#butlikeimagines

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Daenerys was practically your sister.

Though you'd started as simply one of the girls Viserys brought with him, you quickly became the girl that looked after Dany. You loved her with all of your heart. She was so young, and her asshole of a brother was marrying her off to some Dothraki warlord.

“Y/N?” Dany asked, violet eyes catching yours in the gold-framed mirror. You were pulled from your thoughts as you brushed her long, white hair. You were running through the things the Dothraki translator had taught you. For some reason, you were gifted with an extraordinary ability to pick up on languages quickly. You were to go with Dany and help her learn the culture, the terms, the common idioms.

“Hmm?” You questioned. Though she was only a few years younger than you, you often felt a motherly affection towards her. You began to twist the hair at the crown of her head, pulling it together at the back.

“Do you still get scared?” Your eyebrows knitted together in the middle as you thought about her question.

“Of course I do.” Came your answer. “Everybody gets scared, Daenerys.”

“Viserys says that he's never afraid.” She brushed a stray hair out of her face and you playfully swatted her hand away.

“Viserys is a liar.” You said, meaning it despite your whisper (he could be anywhere, could hear you if you weren't careful). “Even your brother gets scared.”

“How dare you shame the name of the Great Dragon?” But when you looked over at him, Viserys was smiling, clearly joking. He possessively wrapped an arm around you, pulling you to him and looking at Dany in the mirror. “Of course I’m afraid sometimes, dear sister, but the trick is never to let your enemies see it.”

“I don’t have any enemies.” Dany said quietly. You smiled at her. She was so young, so innocent. The ordeal he was putting her through was absolutely unfair.

“The Khal is our enemy.” Viserys responded, reaching out for her. You took a protective step towards her, playing it off as though you were fixing her hair for the fifteenth time. He side-eyed you, but made no move to reprimand you. He wouldn’t dare.

“Then why am I marrying him?” Dany’s voice was small, scared of the answer. Viserys offered a laugh in response. When you glared at him, he cleared his throat.

“You are marrying him, sister dear, because that is how we will take back the Iron Throne.” he answered. “Our throne. Our birthright.” You rolled your eyes.

Viseys constantly talked about his right to the throne. He never asked you, but if he did, you would have told him the truth: it no longer belonged to him. As with any throne, if you are conquered, you lose it. The Mad King was conquered, and the throne belonged to the Baratheons now.

You were pretty sure the older Targaryen had a tendency to forget he no longer possessed a proper army. Even with the entire Khalasar, he would have no chance. You wondered sometimes if he knew that, and was just sending his sister to the slaughter for the hell of it.

Daenerys never responded to his statement, so he gave up and walked outside. However, he returned a moment later, a wide smile on his face.

“He’s here! The Khal is here!” He was practically singing and only the terrified look on Dany’s face kept you from laughing and making a comment about it. She turned and looked up at you. You attempted to give her the most reassuring look you could muster as she wrapped her arms around your waist, hugging you tight. “Come, Dany. Musn’t leave your future husband waiting. That’s just bad manners.” Dany shot up to a standing position so quickly that you jumped a bit.

“Sorry!” she apologized instantly. You chewed on the inside of your cheek. She would never survive the Dothraki.

When she was standing, Daenerys was surprisingly close to your height. Her eyes could meet yours if she stood on her toes. You knew that those few inches could make all the difference with her future husband.

“DAENERYS!” Viserys was already outside and performing his special talent, yelling at his sister. You wrapped your arm gently around hers.

“Let’s not keep him waiting any longer.” You said. She nodded and pushed her shoulders back, trying to seem older and taller. The gown she wore was beautiful and looked amazing with her light skin, but she still looked too young to you. Too young to be getting married, too young to lose what innocence she had left, too young to be forced into this life.

When you got outside, there were seven men on horses in front of Viserys and the small group of his advisors that had survived up until now. You could instantly tell that the largest one, the one with the longest braid, the one in the middle, was the Khal.

“Khal Drogo wants to know where his wife is.” one of the Dothraki said. You whispered the translation to Viserys. The Khal glared at him, as though this wasn’t at all what he wanted him to say. Dany swallowed next to you and Viserys laughed awkwardly, pulling her forward.

“Here she is!” Viserys grinned, waiting for any sign of approval as the Dothraki translated for the Khal. Khal Drogo made a face, as though he did not approve. You could practically feel the panic radiating off of Viserys.

“She is so young.” The Khal muttered. The Dothraki men around him looked at him incredulously, as though they couldn’t believe any woman could be too young. He simply shrugged. He was the Khal after all. Viserys looked at you expectantly, waiting to know what he’d said. You told him, and he frowned, clearly trying to think of a way he could keep the deal with the Dothraki for his crown.

“What about me?” You stepped forward before you could stop yourself. One of the Dothraki men pulled on his horse’s reins, moving to come towards you.

“How dare you address the Khal without-” He was cut off when Khal Drogo held up a hand to silence him. The man instantly backed away as the Khal jumped down from his horse and came to stand in front of you. 

He towered over you by at least half of a foot, probably more. You swallowed, but did not back off, keeping your eyes on his dark ones.

“You speak the Dothraki language well.” He said. That wasn’t at all what you were expecting, and you chuckled nervously.

“Thank you, Khal.” You told him. He seemed amused by how nervous you were.

“Who taught you?” You looked in the direction of the translator that stood by Viserys.

“You sent a translator two days ahead.” You hoped it didn’t sound rude for you to be pointing out the obvious. He raised a thick eyebrow.

“You learned our entire language in two days?” He asked, shocked; impressed, almost. You felt a small amount of pride that you could surprise the great Khal Drogo.

“Most of it.” You shrugged. He then smiled one of the biggest, realest smiles you had ever seen on a human’s face. He laughed a laugh so deep in his chest that you were sure it shook the ground beneath your feet.

“I like you. You have spirit.” You found yourself blushing. “You would sacrifice yourself for this girl?” He asked, gesturing to Daenerys. You turned and met her eyes before nodding.

“She is my family.” you confirmed. “I would do anything for her.” He was silent for a moment, but then nodded once as if to approve of this statement. You closed your eyes, relieved that he accepted the deal. If you’d had to watch Dany ride off with him, you didn’t know what you would do.

“Wait!” Viserys came running up, hand latching onto your wrist roughly. You let out a sound of surprise and the Khal took an almost protective step towards you. You tried to convey with your eyes that you had it covered and he nodded gently. You turned to Viserys and yanked your arm from his grasp.

“Do not act as though you care for me.” You told him. He opened his mouth to respond, but you cut him off. “I am simply convenient for you.”

“This was not the deal!” He yelled, both at you and the Khal who growled something in response in Dothraki. Viserys looked to you expectantly.

“He said not to worry; that you will still get your crown.” You could see the Khal watching you out of the corner of your eyes, his dark eyes on your mouth as you translated the foreign words into ones that Viserys could understand. The older Targaryen rolled his shoulder back and huffed.

“Very well then.” And, with that, he walked away. Daenerys quickly took his place, colliding with you in a crushing hug. It was clear she had been able to pick up on what had been decided.

“What am I to do without you?” she asked. You laughed, brushing her hair back.

“Sweet Daenerys. You won’t be without me.” Her light eyebrows raised in confusion and you put your hands on her shoulders. “You’ll be by my side the whole time. You’ll be my most trusted advisor, my sister.”

Even if that wasn’t in Viserys’s plan, you would never leave her alone.

“Really?” She asked, violet eyes sparkling with a newfound hope. You nodded.

“Of course.” You hugged her again, tighter this time. “Now, I must ride ahead with the Khal. I will see you soon, okay?”

“Okay.” There was worry in her voice as she glanced at the Khal over your shoulder. You could only assume he was watching the two of you closely.

With that, you turned on your heel and made your way back to the Dothraki men.

“Are you ready?” Khal Drogo asked, already on his horse. You nodded and he reached a hand down for you. When you took it, he pulled you up onto the front of his horse, arms on either side of you to hold the reigns. “Then let us begin our journey.”

It took everything in you to remember you were doing this for Daenerys. You had to do this for her.

You had to.

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