo's pyre, the Targaryen twins sat inside their tent. Rhae was quietly braiding Daenerys' hair, the only sound being the night's breeze from outside.

"Will it get easier, Rhae?"

"It will, Dany. I know it."

Rhae finished her braid, placing a comforting hand on Daenerys' shoulder before the two exited the tent.

The pyre was enclosed with sticks in the shape of two circles that connected together so they could ignite the structure. The pyre had an opening underneath it, big enough for the Targaryen twins to stand in.

The Khal was wrapped in a thin blanket as his lifeless body peacefully rested upon the wooden pyre.

Rakharo took all four dragon eggs into his hands, walking to the twins for confirmation on his command.

"Is this your command, Khaleesis?"

The twins silently nodded. Rakharo walked to the pyre as Ser Jorah came to stand bedside the twins.

"Drogo will have no use for dragon eggs in the Night Lands. Sell them. You both can return to the free cities and live as wealthy women for all your days."

"They were not given to us to sell."

Rhae watched as Rakharo climbed the pyre and delicately placed all four eggs beside the Khal.

"Khaleesis, my queens, I vow to serve you, obey you, to die for you if need be, but let him go, Khaleesis. I know what you both intend. Do not." Ser Jorah begged.

"We must." "You don't understand-"

"Don't ask me to stand aside as the both of you climb on that pyre. I won't watch you two burn."

"Is that what you fear?" Daenerys kissed the aged knight's cheek before she and Rhae turned towards the small remains of the Khalasar behind them.

"You will be our Khalasar. We see the faces of slaves. We free you. Take off your collars. Go if you wish, no one will stop you. But if you stay, it will be as brothers and sisters, as husbands and wives."

Many of the freed-slaves of the crowd left as they heard they could leave. Mirri Maz Duur chuckled, gaining the attention of the twins.

"Ser Jorah, bind this woman to the pyre."
"You swore to obey us."

Ser Jorah picked Mirri up from the ground and dragged her towards the pyre, tightly securing her wrists around the wooden pole that was built for her when the fire ignited the wooden structure.

"We are Daenerys Stormborn." Daenerys started. "And Rhaenaerys of House Targaryen." Rhae finished, the twins taking turns in their speech.

"Of the blood of Old Valyria." "We are the dragon's twin daughters. And we swear to you..." "That those who would harm you will die screaming."

"You will not hear me scream."
Mirri Maz Duur spoke in a confident tone.

"We will. But it is not your screams we want."
"Only your life." 

Rakharo handed Rhae his torch, who proceeded to ignite the pyre before handing the torch back to the bloodrider. Mirri Maz Duur began to sing but before long it turned into her violently screaming as the flames scorched her skin.

Daenerys hooked her hand with Rhaenaerys' as they walked into the burning pyre. The fire burned away their clothes, but kissed their skin as they walked deeper and deeper into the dancing flames.

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When the dawn consumed the sky, after the burning of Khal Drogo's pyre, only ashes remained.

Ser Jorah and Rakharo walked towards the ashes as they passed the men and women that had slept on the ground that night. The Westerosi knight had expected to see two piles of blackened bones.

Ser Jorah the Andal was not met with the blackened bones of the Targaryen twins.

Daenerys Stormborn and Rhaenaerys of House Targaryen sat next to one another in the pile of ashes of the pyre, completely unburnt.

A green hatchling was curled in the crook of Daenerys' arm. From the behind the eldest Targaryen's shoulder, crawled a tiny black dragon, softly screeching at the men and women in front of him.

The Westerosi Knight turned his attention towards Rhaenaerys as another screech caught his attention.

From behind both of youngest Targaryen's shoulders, crawled two baby dragons. The hatchling on her left shoulder was as white as Northern snow with tints of purple lining it's scales. The other hatchling, perching on Rhae's right shoulder, was golden in shade as it glistened in the morning sun.

"Blood of my blood." Ser Jorah kneeled before the twins, shock and wonder filling his expression.

The Targaryen twins stood, presenting their hatchlings to their Khalasar. The remaining Dothraki bowed down to the twins as they caught sights of the wonder born into the world again.

The black and white hatchlings stood upon their hind legs and began to sing to the world, their calls echoing across the canyon below the cliff's edge.

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