𝐓𝐨 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞
𝐓𝐨 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞
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___𝔉our suns full of strenuous walking brought the Khalasar of the Targaryen Twins where they are stood now; before the gates of Qarth. The thriving city at the edge of the Red Waste.

   The lavender eyes of Rhaenaerys Targaryen's narrow as they gaze upon the bronze gates opening with the piercing sound of shrieking metal grinding against metal. A guard of twenty began marching out of the city, bronze armor upon white tunics that fell to the ankle glinting beneath the brutal sun with spears twice their size held in one arm as the other held golden shields against their armored chests.

   The eldest twin beside her sister creases her brows, glancing to their loyal Westerosi Knight stood beside her, "I thought we were welcome."

   "If you heard a Dothraki horde was approaching your gates, you might do the same, Khaleesi." Ser Jorah's response has Rhaenaerys glancing behind themselves at the Khalasar of starved women and children with barely ten Blood-Riders.

   "Horde?"

   The warriors of Qarth come to a halt a fair distance before the Targaryen Twins then separate within the middle of their line and the Targaryens lay purple eyes upon the infamous Thirteen as the soldiers stab their spears in the sandy-ground as a sign of respect.

   The Thirteen were a council of men whom smelled far too much of perfume and wore expensive clothing to show their immense wealth lavished with jewels. All thirteen men halted behind their guard as numerous pairs of eyes glanced about the rather small Dothraki horde before landing upon the Targaryen Twins, themselves, known best for their beauty.

   Amongst another rumor soon to be a known truth across the world.

   Although even blanketed with the red dust and muck of the Red Waste, the last Targaryens were two of the most beautiful beings the men had ever set their eyes upon, certainly more pleasant than any of the women in their brothels, some dare say even their wives.

   The Targaryens and the Thirteen stared one another down for a long moment, awaiting whomever would speak first. It was the eldest of the twins whom broke the silence filled only with the whispering breeze.

   "My name is Daenaerys–..."

   "Daenerys Stormborn and Rhaenaerys of the House Targaryen."

   Daenerys' brown brows crease at the words from the older man with wisps of white hairs upon his head, his robe a deep tangerine shade with swirls and embroiderings of gold and white in color, as well as, fabric stitched into the shapes of moths and beetles along his right shoulder.

   "You know us, my Lord?"

   "Only by reputation, Khaleesi, and I'm no Lord, merely a humble merchant. They call you both the Mothers of Dragons."

   "And what shall we call you?" Rhaenaerys spoke for the first time before the Thirteen.

   The man grinned as his hands rested upon his round belly, "Oh, my name is quite long and quite impossible for foreigners to pronounce, I am simply a trader of spices." This Spice Merchant, then, extends his arm behind himself, gesturing towards the twelve men still stood behind the safety of their guard, continuing on to announce, "But we are the Thirteen, charged with the governance and protection of Qarth; the greatest city that ever was or will be."

   Daenerys, politely, grins as she responds, "The beauty of Qwarth is legendary–..."

   "Qarth."

   Her grin fades. Biting the inside of her cracked lip, "Qarth." She repeats the proper annunciation of the supposed greatest city there ever was or will be.

   Young Rhaenaerys doubted this Qarth to be the greatest city for within her mind, Valyria of old had been the greatest city there was, and ever will be. The youngest Targaryen only dreamt of beholding the great beauty of Valyria, even in ruins, some day. Especially to see the infamous red skies above the Red City.

   Mayhaps Rhaenaerys Targaryen would fly there when her children were large enough to carry her.

   Thinking of the Mothers of Dragons' children, the Spice Merchant asks whilst still, politely, grinning as he had been, "Might we see the dragons?"

   Twisting her head for her violet gaze to land upon the strongest of the few horses, the black stallion gifted to Kavarro by the Thirteen, whom held the dragons' four carriers upon it's back, Daenerys blinked. Steeling her gaze, her own words echoing within her mind from days past, Daenerys faces the Thirteen, once again, "My.. friend, we have traveled very far. We have no food, no water. Once I see our people fed, I would be honored–..."

The twins were becoming quite annoyed with being interrupted as the Spice Merchant, once again, lifts his hand and speaks over the eldest Targaryen, "Forgive me, Mother of Dragons, but no man alive has seen a living dragon. Some of my more skeptical friends refuse to believe your.. children even exist. All we ask is the chance to see for ourselves."

A wolfish grin lifts Rhaenaerys' cracked lips dried from the heat of the Red Waste, speaking with fire behind her breath, "The chance to see our children before slitting our throats and taking them for yourselves, you mean... but we are not liars."

Stood within the crowd of twelve of the thirteen councilmen, a tall man with dark skin that glimmers beneath the light of the blazing sun lowers his bald head as he smirks to himself at the beautiful and fierce woman's fiery words. The Spice Merchant smiles, "Oh, I don't think either of you are, but as I've never met you before, my opinion on the matter is of limited value."

"Where we come from..." Rhaenaerys begins, growling through her teeth, "... guests are treated with respect not insulted at the gates."

"Then perhaps you should return to where you come from.. we wish you well." The trader of spices says in finality, politely bowing his upper-half before turning and beginning towards his fellow councilmen behind him.

From the sparks of worry within her belly, a fire ignites as Rhaenaerys takes a step forward, "What are you doing? You promised to receive us."

The Thirteen, once trekking back towards their city lavished in riches, halts and turn towards the last of the Targaryens. The Spice Merchant furrows his brows in what seemed to be genuine confusion, though it only served to stir the fire within the dragon's belly. "We have received you. Here we are and here you are."

The elder twin, whom now stood beside her sister with a distressed gleam within her purple eyes only one other in the entire world shared the same shade of, follows with, "If you do not let us in, all of us will die."

"Which we shall deeply regret. But Qarth did not become the greatest city that ever was or will be by letting Dothraki savages through its gates."

Whilst only able to watch as the Thirteen began to walk away to the gates of their city, once more, the Mormont Knight saw the tension within the shoulders of his twin Khaleesis, the smoke practically emitting from their skin same to a dragon as it's fire rises from it's belly. Knowing the twins were not going to just sit idly by, Ser Jorah warns, "Khaleesis, please, be careful."

Heeding the Knight's words not, the Targaryen Twins march forward, only halting in their path of red when the warriors lowered their spears, yet it halts their fire not. "Thirteen!" Daenerys shouts, knowing she had gained the councilmens' attention as they stopped and turned around, facing them.

"When our dragons are grown, we will take back what was stolen from us!"

"And destroy those who have wronged us!"

"We will lay waste to armies and burn cities to the ground!"

"Turn us away.. and we will burn you first."

Daenerys Stormborn finishes with fire behind her breath, the awakened dragon burning within her eyes. Though, the Spice Merchant only smirks as he points at the fireborn twins, "Ah, you are true Targaryens." Then, he furrows his brows, "Only, as you said a moment ago, if we don't let you into the city, you will all die, and so–..."

This time it were the Spice Merchant to be interrupted as the man with dark skin, dressed in a purely white ankle-length tunic with a bright green robe embroidered with bluish and golden swirls over it, alongside a thin sword lavished in jewels sheathed upon the golden belt around his waist, stepped before the Thirteen and spoke,"Retreating in fear from little girls is unbecoming of the greatest city that ever was or will be."

"The discussion is over, Xaro Xhoan Daxos. The Thirteen have spoken."

"I am one of the Thirteen, and I am still speaking."

"They threaten to burn our city to the ground and you would invite them in for a cup of wine?" The Spice Merchant questions, wrinkled face scrunched with confusion whilst a glitter of fear litters his eyes. "They are the Mothers of Dragons. Do you expect them to watch their people starve without breathing fire?"

The Mothers of Dragons of topic were glancing between the pair of men whilst they conversed, sparing a furrow-browed glance at one another, as well.

"I believe we can allow a few Dothraki through our gates without dooming our city. After all, here I am, a savage from the Summer Isles and Qarth still stands."

"Our decision is final."

A huff falls from this Xaro Xhoan Daxos' lips, "Very well. I invoke Sumi." Whomever this Sumi were had to have been important as the ever curious purple eyes noticed the Thirteens' changes in stances. More tense than before as some even sighed. The thin sword at his side is unsheathed and Xaro continues to say, "I will vouch for the Targaryen Twins, their people, and their dragons in accordance with the law." Xaro Xhoan Daxos, then, clenches his first around the end of his blade before slicing his palm, presenting his blood oath to his fellow councilmen, whom all bow their heads in respect. Though, the Spice Merchant bellows with a scowl, "Be it on your head."

Xaro Xhoan Daxos turns his prideful gaze unto the Targaryen Twins, extending his arm towards the still opened gates of the golden city at the edge of the Red Waste, "Welcome to Qarth, my Ladies."

❁ 𓃗 ❁

     The streets of Qarth were unlike anything the Targaryen Twins had ever seen before in all their years of running between the Free Cities. Streets painted in gold, buildings coated in riches whilst the bright blue bay that connected the edge of Qarth to the Jade Sea glimmered as a sapphire gem would with numerous ships with sails of numerous colors drifting upon its shimmering surface.

   The calls of peafowls, songs of the exotic birds living within Essos' vast terrain, accompanied by the ecstatic laughter from all those living within the golden city echoed across the cool sea breeze.

   Xaro Xhoan Daxos had led the Targaryen Twins and their Khalasar to his house built within the center of the city. A mansion large enough to house the entire Khalsar, they discovered. Foreign plants thought not to withstand the blazing warmth of Essos were spread throughout the rich halls with golden statues of all types of creatures; peafowls, basilisks, among other wondering creatures. In the center of the house were a beautiful courtyard with a gigantic fountain, the height reaching the golden roof, as water spat from a glass basilisk.

   The house of Xaro Xhoan Daxos' screamed wealth, resulting in the feeling of unsettlment stirring within the Targaryen Twins' bellies as they were shown to the hall containing their separate chambers, yet, just before the servants left to prepare their baths, the twins announced they would share a chamber.

   Although with the grime of the Red Waste now washed off of themselves, the Targaryen Twins would never deny they were elated to be rid of the waste nonetheless.

   The last of the Targaryens, now, stood within their shared chamber that had a wall lined with curved and stone-made arches serving as glass-less windows that overlooked the yard below, with their maidens, Irri and Doreah, alongside their baby dragons.

The youngest of the twins were sprawled across the length of the sizeable bed with greenish-blue sheets and pillows of white fabric, it had been the most comfortable bed the twins laid upon thus far. Leant upon her elbow with her cheek rested on her palm, bare feet dangling from the edge of the bed, Rhaenaerys' silver hair that hung loose to dry opposite to her twin's braided locks drifted with the breeze as the golden Viserion lay beside her, nipping at her fingers tapping the bed sheets. Rhaenaerys softly giggled at the young hatchling's antics.

Across from the gigantic bed, the eldest twin with Doreah leaning her chin atop her crossed arms beside her plucked a small piece of raw meat from a bowl, provided by the servants, to lay it before the awaiting Drogon with a grin as the black hatchling stood upon the stone rail of the wall of windows. Drogon turned his attention unto his mother as she spoke, "𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒚𝒔."

   Drogon's glittering snout descended unto the raw meat, nostrils flaring as he sniffed it, before lifting his neck and tilting his head with a squeak falling from his snout. Though, his mother only smiled at her baby dragon, repeating, "𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒚𝒔." more slowly.

   The black dragon, the Khalsar whispered to be the Black Dread come again, returns his red eyes unto the meat, puffing out a whisp of smoke. Then as the baby dragon puffed with all his might, streams of black fire with swirls of red came from his mouth, charring the meat.

   The ethereal Khaleesi and her maiden both giggled and smiled with pure wonder and delight, Doreah clapping for the hatchling.

   Drogon huffed at the charred meat now to his liking, before hefting the piece as large as his snout between his teeth and standing on his two legs, swallowing the charred meat whole.

   "He'll be able to feed himself from now on." Daenerys spoke with the pride only a mother could have felt within her heart, smiling down at her baby dragon. Though when Drogon noticed his mother's straightened posture, he chirped as he outstretched his neck in her direction, wanting more of her affection.

   Daenerys fondly grinned at the hatchling, gifting him the affection he sought as she stroked a finger upon his scaled head then down his neck. Drogon purred at the feel, closing his glowing red eyes. The eldest twin, then, turns to begin towards the bed, standing beside Irri as the Dothraki maiden attends to her Khaleesis' tattered clothes.

   The younger of the maidens eyes the bowl of meat and reaches her hand towards it, though, the voice of the younger Khaleesi halts her, "Let him sleep, Doreah." The maiden shyly grins at being caught, gaze upon her boots, "Yes, Khaleesi." Doreah, then, lays her hand flat upon the stone and smiles as the hatchling steps unto her palm, red eyes staring into hers. From upon the bed, Rhaenaerys smiles, "He loves you."

   Returning the black hatchling to his carrier upon a table at the end of the bed with the three others whilst Daenaerys folded the Dothraki robes she'd worn not few hours beforehand, Irri's voice filled the silence as she spoke in her native Dothraki tongue, "𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐩..." Pointing to the piece on the article of clothing she'd sewn back together, Irri continues as she presents the boot she attends, "... 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐟𝐢𝐱𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞." The maiden's Khaleesi smiles at her, "Thank you, my friend."

   Once returning Drogon to his carrier, taking a short moment to caress Rhaellon's gleaming white snout as she poked her head through the holes of her carrier, Doreah then stepped towards the edge of the bed, lifting a beautiful dress as she spoke, "Did you both see the dresses Xaro had bought for you? They say he is the wealthiest man in Qarth."

"It is known." Irri responded in the Common Tongue, voice heavy with her Dothraki accent.

"And if Qarth is the wealthiest city in Essos.."

"The last time a rich man gave us dresses, he was selling us to Khal Drogo."

The younger of the twins lavender gaze lifted unto her sister, caressing a finger in repetitive movements along Viserion's neck as he purred, the only of the purple eyes meeting, sorrowed.

"𝐌𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬."

The twins turned their gazes unto Irri, bowing their eyes in agreement, before Daenerys broke the silence thick with gloom, returning her eyes unto Doreah, "Xaro is our host, but we know nothing about him. Men like to talk about other men.. when they are happy."

The corners of her lips lift into a sly smirk, Doreah bowing her head to her beautiful Khaleesi. The young brunette laid the bright blue dress with a golden belt upon the bed, smoothing the wrinkles from it's silken fabric. "You would both look like real princesses in Xaro's–..."

"They are not princesses, they are Khaleesis!" Irri the Dothraki's yell echoes throughout the chambers, and an awkward silence with a tension drifting about it overcomes the women. Viserion chirps.

Glancing between her twin Khaleesis, a soft breath flutters from Irri's lips, gesturing towards the pair of rather beautiful dresses, she breaks the tension, "You should wear them, Khaleesis. You are their guests, it would be rude not to."

The handmaidens to the Targaryen Twins, then, left the chambers with polite bows whilst Daenaerys eyed the dresses with a grin spreading across her thin lips, a shine within her purple eyes not seen for an age. And Rhaenaerys smiles at her twin's excitement, Dany's joy was Rhae's joy, always. Viserion screeches as he flaps his glittering golden wings, nuzzling his snout against his mother's cheek, whom giggles down at him.

"Shall we dress for our host's gathering in the yard, then, sweet sister?" Rhaenaerys smirks and her twin rolls her violet eyes at Rhae, a grin tugging at the corners of her lips. "We shall, cruel sister."

The younger twin only snickers to herself as she stands from the bed leaned against the golden wall opposite the windows, though, Rhae were caught off guard when her sister whacked her bottom with the article of clothing she held in her hands. Rhaenaerys squealed as she turned to Daenaerys with a pearl-toothed smile spread across her pink lips, whom just smirked at her. Rhae shook her head with a giggle, then flattened the back of her hand upon the sheets for Viserion to climb unto her smooth palm, whom did as such. She smiled at the beautiful hatchling, whom chirped up at his mother; golden on indigo.

The Targaryen, then, lifted her hand towards her shoulder which allowed the golden hatchling to perch on her shoulder, before she walked towards the bowl of meat placed on the stone rail still. Plucking a tiny piece of meat between her fore and middle finger, Rhaenaerys brought it before Viserion's snout.

"𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒚𝒔."

   Streams of golden flames with the faintest wisps of pale white ripples and swirls spat from the hatchling's snout unto the piece of meat, charring it within few seconds. Though, the beautiful dragon turned his head not even larger than his mother's palm towards her as his golden eyes sought his mother's approval. Whom smiled, "𝑲𝒊𝒔𝒂̄𝒔, 𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒂 𝒋𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒂̄𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏." ( Eat, my love. ) Viserion, then, eagerly took the charred meat between his teeth and devoured the delicious meat whole with a chirp. Rhaenaerys smiled, "𝑺ȳ𝒓𝒊̄ 𝒈𝒂𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏, 𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒂 𝒅𝒐̄𝒏𝒂 𝒎𝒊𝒓𝒓𝒆." ( Well done, my sweet thing. ) Viserion nuzzled his head against her chin.

❁ 𓃗 ❁

Gathered within the capacious courtyard of Xaro Xhoan Daxos' house are numerous of the wealthiest of those residing within Qarth, as well as, all of the men of the Thirteen with their beautiful wives. Shades of all the colors in the known world were used as silk for the dresses and robes worn by the occupants spread about the yard. Calls of exotic birds, the chatter of those within the yard alongside laughter filling the humid sunset air.

   Whilst stood within the sea of wealthy merchants and their wives with servants bustling about holding silver platters with golden goblets of wine atop, the youngest of the Targaryen Twins converses with one of the Thirteen and his lovely wife within the green maze of waist-high bushes, all adequately trimmed, whilst rubbing a finger across the silver of her known ring she'd never been without for as long as she could remember, a habit of the young woman's.

The silk of her shimmering dress glinted beneath the last rays of the sun as it began to sink from it's peek in the skies beginning to fade from blue into a beautiful golden with tangerine and lavender flecks across it's surface above for the night to come. Rhaenaerys Targaryen's dress were vastly similar to her sister's own in everything but color. Sleeveless dresses that reached their ankles with golden belts around their waists, a pair of jeweled beads hanging from the belt and reaching just below the knees, with the same material of the belt holding the shoulders of the dresses.

Princess Rhaenaerys, though, despised being away from her children. She had yet to trust, nor ever would, any of these Qartheen merchants. Although young, Rhaenaerys Targaryen were not naive, she knew one only made themselves as wealthy as these men and women were by selfish acts of malice and betrayal. These merchants only sought the last of the Targaryens favor for they had what none else in the known world had; dragons. Only them. Which made the Targaryen Twins the most powerful people in the world.

"And you must visit the night market." The voice thick with the Essosian accent of the merchants wife captured Rhaenaerys' attention, "The Qartheen night market is like no night market you've ever seen."

Rhaenaerys politely smiled, "It sounds wonderful."

"The Meereenis think they have a night market. I will take you there myself."

The Targaryen's plum eyes, then, drifted towards the echo of the Mormont Knight's voice as he spoke in the Dothraki tongue, noticing with wide eyes as pair of Blood-Riders stand on either side of a golden statue of a peafowl with Ser Jorah between them. Rhaenaerys knew whatever they were discussing were anything but innocent. Therefore, the beautiful woman returns her gaze unto the merchant's wife, politely smiling, "Please excuse me for a moment." Rhaenaerys does not await a response as her fist clutches her dress, lifting the silk above her ankles, and rushes towards the Dothraki and Westerosi Knight.

"What are they doing?"

Ser Jorah gestures towards the golden peafowl with a collar of multi-colored jewls with his hand as he answers his Khaleesi, his other hand rested upon his hip, "Mallaco says the statue is too heavy to carry, but Kovarro says that Mallaco is an idiot. They can pry out the gems, the rest is pure gold, very soft. He can chop off as much as we can carry."

"𝐂𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞. 𝐒𝐞𝐤𝐤𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐬." ( Or melt it. Very simple. ) Kovarro says afterwards, near instantly, Khaleesi Rhaenaerys' Blood-Rider ever since the day she were wed to Khal Drogo alongside her twin, poking the tiny jewels with his curved Arakh. The youngest of the twin Khaleesis gives her Blood-Rider an incredulous look, violet eyes wide, "𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐦𝐚𝐞 𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬! 𝐘𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐳 𝐯𝐨𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞!" ( We are his guests! You can't pry it or chop it or melt it! )

"𝐊𝐢 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐯𝐨𝐬, 𝐊𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐢! 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐭𝐢𝐤𝐡 𝐚𝐲𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐦𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐭." ( Of course not, Khaleesi! We will wait until we leave. )

"𝐕𝐨𝐬 𝐚𝐤𝐤𝐚 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐧 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐦𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐭." ( Not even when we leave. )

"𝐊𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐤𝐡𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐢 𝐯𝐨𝐬?" ( Why not? )

The Khaleesi raises her brown brows at her Blood-Rider, violet eyes stern with a fire behind them, "𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐢𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐤 𝐯𝐢𝐣𝐚𝐳𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐡𝐚 𝐳𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐕𝐢𝐫𝐳𝐞𝐭𝐡 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐚𝐤𝐡 𝐦𝐚 𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐳𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐭 𝐳𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐞? 𝐀𝐧𝐡𝐚 𝐭𝐢𝐤𝐡 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭 𝐯𝐨𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐡." ( Our host saved us from the Red Waste and you want to steal from him? I will hear no more. )

The Blood-Riders of the Targaryen Twins, Mallaco and Kovarro, bow their heads in respect to their silver haired Khaleesi's command, beginning to walk away, yet Rhaenaerys releases a breath as she watches her loyal protector pluck a golden goblet from a silver platter only to spill the wine out, her not needing a word to be spoken to know Kovarro intended on keeping the goblet to sell.

"My brother used to say the only thing the Dothraki knew how to do was steal things better men have built."

Ser Jorah's shoulders rise and fall with a deep sigh, hands still rested upon his hips as his aged eyes with such wisdom held within looks upon his Khaleesi, "It's not the only thing, they're quite good at killing the better men."

Rhaenaerys looks at the Westerosi Knight beside her, "That's not the kind of queen I'm going to be." Rhae's indigo-eyed gaze, then, settles upon her dear sister within the crowd conversing with a pair of the many merchants stalking about the yard, "The kind of queen neither of us are going to be." The Targaryen says in more of a whisper to herself than anything, but the Mormont'd heard still and he believed her words for the Targaryen Twins held something many monarchs lacked in this tragic world; a gentle heart. They would not only be feared and respected, they would be loved.

Though, whilst standing together apart from the suffocating crowd of stinking wealth, Rhaenaerys had come to notice Ser Jorah's soft eyes lingering upon her sister and grinned to herself, "Go to her." The Knight turns his gaze unto his Khaleesi, whom just nods towards her sister with a smirk, "Go on, Ser."

He bows his head, murmuring, "Khaleesi." Before beginning towards Princess Daenaerys Targaryen, whose beautiful features seemed to brighten at her dear Knight's sudden presence.

A soft grin of fondness bloomed across the younger twin's pink lips as violet eyes remained upon her dear sister, never wanting to think on where she would be without Daenaerys Targaryen, when she felt a shadow come to stand beside herself. Rhaenaerys blinked out of her clouded mind, turning her gaze unto the being beside her.

"My Princess."

Spoke the woman, Rhaenaerys discovered, hair as black as the moonless sky in the hour of the owl with eyes brighter than any emerald, black dress with green embroiderings standing out amidst the sea of bright blues, oranges, and gold.

"And you are?" The Targaryen asked, silken voice laced with wariness.

   "I answer to many a name, though Lazos Lysar is what the Qartheen call me."

   Without removing her violet eyes from her sister, Rhaenaerys shortly nods, thin lips pursing for a short moment, before she asks, "Have you come to tell me of the exotic basilisks in the markets of Vaes Dothraki, or perhaps the night markets?"

   This Lazos Lysar breathes an amused breath, "The fire within you burns brighter than any in an age. And it will call to the one whose bones welcome the ice."

It was then that the Targaryen Princess turned her gaze unto the beautiful woman whom spoke in riddles, it appeared. Brown brows bent with a slight crease, yet as Lazos' emerald eyes met her amethyst eyes, it was as if she were struck with an arrow; an arrow of knowing.

"The wolf of midnight fur and eyes of ice, the one whom walks in dreams, will come to you as a man born from ice."

A flutter of lashes, amethyst gaze widening, though, within an instant before Rhaenaerys Targaryen could even question the woman, Lazos Lysar disappeared within the crowd; like a shadow in the night.

The Targaryen Princess releases a flustered breath, eyes lids fluttering rapidly.

"The Twin Mother of Dragons!"

Rhaenaerys Targaryen turns towards the voice of the one whom spoke to her in her flustered state. One of the Thirteen that'd stood outside the gates some hours ago as they received the Targaryen Twins, she recognized. Though, she knew not his name. The long purple robe he wore over his white ankle-length tunic swaying as he approached the Targaryen, lips as blue as a frozen man's.

"On behalf of the warlocks of Qarth, I welcome you." This warlock, now stood before the young Targaryen, holds out his hand, a blue smile curving his lips, "A demonstration." Rhaenaerys spares a swift glance about the crowd that'd begun to gather around them, then placed her hand in his rather cold palm. The purple-robed warlock laid an amethyst in her palm. "Take this gem, look at it. Into its depths."

Rhaenaerys blinked, focusing her purple eyes upon the amethyst gem, staring into the abyss of it's plum depths. "So many facets, look closely enough and you can see yourself in them." The Targaryen's perfectly curved brows bent as she shortly glanced up at the warlock, wondering whatever were he getting at.

"Often more than once."

Gasps emit from the Qartheen gathered around the Targaryen and warlock, the former's eyes widening as another warlock, a twin to the one before her, stood a mere distance away. A breath fluttered from her lips, the twin appeared far too real for this to be some parlor trick of the eye.

"Should you grow tired of Xaro's baubles and trinkets, it would be an honor to host you and your sister at the House of the Undying. You both are always welcome, Mother of Dragons."

The crowd around the pair begin to clap whilst the purple warlocks disappear within the crowd, leaving the youngest Targaryen even more flustered than before. She sighed beneath her breath.

"My apologies, Bi Pree is one of the Thirteen, it was customary for me to extend him an invitation." The Targaryen turned towards the host, himself, Xaro Xhoan Daxos, emerging from within the slowly dispersing crowd as he approached the beautiful Targaryen. "Customs die slow deaths in Qarth."

Softly shaking her head with confusion lacing her violet eyes, "What is the House of the Undying?"

"It is where the warlocks go to squint at dusty books and drink Shade of the Evening. It turns their lips blue and their minds soft, so soft that they actually believe their parlor tricks are magic."

From a distance away, the Westerosi Knight from Bear Island had been gazing upon one of the last Targaryens in the world, smiling as their savior led her away, disappearing within the crowd, when a voice spoke, "You watch over her, and her sister."

Ser Jorah Mormont turns to face whomever spoke, aged eyes settling upon a woman with hair as black as a raven's feathers and eyes like emeralds, orbs one could finds themselves lost within.

"Do I know you?"

"I know you, Ser Jorah Mormont of Bear Island."

"Who are you?"

"I'm no one, but she and her sister are the Mothers of Dragons. They need true protectors, now more than ever. They shall come day and night to see the wonder born into the world again.. and when they see, they shall lust. For dragons are fire made flesh, and fire is power."

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~ Author's Note ~

WE'RE BACK BITCHES!!!
OMG this chapter has been months in the making, oml I'm so sorry for the wait :(( but I honestly thank all of u lovely readers for ur patience :))

I still cannot get enough of the twins and their dragons :D they're everything to me ❣︎❣︎

Anyway, now the twins are in Qarth, whatever will happen????