DOA

Aegon's tent

Kyra rested silently just outside of the tent, Aegon had already told her it wasn't necessary but she didn't agree. Every now and then when she couldn't stomach the thought of sleep she would sit outside of Aegon's tent keeping watch. She had learned to find peace in her own company over the years of watching over Aegon. The sound of footsteps caused her to open her eyes just in time as a slave was about to touch her. Pulling out her sword, she raised it to the slaves neck with contempt in her eyes. It wasn't because he was a slave but because she believed he was trying to take her against her will.

"Forgive me Lady Kyra but Rabi has ordered me to inform you if I notice anything happening inside of the Khalasar." She had traveled alongside Aegon and Rabi for months. Rabi was a man that considered Aegon as a friend, even as a slave Aegon treated him no differently. It was the reason Aegon had given him such an important task. Every nation has a spy master whether that spy master is good at his job or not depends on the person. In all of Essos the best way to form a connection of spied all throughout the land would be to use slaves. That was Rabi's task.

"Speak," Kyra didn't lower her blade if the slave didn't report anything of interest she wouldn't mind slitting his throat.

"Khal Drogo has been attacked within his tent, and the Khaleesi is missing." The slave said with a hint of fear in his voice.

"I'll tell Aegon of your contributions, I'm sure Rabi will be pleased, now leave," Kyra ignored the pleasant smile that appeared upon the slave's face instead she turned around entering Aegon's tent.

Entering with steady footsteps she looked at the sleeping couple, Daenerys rested on the chest of Aegon as he held her closely.

"Aegon," Kyra kneeled down whispering into the ear of Aegon. Seeing no response she reached her hand out gripping his shoulder.

"Aegon," She spoke again this time while shaking his shoulder.

Aegon

Small but calloused hands gripped my shoulder as a sweet voice whispered my name into my ears. I could still feel Dany asleep atop of me which meant it had to be Kyra.

"What is it Kyra?" I asked with my eyes still closed hoping it was nothing important. But now that I think about why would she awaken me if it wasn't?

"Your brother has been attacked in his tent and the Khaleesi is missing."

That was all the information I needed as I gently laid Daenerys to the side. This was something I hadn't expected to happen. I mean with Khal Drogo no longer having a chance to die by a simple wound I don't know how I expected him to die. To say I wasn't worried would be a lie, we had gone through far too many things together. Exiting my tent I made my way through the hoard of tents blocking my tent and Drogo's.

No one had entered his tent, a dagger not too far from the entrance drew my attention. A crowd of Dothraki stood not too far from the entrance no doubt awaiting the news of Drogo's health. I guess I would have to be the one to find out if he was alive or not whoever had delivered the news had obviously only peeked his head inside and ran away. Maybe it would have been easier if he had just found out whether Drogo was alive or not.

Looking through the crowd I noticed two people I hadn't expected to see so late at night. Jorah and Viserys, a stoic look could be seen on Jorah's face while Viserys was no doubt panicking right now.

"If Khal Drogo dies do you think his brother will still uphold their end of the deal?"

"I don't know my king, the dothraki aren't exactly known for their honon."

"Make sure no one enters behind me, no one." I turned around making sure Kyra understood the order. If my brother was dead I didn't need Viserys getting ahead of himself. It wouldn't take much for him to switch sides if he learned of Drogo's death to another Khalasar he would no doubt try and sell Daenerys again. Chasing down a psychotic idiotic wasn't something I was interested in.

Entering the tent I immediately spotted the bodies, blood dripped from the forehead of both Drogo and the person closest to me. A sword pierced the chest of the first dead body. Looking to Drogo besides the blood on his forehead he looked perfectly fine. The signs of movement coming from his chest only added to my theory, looking to the body farthest from me I could only imagine how things had gone down.

Taking these two out should have been nothing to Drogo so why was he currently passed out unconscious? Walking forward I noticed the cup of lying not too far from where Drogo and Nethimi would usually rest. Picking up the cup I took a whiff of it Immediately realizing it was pepper beer. Once again I couldn't understand how Drogo had learned to love such a horrible concoction. Maybe he was doing it out of some kind of misguided love for his father. Looking inside the cup I noticed a color that wasn't usually inside of a cup of pepper beer. Violet.