The Proud Older Brother

Next Morning

(Aegon)

The wedding for Daenerys was a selling of her entire being. To think that Viserys would see his own sister for an army. It truly disgusted me, Daenerys was strong that much was obvious. How many women would kill themselves to avoid such a fate, she was different. Looking down at her sleeping I knew she was in pain. If the tears that silently fell from her eyes were anything to go by. Sadly she wouldn't be able to rest long, this wasn't Westeros where the women were able to ride in carriages. She would be forced to ride alongside the rest of the Dothraki.

Turning around I exited my tent, Kyra stood there and it hadn't been long since she had arrived. She stared forwards as vigilant as always but I could tell she had already noticed me.

"How are you?" She seemed to pause at the question before turning to me.

"I'm fine my prince," I truly hoped she didn't believe she'd be able to go back to the way things once were. We had crossed a line and there was no going back. I could only help make her see that.

"You're no longer sore?" She had rested all of yesterday in her own tent. It was odd to see the strong and valiant Kyra so weak.

"I'm fine." She answered again.

"Good that means you can watch Daenerys. She isn't as strong-willed as you, so I'm sure the pain will last longer. Watch over her, protect her as you would protect me." She wanted to speak but ultimately she said nothing. Most would wonder why I had assigned my most trusted guard and mistress to guard my newlywed wife. The answer was simply both Daenerys and Kyra would be by my side for the foreseeable future. It would be best if they had something of a friendship. Not to mention I had no need for Kyra's protection, her time would be better spent protecting Daenerys.

I didn't wish for Kyra to protect her forever, Daenerys would need to learn to protect herself. I'd bring that up with both of them later on for now it would be nice if they both just got to know each other.

I ignored the looks the Dothraki people were currently giving me, they were proud of me which was odd. Growing up amongst these people I was sure they would never consider me one of their own and yet over the years, they had somehow managed to accept me with full arms.

Entering Drogo's tent I found him whispering into the ear of a resting Nethimi. He seemed to notice me the moment he entered as a proud grin appeared on his face.

"How are you Nethimi?" with her size I knew it wouldn't be long before she gave birth.

"Ready to have this child," She chuckled as Drogo gave her a kiss on the head before standing.

"Come we have much to discuss," Drogo wrapped an arm around my shoulder pulling me outside of the tent.

"How was it?" He asked with a grin on his face.

Taking my time I tried to stop the smile from appearing on my face but I had just done the impossible. Marrying Daenerys Targaryen was something I'd never thought possible and yet here I was.

"Last night was pleasant."

"Yes and if the moans were anything to go by I'd say you weren't the only one that was pleased. I'm proud of you little brother, time has flown. It feels like just yesterday you were struggling to lift your Arakh and now you've gone and married." Drogo laughed heartily as he looked down at me.

"You're right, soon you'll have your first child and I'll begin preparing to take back what is rightfully mine."

"I'm sorry that I can't do more to help. It pains me to know that you'll soon be heading past the narrow sea."

"Not yet we still have one last Khalasar to take down before that, any news on their location?" The conversation had taken a quick turn but neither I nor Drogo seemed to mind. Taking down this last Khalasar would mean the union of the Dothraki under one Khalasar making Drogo the Stallion that mounts the world. It was the only thing standing before me and my departure from the Dothraki.

"They've been in hiding for the past year but I have a feeling they'll appear soon. We begin our journey today, Nethimi will give birth soon and I'd like for it to take place within the sacred city."

Giving Drogo a nod I made my way back to the tent. Daenerys no longer laid bare amongst the pillows a sheet wrapped around her body as she peered outside of the tent.

"You're back," She said upon seeing me, she took her time and each step caused a bit of pain to show on her beautiful face. The ride would not be easy, but the Daenerys I knew would power through. Her own pride and courage would allow her to not only survive the journey but thrive because of it. I wasn't interested in having a weak woman for a wife, she should be able to defend herself. That way if anything truly does happen she won't wait for me to save her instead she'll save herself. Grabbing her by the waist I carried her within the tent gently placing her down. But for now, none of that mattered, tomorrow, whether she was weak or not, would be tested.

"Kyra join me please," Daenerys seemed to raise an eyebrow upon hearing the name and soon Kyra entered the tent with a skeptical look on her face. The Dothraki clothes she wore didn't take away from her beauty. The black leather pants caused her ass to appear plump and round and the small brown shirt left her stomach to the eyes of the public.

"Daenerys allow me to introduce you to one of my dearest friends, Kyra Sand," Daenerys looked at Kyra with a curious glint in her eyes.

"She's from Westeros?"