The wedding

Daenerys

Daenerys sat nervously in her seat as the sun blazed from above, today had been nothing but a blur for her. From the servants bathing her to them doing her hair, she had no time to herself. Viserys watched on as she was dragged around, forced to try on dress after dress until they eventually chose a lilac dress. The location they had chosen for the wedding lacked the charm she had once dreamed of. Various forms of meats were being cooked off to the side, Daenerys didn't think they looked very appetizing. There was a bit of fear in her heart as she continued to think about how her life would be after today. She was aware of what would have to happen tonight, it seemed even the Dothraki believed in consummating marriages. She watched as they danced in their honor as gifts were offered by every merchant in the area.

Viserys had warned her, her husband was no Khal, no he was simply the brother of the Khal. At first, she had believed it, but the Dothraki people looked at him in reverence. Illyrio had once said those of the highest honor sit above the rest among the Dothraki. She and her husband sat on the highest of platforms as everyone else sat below them. Even Khal Drogo sat below them, her brother sat even lower, something she was sure would annoy him to no end. The looks he seemed to give her from time to time proved that.

Khal Drogo seemed to say something to her husband who she only knew as Khal Qora for now. She didn't speak Dothraki but the spectacle taking place before them seemed to enlighten her enough. A Dothraki woman and man danced in ways she didn't think appropriate for a wedding. But Neither of them seemed to mind, the Dothraki crowd cheered for the couple. That was until another man appeared attacking the male and choosing to take his place within the dance. That was a mistake as the other man pulled out his weapon before slitting the man's throat. Daenerys wanted to look away, but she couldn't. This was something she needed to see. The Dothraki man proceeded to remove the braid of the dead Dothraki throwing it on the ground before walking away with the woman.

Ilyrio had said that Khal Drogo had never lost a fight in his life so his ponytail reached his waist, she could see it from where she was sitting. She turned to her husband realizing he wasn't very similar to the rest of the Dothraki. He was quiet, she had only heard him speak once but his hair wasn't braided. It was long in a similar style to Viserys, he seemed to notice her staring as he locked eyes with her. Once again she wanted to look away but she couldn't. His eyes seemed to pierce her very being, seeing through her thoughts.

The Dothraki language seemed to draw them both from their staring contest as she watched him turn to his brother. She wished she could understand what they were saying, why couldn't they speak valyrian? A man dressed in black robes appeared, he had blonde hair and a beard.

"A small gift for the Khaleesi," He spoke the common tongue, something that pleased her to no end. "Songs and histories from the seven kingdoms." He handed over three thick leather-wrapped books.

"Thank you, ser, are you from my country?"

"Ser Jorah Mormont of Bear Island. I served your father for many years. Gods be good, I hope to always serve the rightful king." She watched as Ser Jorah sent a look to her brother getting a nod in response.

As Jorah walked away Illyrio stood up motioning for a few slaves to carry forth a chest, marked with rubies and gold. As the crest rested before Daenerys she watched as Illyrio leaned forward opening the crate. Inside she saw the very things she had told no longer existed.

"Dragon Eggs, Daenerys. From the Shadowlands beyond Asshai. The Ages have turned them to stone, but they will always be beautiful."

Daenerys hadn't needed Illyrio to point out the fact that they were Dragon Eggs. She only wondered why he hadn't gifted them to her brother. She could tell by the surprise and greed on Viserys face that he had no idea they were in the hands of the nobleman.

"Thank you Magister."

That wasn't the last gift she received they came and came, But none were as special to her as the Dragon Eggs.

(Aegon 1st person pov)

I watched as Daenerys sat nervously by my side there had been nothing but silence between the two of us. The reason for that was pretty simple, with both Jorah and Viserys joining us on our adventure to the Dosh Khaleen I figured it'd be easier to judge their character if they weren't aware of my ability to speak the common tongue. Sure Daenerys suffered because of that but I had to be sure. Viserys was already beginning to prove that he was exactly the same as he was in the show. But I had to be sure, he was a Targaryen and no matter what he could always be put to use but if he was as erratic as I believed him to be he wouldn't survive long. I'd kill him myself if he got out of hand.

Jorah was a man I didn't really care for, he longed for Daenerys while secretly feeding Varys information on her. Varys was who I really had to be careful of, he helped Robert send assassins to kill Daenerys I was sure he wouldn't mind doing the same to me. Sure he had helped my mother and sister escape when I was younger but he serves only the realm.

The wedding was ending as drew near. Standing I walk down the steps soon reaching a horse, Daenerys followed. Her eyes lit up as they stopped on the white mare, I didn't need to speak for her to understand.

She made to speak but I stopped her picking her by the waist setting her atop of the horse. Climbing atop the brown horse to her side we rode off. We didn't go far soon stopping in front of a tent. One made specifically for this night, inside one could find anything they would need for such a night.

Turning around my eyes stopped on Daenerys, the tears falling from her eyes weren't exactly a surprise. Here she was giving up herself so that her brother could have an army. It was sad to see just think about how things would have been had Rhaegar defeated Robert that day. Or if Aerys had never gone crazy. I wouldn't be here in the body of Aegon and Daenerys likely would have married the true owner of this body.

Stepping forward I placed a hand on her cheek, she looked up with misty eyes.

"You shouldn't cry Daenerys Targaryen. Dragons shouldn't cry." The shock could visibly be seen on her face. I could only guess what she was thinking, the whole day she had done her best to speak to me, and yet I never replied.

"You speak the common tongue?"

"Of course I do, even my brother Drogo speaks it." I could see the realization taking place within her eyes. Drogo and I were surrounded by noblemen and slavers who thought they were smarter than mere savages. They spoke so eagerly amongst themselves completely unaware that the two savages understood everything they were saying.

"What should I call you? Even my brother only knows you as the brother of the Khal." She asked as she wiped her tears from her eyes.

"We'll talk about that later, for now, we have a marriage to consummate," No matter how interested I was in having sex with Daenerys this wasn't the Daenerys I yearned for all those years ago. Right now she's so fragile breaking her mind would be simple, I would make her better than ever. She would be the Queen by my side, but that would take time. For now, I would have to deal with her at her worst.

Daenerys froze as she looked into my eyes. I was sure she had told herself over and over again that she was capable of getting through this. No one else would comfort her in her time of need. Yet actually committing the act took a different kind of strength. Had it been any other Dothraki they would have taken her without consideration for her feelings.

"You're nervous." Moving forward I tilted her chin upwards allowing her to look into my eyes. "I'll be gentle."

I didn't wait for her to reply picking her up I laid her on the wide plethora of pillows. Pillows that would no doubt be stained by the end of the night. Daenerys didn't move as I laid her down. She was frozen with no idea what to do.

(3rd Person Pov)

Aegon's hand drifted up to her dress. He started slowly by gripping her breast. They were even smaller than Kyra's but he didn't mind both he and Daenerys still had room to grow. Looking at her face he could still her fear. He made a choice. He placed a kiss on her lips, completely surprising her. He didn't stop, he continued kissing her until she finally worked up the courage to return it.

A small smile appeared on his face, as they continued kissing. Grabbing Daenerys by the waist he placed her atop of him. His hands drifted down to her bosom as he began to squeeze and mold her ass cheeks. At first, Daenerys seemed shocked but soon she became more and more into the kissing.

Aegon was aware that most men let alone the Dothraki would simply insert their cocks into their women. He refused to be someone like that even, seeing that Daenerys was wet he gently placed a finger inside of her pussy. Once again she froze with no idea what to do, Aegon didn't wait long before inserting the second finger. He slowly began to finger her going slowly at first before picking up speed.

He took his time pleasuring her pussy, Daenerys seemed like clay in his hand, she had long since given up complete control to him. Placing a kiss on her lips he placed his cock at the entrance to her cunt. He continued kissing her doing his best to distract her as he did that he slowly inserted his cock into her pussy. He continued kissing her ignoring the look of pain that filled her face.

Just like before he started off slowly, doing his best to focus on Daenerys instead of his own pleasure. He'd manipulate and take advantage of women but he'd never force them into anything sexually. That was where he drew the line, even amongst people who took part in such things regularly he'd never join them.

Slowly the pain on Daenerys' face seemed to fade, as small moans began to leave her mouth Aegon began to pick up speed gradually. Her moans grew louder as time passed and before long she experienced her first climax. Aegon smirked as he watched her, she had climaxed which meant his job was done. Gripping her waist he began to pump his cock into her dripping wet cunt. There was no longer a reason to hold back, Daenerys who had just experienced pure pleasure was experiencing it all over again.

Aegon pulled out his cock allowing his semen to fall onto the back of Daenerys. He was aware that now wasn't the time for kids, so he avoided releasing inside at all cost. Grabbing a cloth he helped Daenerys wipe her back before resting his head on a pillow.