For weeks now, all that Daenerys had heard about the man she was marrying and the people that would become her people was how savage they were. Bloodthirsty barbarians, Viserys would spit, making it so clear how little he thought of them, how much he despised them, and yet he was giving her to them. His little sister, his only living family, he was giving her away as if she meant nothing to him. There was no affection and warmth between them, that was true, and he was always so angry, but she still would have thought...she was his only family...
Yet when the time had come, she had gotten married. She had sat by the fire next to her new husband, feeling out of place, sick to her stomach and frightened to the core, wearing a thin silk dress that only made her feel more vulnerable and exposed. Only when her husband had presented her with a stunning mare the color of white morning mists had she felt the weight around her heart lighten the slightest; no one had ever given her something so beautiful and so magical before...
That did not keep her heart from quailing when the time came for her husband to take her to bed. Her brother's threats and warnings rang in her head, Please him, sister. You don't want to wake the dragon, do you?
No, she didn't. She didn't want to incur her brother's anger. She didn't want to anger her husband. She had never wanted any of this, she just wanted to go home...
I am a dragon, she reminded herself. A dragon must be brave. I can be brave. I am brave. I am the blood of the dragon, the dragon does not quake in fear. A dragon is brave. I am the blood of the dragon...
She chanted this rhetoric to herself as she wrapped her arms tightly around herself and fought not to shake, as her husband lifted her chin and peered down at her from his intimidating height. "I--you haven't," she managed to reply, her face coloring with embarrassment and shame. Her fear was rooted in her brother's words and warnings; he'd done nothing to earn it, yet she could not shake it.
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Date: 2012-11-15 12:54 am (UTC)Yet when the time had come, she had gotten married. She had sat by the fire next to her new husband, feeling out of place, sick to her stomach and frightened to the core, wearing a thin silk dress that only made her feel more vulnerable and exposed. Only when her husband had presented her with a stunning mare the color of white morning mists had she felt the weight around her heart lighten the slightest; no one had ever given her something so beautiful and so magical before...
That did not keep her heart from quailing when the time came for her husband to take her to bed. Her brother's threats and warnings rang in her head, Please him, sister. You don't want to wake the dragon, do you?
No, she didn't. She didn't want to incur her brother's anger. She didn't want to anger her husband. She had never wanted any of this, she just wanted to go home...
I am a dragon, she reminded herself. A dragon must be brave. I can be brave. I am brave. I am the blood of the dragon, the dragon does not quake in fear. A dragon is brave. I am the blood of the dragon...
She chanted this rhetoric to herself as she wrapped her arms tightly around herself and fought not to shake, as her husband lifted her chin and peered down at her from his intimidating height. "I--you haven't," she managed to reply, her face coloring with embarrassment and shame. Her fear was rooted in her brother's words and warnings; he'd done nothing to earn it, yet she could not shake it.