Chapter 1: I Do Not Pn to Die

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  “You’re no king,” Khal Drogo decred itural on Tongue Daenerys had taught him, his voice eg through the hall. “Your pce is on the ground.”

  Hundreds of Dothraki voices erupted in wild ughter, a deafening roar that swallowed the hall whole. Ser Jorah stood beside Viserys, shouting fiercely into his ear, but the cmor was so immehat Dany couldn’t make out a single word. Viserys yelled back, pushing against Jorah until the knight shoved him, knog him to the ground in one swift motion.

  Viserys drew his sword. The bare steel gleamed a vicious red, catg the firelight from the pits. “Keep away from me!” he spat, eyes darting like a ered animal.

  Ser Jorah took a measured step back, and Viserys, wobbling, mao stagger to his feet, brandishing the sword over his head like a battle standard. The borrowed bde from Magister Illyrio looked almost absurd in his hands, a mockery of the king he fancied himself to be.

  The Dothraki shrieked and cursed at him from all sides, their voices ced with venom and disdain. Da a strangled cry tear its way from her throat, her heart rag. She knew, even if Viserys didn’t, that drawing a sword here was a death sentence.

  Her cry caught his attention. His head whipped around, and he finally saw her. “There she is,” he sneered, his gaze narrowing as he staggered toward her, slig at the air as though parting a sea of enemies. No one moved to stop him.

  “The bde . . . you must not,” she begged him. “Please, Viserys. It is forbidden. Put down the sword and e share my cushions. There’s drink, food . . . is it the dragon’s eggs you want? You have them, only throw away the sword.”

  “Do as she tells you, fool,” Ser Jorah shouted, “before you get us all killed.”

  Viserys only ughed, a broken sound that teetered between madness and despair. “They ’t kill us. They ’t shed blood here in the sacred city . . . but I .” What he meant by that was soon clear as he id the point of his sword between Daenerys’s breasts and slid it downward over the curve of her belly. “I want what I came for,” he told her as her breathing stopped.

  “Viserys… take the bde away.”

  “I want the he promised me. He bought you, but he never paid for you. Tell him I want what I bargained for, or I’m taking you back. You and the eggs both. He keep his bloody foal. I’ll cut the bastard out and leave it for him.”

  The sword pricked through the thin silk at her navel. She could see the tears in his eyes, hear the sob that caught in his throat, mingling with a hollow, hysterical ugh. This man, her brother, or what was left of him.

  Somewhere behind her, Jhiqui was sobbing, pleading in Dothraki, her words a desperate murmur. Dany ed an arm around her, drawing the girl close. “Don’t be afraid,” she murmured. “I shall tell him.”

  She gathered what words she could, her toumbling over the unfamiliar sylbles. But when Khal Drogo’s eyes met hers, she knew he uood. He stood from the high bench, a t shadow outlined by firelight.

  Viserys recoiled, his face paling as the silence deepehe only sound in the hall was the soft chiming of the bells in Drogo’s braid with each step he took. His bloodriders fnked him, copper shadows of death. Da an icy calm settle over her as she met her braze.

  “He says you’ll have a ,” she told him, her voice steady. “A splendid golden that men shall tremble to behold.”

  Viswrys grinned, but it stopped midway. In that moment, something shifted in Viserys’ eyes. It seemed like magic to Dany’s eyes, holy the ge occurred. The drunken haze lifted from his eyes, and for an instant, he seemed lucid, awake with wide eyes—as if for the first time in his life.

  What’s going on with him? Daenerys asked herself, her breathing hitched as the sword did not pull back from her belly.

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  My memories returned in the blink of an eye.

  What the FUCK is going on?! I screamed in my head, my hand trembling on the hilt of my sword. This- this situation. This is from Game of Thrones, isn’t it? What- who am I?

  My memories were clear in my head. Memories carrying the identity of two people. It had been more than two decades since I’d been born here, but for the first time ever, I felt awake. After hearing that single line, ‘a splendid golden that men shall tremble to behold,’ my existence seemed to have awakened.

  My true memories, not those of Viserys Targaryen—a fug TV Character—but the ones I carried from Earth, stirred in my head. Was this a fever dream? It… it definitely didn’t feel like one. Everything was too real, my five senses, my mind, and the two sets of memories. It wasn’t a lucid dream that I had bee Viserys Targaryen. At least, it didn’t feel like one.

  “...Aren’t you going to pull the sword away, Viserys?”

  Meaning I was going to die. In a few minutes from now on, this bit front of me was going to see me die and do nothing about it. Shit, why am I calling her a bitch? She has all the right to kill Viserys after all he did. It seems living as Viserys for 22 years has created quite some problems in my character.

  Regardless, the matter of fact was that I was going to die.

  And I didn’t really want to.

  I just regained my sense of self after dying oh. No way I was going to die again. I had to figure something out. My ears heard the dramatic rush of my adrenaline as I decided on a dumb and risky. But pared to the only other option…

  “!” Khal Drogo had roared iV Show. “Here. A for a King!” And upehe pot over the head of the man that I had now bee.

  I didn’t want to die, and this was the only possible way away from the Dothraki.

  “...Dany, my dear,” I looked into the eyes of my sister, the future Queen ons, as I pushed my sword a bit. She was still a little girl, and I had to use her to escape. “Ese out of here, will you?”

  “What?” Daenerys souupefied as I grabbed her neck from behind and pushed her forward. The Dothraki shouted, but Khal Drogo raised a hand to stop them. He didn’t want to risk the sword that I still pressed against his yet-to-be-born son.

  This be done. I had to be careful, but it ossible. I pushed her out, watg her struggle as she demanded in a sobbing voice why I was ag like this, but I didn’t stop. I pushed her out of the tent we were in, finding ourselves uhe open night sky.

  “Do not approach!” I shouted, looking around, my sword pointing at her belly. The Dothraki outside gasped as Khal Drogo and his goons walked out from the tent. I stopped myself from swallowing.

  I was surrounded by thousands of Dothraki here, and fire mps burned all around me as if threatening to melt my head. If I failed here, I’d totally be burnt like in the inal timeline.

  “Bring me a horse!” I demanded, “Bring me a horse, now!”

  “Calm down, Prince. I’ll bring you a horse,” Ser Jorah said, turning on his heel and walking away. I ted my breaths, surrounded by Dothrakis who seemed to circle around me. Khal Drogo growled. “Stay away from us,” I said, and a trickle of blood dripped from Daenerys’ belly. “I see what you’re trying to do, and I hate it. Move!”

  Khal Drogo raised a hand, and the crowd dispersed, growing distant from us. As the crowd lessened, my eyes caught something that was hidden behind them all this time. There was a stoar, and three rge and scaly eggs rested above it, resting uhe fire mp right above.

  The dragon eggs, I walked over with Daenerys by my side as I approached the eggs. As I closed the distance, a hologram-like text floated above it. I blinked. What’s that?

  [Collect] [Collect] [Collect]

  That looks oddly familiar, I had a feeling what that was. I reached out the hand that was holding Daenerys’ neck, and touched one of the eggs.

  Immediately, an arrow came flying!

  It passed right through where my hand was a few seds ago, for the egg had blinked into thin air, and my hand had fallen down. If not for that, my hand would have been ripped apart, and the Dothraki would have jumped me immediately.

  “Who the hell fired that?!” I quickly grabbed Daenerys’ neck again, my sword poking her in the chest. Blood trickled down, painting the fabrics over her belly red. “Drogo, kill that fucker who fired that arrow! Otherwise, I’ll kill your baby!”

  Drogo growled, and his head so the side. Hidden behind a crowd, there was a Dothraki man who held an arrow. He panicked as Drogo’s eyes locked onto him. Drogo looked to the men beside him and hey moved, on at hand, as the bdes cut the throat of the archer swiftly.

  That should hold back others from firing for a bit, even if little, I breathed in. I wahe other twon eggs too. But… I didn’t want to risk it again and y life. I didn’t even know where the egg was right now. Some kind of [Iory]?

  “I have the horse,” Ser Jorah returhe sound of hooves hitting the ground as a strong, muscur white horse walked behind him. I breathed in.

  “Help me lead the horse out of the vilge, Ser Jorah. Through the western gate,” I said and snapped my head toward Khal Drogo. “Order all your Dothraki to move to the east. And they better stay there until I’m goherwise, you guys will lose your Khal!” I poked my g sister’s belly again, watg the Dothraki growl in anger all around me.

  Khal Drogo cpped his hand, shouting something in his nguage. All the Dothraki moved, fog on one side of the vilge. I scoffed, “Hah. I sehose hiding, Drogo. Tell them to e out too.”

  I looked deep into his eyes, and he cpped his hands again. Dozens of Dothraki moved from behis and headed to the east. They growled, shooting me gres of anger.

  Ser Jorah sighed and nodded. He led the horse toward the y part of the vilge, and I followed him with Daenerys in my grasp. I didn’t turn my back to the Dothraki. That’d be suicide. I walked backward, barely following Ser Jorah, as roached the western part of the vilge.

  “This is foolish, Prince,” Ser Jorah said once we were out e.

  “They were going to kill me, Ser,” I muttered. “I know they were. Why else do you think I became sober in a sed? I saw it… in… in the fire.” I iionally made it sound mystical. That way, Ser Jorah would assume I had gained some magic.

  “I am sorry, little Dany,” I told the g Targaryen Princess who was sobbing with her jaws ched. “But your stupid husband wants me dead.”

  “Because of something you did yourself!”

  “Shh, now, if you talk back so loudly I’ll have to knock your teeth out so that the spying Dothraki realize I haven’t grown soft in a minute,” I said, dragging her with me as we soon approached the western part.

  It was barren of any people, for all the Dothraki were a few minutes away from here. Still, riding a horse on my own from here would be suicide.

  “Get up, sister,” I took out the dagger that Ser Jorah carried on his thigh and pressed it on her belly. A sword would make it harder to climb the horse for me. She grumbled and mouhe horse, and I mounted after her, shouting back, “Don’t shoot any arrow! Because if my body falls, I’ll put my weight on my dagger as I die!”

  No arrows came flying.

  Ser Jorah sighed from the ground, “They’ll kill you for this.”

  “That’s if they ever find me, Ser,” I smiled at him and then pulled the lead rope. The horse neighed, and it bsted forward at a terrible speed.

  The night breeze rustled my hair as I kept shouting to warhraki about their arrows and about their bad decision if they chose to pursue me. My dagged remained pressed on my sister’s belly as the barre nd passed by us. Although I called it desert, it wasn’t a desert of sand, but grass. The great Dothraki Grass Sea.

  Hills passed, covered in tall grass, as did the few actual trees that marked the nd. All the while, adrenaline didn’t leave my body for a single sed.

  Seds turned into minutes, and minutes into hours. Until I slowed down beside an oasis, a little pond with se trees above it. letting out a breath. I withdrew my dagger and mounted off the horse. I patted Dany ohighs, motionio e down.

  She stared at me, her eyes dark. “Don’t give me that look, sister,” I shrugged, pulling her down. “I didn’t want to die. You stay here. The oasis has plenty of water to survive the few hours it’d take the Dothraki to arrive. And please, don’t tell them which dire I’ll be going if only to repay me for not kidnapping you and separating you from your dearest husband.”

  “You’re a bad man,” she stared at me and said. “You’re a taint on all brothers in the world.”

  I opened my mouth to say something, but before I could, something fshed before my eyes. It was the hologram of a text message floating smoothly over a fancy box. Like those of game windows.

  [Achievement Unlocked. You’ve survived your inal death, steering into a plotlihat never existed. The tutorial mission ‘Survive’ has been fulfilled.]

  [You’ve unlocked full access to ‘The Dragon System’.]

  “Ah…” I muttered, blinking at the sight as my lips widened a little. The windows vanished, and I looked at Daenerys. “It seems you’re wrong, my sister. I,” I looked deeply into her eyes, “am a dragon.”

  The night embraced me once more as I rode the horse faster than before, leaving behind Daenerys and the cursed Dothraki. Riding toward somewhere far from them both, for one didn’t have to be a genius to know that they all wanted me dead, and they’ll live by that desire if they ever met me again.

  Master4thWall

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  Master4thWall Note: ory, heya! I hope you liked the start. A lot more fast-paced thaart of my other stories. I'll post the chapter soon in a few hours, so leave some ents for some algorithm boost!!