Viserys Targaryen had never been a smart man. He had never been patient either. Instead he was rash and stubborn, qualities that no doubt will lead him to doom. And apparently they had. He would admit himself a fool. Especially since he had found himself now being held down by two Dothrakians while Drogo Khal boiled gold into a pot.

He screamed and begged them to stop. He watched as the gold slowly melted. The worst part about it was the wait. He waited while it dissolved knowing that it would be poured over him. Who would have thought that the Dothrakian brute could come up with such an ironic death?

Visery looked into his sister eyes for help. He saw a stone wall looking back at her. She blue eyes hated him. He had just threatened to kill her unborn baby. He looked around again. Everyone was watching him, except Drogo. He was staring at the melting gold.

Looking at his sister one more time he cried out. "Please Daenerys, I am your brother."

That wall came crumbling down. Just when Drogo was about to pour the gold she placed her delicate hand over his shoulder. He stopped and looked at her. She said softly in Dothrakian word something the prince couldn't understand. He had never bothered to learn their language, thinking they were beneath him. He hadn't expected to be around them enough to need to communicate. They were supposed to take an army across the Narrow Sea and take back the iron thrown from that pig Robbert. He had waited months and still Drogo hadn't come through with his promises.

He didn't know what his sister had said to the bear of a man but it seemed to calm him. Putting the pot of gold down he grabbed Viserys chin between his pointer finger and thumb. He turned his head to the side, than up.

The bigger man smiled cruelly at him. That smile shook the blond to the core.

The Dothrakian leader ordered something to the bed. They dragged him away from the party and out the tent. He didn't dare fight in fear the Khal might change his mind. Then again who knows if he decided to give him an even more painful death? But what could be more painful than having boiling gold dumped over your head?

He was taken to a tent he did not recognize. This tent was filled with women. They were Dothrakian women, each one was barely where clothes. The men tied him to a wooden post. They laughed at him before leaving.

He stayed there for several minutes waiting to see if the man would come back. When none did he sighed in relief. With him sitting on the ground with his arms tied firmly behind him he really couldn't do much. The blond pulled at his binding but the post was very strong.

Giving up he looked around. There were about twenty different girls. They were beautiful, much prettier than the other females he had seen around the camp. Not only where they pretty, but they well taken care of. Their hair was comb and not one speck of dirt covered their bodies. Yes they wore very little but their clothes were clean and looked to be made from high stander fabric.

Why would the Dothrakian leader put him in such a heavenly place, surrounded by so many beautiful women?

"Hey, do one of you speak my tongue?" He asked out loud. There was a long silence before one of them stepped forward. He couldn't help but notice how they looked at him strangely, like they were confused to see him there.

"I do" one stepped forward. Her hair was long and dark and her skin was a light tan similar to most Dothrakians. "I am called Shalla."

"I am Viserys Targaryen head of the Targaryen dynasty and the second son and heir of King Aerys II Targaryen, the former ruler of the Seven Kingdoms." He announced. It was nice to say his title again. "People know me as the Dragon Prince." He said proudly.

"Never heard of you." She said plainly.

That was a slap to his pride. "Well of course a foolish un educated girl like you wouldn't know me." He spat.

The women narrowed her eyes. "I am quiet educated. I just do not announce my title to everyone. I am princes Shalla, daughter of the golden king and former wife to the mighty Blood Giant. I was till Drogo Khal killed my husband and father and destroyed my home." The girl pointed to the others. "That is queen Thaana, from the Serpentine nation. Drogo also stole her away after destroying her lands. She is Embela, a noble women from the West River. Most of the women here are from high families. But we all have something in common. Drogo Khal has conquered and ravished our land. He had stolen us all away to be part of his harem."

"Wait you are all in his harem. I thought he only fucked my sister."

"Princes Daenerys is your sister?"

He nobbed

"She is very kind. She's the one who managed to get Drogo to give us clothes."

"So she does know." He chuckled.

"So you are the spoils that brute takes every time he conquers a city, I guess he only picks the best.

Shalla knobbed. "He only takes the most beautiful women."

"So why am I here than?"

"Well he's never taken a man in here but if I had to guess I say he just added you to the harem."