Viserys was furious. No perhaps that was the wrong word for it… he was distraught. How could he not be? He had ridden with the filthy Dothraki since their departure from Pentos and his mood had considerably declined in that time. He was the dragon the true King of Westeros and on his excruciating journey he'd been insulted, deprived and insulted almost constantly. He could not believe the way these pieces of shit treated him and Khal Drogo was the worst. An army of 10,000 he had been promised for marrying his sister to the horse lord and what had he been given in return? Nothing. He had honoured his end of the bargain selling his sister to the barbarian and in return he had marched his army in the wrong direction. Despite this he could not simply march out of Vaes Dothrak. He had little supplies and nearly no water and he would not abandon his bargain. If he was to retake Westeros then he would need an army, he would need troops. He heard of the secret whispers and prayers for his return in Westeros but which of these prayers could be trusted? He did not know. He had no guarantee that if he returned now he would have an army awaiting him. He needed Khal Drogo's riders. He needed this army and Khal Drogo was yet to give it to him.

To top it all off was Daenerys his oh so detestable sister. Viserys could not tell what had happened to the frightened little girl he knew, who he had carted around the free cities helping them survive but she was gone. In her place was an insolent snob a Dothraki whore and primitive. He had seen the Dothraki rags she wore the way she would look at the massive form of Khal Drogo. It was sickening. Viserys had kept the same clothes on all the way from Pentos. Of course he had washed but the Dothraki had no clothes only rags. He refused to wear rags. He was the rightful King not some lowborn barbarian a fact his sister seemed to have forgotten.

Then there was Ser Jorah the backstabber. The knight had sworn allegiance to Viserys he had sworn allegiance to house Targaryen and all the knight had done was talk with his whore of a sister but Viserys knew why. His half-witted sister may not see the devilish glint behind the stern and loyal face but Viserys saw it. Viserys wasn't an idiot. Viserys had started to understand exactly why the Starks had thrown him out from Westeros now. Earlier Viserys had decided he was going to do it. He was going to run and no one was going to stop him. He would take his sisters eggs, the ones from her wedding, and he would sell them. One egg could buy him and army, another to buy him, as many ships as he could to transport the army and a third would guarantee all this was accomplishable. It had been only Ser Jorah who had stopped him. Viserys was many things but a swordfighter was not one of them. He couldn't use a sword if his life depended on it. So he had left them and stormed from the tent.

It was night now and the cries and cheers still continued to erupt from Khal Drogo's shack. It certainly wasn't a tent, it was too loud for that, and it certainly wasn't a hut, there were no solid walls, so Viserys concluded a shack would be a good calling for it.

Viserys looked down to his pale hand to see the sword there shining in the moonlight. Ser Jorah had been very strict when he made it clear that no blood could be spilled or would be spilled in Vaes Dothrak but Viserys was not a Dothraki. He didn't have to abide by their rules. Not to mention he was a king and a king who needed the debt to be paid. He sheathed it in case he required it. It was fair to say he was in a despicable mood as he barged into the shack and the noise tripled itself much to Viserys's annoyance. Perhaps it had been the wine he had found? He doubted it. The dragon could drink as much as it pleased and the dragon certainly did not get drunk. He brushed a hand over his face to clear it from the matted hair, which had once sparkled silver. He had not washed today but he didn't care. He noted how the roof was non-existent but didn't care as he stumbled into the room forcing balance to be maintained.

Eyes followed him and he smirked inside as their eyes all followed his sword at his waist. The music had stopped and Viserys wasn't sad to hear it die in the air.

"Where is my sister?" he shouted but his voice sounded slightly stirred, perhaps it was the wine? "I've come for her feast. How dare you presume to eat without me? No one eats before the king. Where is she? The whore can't hide from the dragon." He was aware most of them had no clue what he was saying but they all seemed to stiffen nevertheless.

He was furious as his eyes burned at the feeble Dothraki. Who did they think they were to eat before a king? He stopped by one of the three fire pits as he peered at the faces of the mongrels searching for his sister.

Suddenly Ser Jorah was at his side and he clenched Viserys's arm tightly.

"I think it is time to leave," he whispered but Viserys ignored the words as he pulled his arm away.

"Keep your hands off me! No one touches the dragon without leave." He snapped harshly. He heard laughter and spun around to spot Khal Drogo sitting on his little high chair. It was nothing compared to the Iron Throne.

"Khal Drogo," he feigned politeness, "I'm here for the feast." He pushed past Ser Jorah and made to sit by Drogo and the other two massive men beside him. Perhaps he could still resolve this politely. As he made to do so Drogo stood and spat a number of incomprehensible words at him before pointing towards the end of the shack. Viserys simply frowned.

"Khal Drogo says your place is not on the high bench," Jorah said calmly, "Khal Drogo says your place is there." Viserys glanced to where he pointed. It was at the back of the hall, in a corner by the wall, deep in shadow so other men would not need to look upon those who sat there. There sat the lowest of the low; raw unblooded boys, old men with clouded eyes and stiff joints, the dim-witted and the maimed. Far from the meat, and farther from honour. Viserys swivelled his head back to Drogo anger firing up in him like the dragon he was.

"That is no place for a king," he declared with a small shudder.

"Is place," Drogo answered, in the Common Tongue, "for Sorefoot King." He clapped his hands together. "A cart for Khal Rhaggat!" Viserys could feel his anger burning warmer and warmer inside of him. The barbarian had dared to insult the dragon? The Dothraki had burst out laughing and Ser Jorah was at his side.

"It would be best if you were to go now!" Jorah shouted loudly if he had not done Viserys would not have heard at all but Viserys was furious.

"I will not be going anywhere! I am the dragon! You do not even have the honour to look at me!" suddenly Jorah was upon him and Viserys was struggling to get the man off as the laughing continued. All of the laughs were at him each and every one. His army. Jorah knocked Viserys bodily to the floor and Viserys drew his sword in one swift movement. Suddenly the laughing was done. There was silence. His steel shone a fearful red in the glare from the firepits.

"Keep away from me!" he hissed vilely as he looked about him. Ser Jorah backed off a step and Viserys climbed unsteadily to his feet. Viserys was laughing on the inside. One moment they dared laugh at him and Khal Drogo dared to mock him but now he had awakened the dragon. They all had. He waved the sword over his head, the borrowed blade that Magister Illyrio had given him to show how loyal he was to a true king. Dothraki were shrieking at him from everywhere, screaming vile curses. Viserys cared not.

Suddenly he heard a wordless cry of terror and he turned and he saw her for the first time. Barbaric. She was a barbarians play thing now bringing disgrace down upon their families name and yet she sat there wide eyed purple still but devoid of all its queenly appearance.

"There she is," he said, smiling. He stalked towards her, slashing at the air to cut a path in case any may try to stop him. None did.

"The blade… you must not," she whimpered. "Please, Viserys. It is forbidden. Put down the sword and come share my cushions. There's drink, food… is it the dragon's eggs you want? You can have them, only throw away your sword." She sounded almost like the sister he remembered, almost like the Targaryen she was in blood but her rags told him otherwise.

"Do as she tells you, fool," Ser Jorah shouted, "before you get us all killed." Viserys glared at the knight. 'Get us all killed? No. It you don't care if you or I die… but you care for her…' he looked back at his sister her eyes seeming both pleading and disgusted as the shack remained in total silence and not a single person moved. There was not a sound apart from the crackling of the fires and the heavy breathing Viserys felt in his own chest. He could hold the unborn child at the sword then Khal Drogo would have to comply or have his unborn child killed and Viserys would do it. He had to do it if he was going to be king he need Khal Drogo's army and the barbarian did not seem to be lending him forces anytime soon. Viserys looked over to the Khal and saw the murderous glare he was giving Viserys but Viserys dared not flinch. He was the last dragon and what was this barbarian? My last hope. He couldn't let his sister go now he had drawn his sword in their sacred city. The moment they left the city Viserys would be killed. He had seen how barbaric these men were and he knew they would throw their honour aside in a millisecond.

He stood there for some time before his sword slowly dropped and sheathed itself. Viserys wanted to do it, oh how he wised to, but if he did it then he would be killed there was no second thought on that. Yet again as soon as he left camp he would be punished anyway and since he had no one loyal to him anymore no one was going to care.

The tension in the shack had been dispersed and he looked at the glaring Dothraki. He looked to his sister with a glare as she stared back suddenly all the fear gone and replaced with an iron glare of her own. The bitch. He considered drawing the sword again just to see how they would all come to fear him again when suddenly he was clasped on the shoulder and pulled back through the crowds, which parted with hateful eyes.

"Let go!" Viserys struggled trying to pull the strong hand on his shoulder away from him but unable to do so, "do you hear me? I am the dragon!" but it was no use. He was dragged from the roofless shack before being thrown to the ground.

Viserys looked up hatefully to see Ser Jorah standing there looking down on him. By what right did he stand there and glower? By what right did he touch the dragon? Viserys stood to return to the shack but the knight moved in the way.

"That's quite enough for tonight."

"You will move aside," Viserys, hissed his anger rekindling itself.

"I'm afraid I wont."

"Move or I'll-"

"You'll what?" the knight snapped harshly, "go back in there? If you put a toe in there they'll be killing you as soon as we leave Vaes Dothrak." Viserys could feel hi anger bubble.

"They wouldn't dare touch me. I am their king."

"Perhaps, but Dothraki do not serve kings. Dothraki serve Khal's and Khaleesi's." Viserys reached for his sword but Ser Jorah shook his head.

"Do not be a fool." Viserys could not stand it. He would not stand it. His sister, his army, his knight everything he had thought was his… he spat at the foot of Ser Jorah.

"Fine," he hissed, "but I won't be coming back. If Khal Drogo won't give me his army then I'll take back my throne without him. I don't need him. I don't need her. I don't need you," he spat and the knight arched an eyebrow.

"Then by all means. Go." Viserys turned and marched off through the city alone. He had no possessions other than the sword. He would've brought some wine if he had not already downed it all so he left. He would not be treated like a dog. He was a dragon. He was the last dragon and he would take back his throne.

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Author's Note;

Well, hope you liked it! I plan to do a lot on this fic as soon as possible but I cannot promise anything. Those who have read the books probably realized I used a lot of material from the book here but I think it worked. I decided to rate this M, firstly for what I plan to do in the fic and secondly for the language in places. Remember to review so I know what to possibly change. :)