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"What is going on here?!" Viserys shouted, looking around furiously.
The Dothraki stepped aside to let his sister pass, with respect... or fear.
She shouldn't have been there. She should have been taken by Khal Drogo, like a stallion mounts a mare. Not walking as if she were a queen, surrounded by barbarians who made way for her.
He walked quickly toward her, his hand resting on the hilt of the sword hanging from his waist.
Satoru knew he had never used that sword. And that, if he tried, he would probably end up hurting himself due to his lack of skill.
When Viserys was close to Daenerys, who looked at him without a trace of fear, his face twisted with rage.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?! Go to Khal Drogo at once and make him happy! I need him to fulfill his part of the deal! I need that army to go home!"
Upon hearing this, Satoru stepped in silently.
And then it happened.
Viserys fell backward, stumbling in shock, as two dogs—one with white fur, the other black—emerged from Daenerys's shadow as if they had always been there.
They stared at him silently, tense, ready to tear him apart if he took one more step.
Daenerys looked at them, surprised. Then her gaze shifted to her husband.
"They are my Divine Dogs," Satoru said calmly. "And for now, they will also be your protectors."
He had hidden them in Daenerys's shadow even before killing Drogo, for her safety.
"They will look after you when I'm not around," he added, though deep down he didn't believe he'd be apart from her for long.
"Y-you… you're a warlock from Asshai…" Viserys stammered, stepping back, intimidated by the dogs' piercing stare.
Both had lain at Daenerys's feet, like her guardians.
She knelt and gently stroked their heads, not taking her eyes off her brother.
"Satoru, my brother poses no threat. He has no power here," Daenerys said calmly.
Though he had dragged her into that situation, Daenerys couldn't help but feel compassion for her brother.
After all, they shared the same blood.
The blood of the dragon.
Satoru, of course, already knew.
From the first day, the Dothraki had looked at Viserys with disdain, mockery, and scorn. To them, respect is not inherited: it is earned with strength, courage, and skill in combat.
And Viserys had none of that.
He was physically weak. He talked a lot and did nothing. They mockingly called him "the king who does not ride," one of the worst humiliations possible in their culture.
He demanded respect for his lineage, for his surname, but had never done anything to deserve it. In their world, noble or royal blood meant nothing without strength.
He often threw childish tantrums, barked orders as if he had authority… and no one took him seriously.
But perhaps what condemned him the most in the eyes of the Dothraki was his attitude. His way of dressing, speaking, moving. They considered him effeminate, and in their culture, that made him a constant object of ridicule.
Viserys didn't know it, or refused to accept it. But he was no longer a prince. He was no dragon. To the Dothraki… he was nothing more than a spoiled child playing king.
"I'm not a warlock," Satoru replied lazily, not even bothering to look at him.
Then he turned to Daenerys with a slight smile.
"I think you should handle this situation, Dany."
She stopped petting the dogs and stood. Her eyes, now firm, locked onto her brother's. She smiled calmly… but without compassion.
"Where is Drogo?" demanded Viserys, looking around frantically. "Find Khal Drogo now and tell him to discipline his wife or I will!"
His eyes landed on Ser Jorah Mormont, the exile from Bear Island.
"Ser Jorah!" he commanded firmly. "Find and bring Khal Drogo to me, right now."
Jorah, who had witnessed what happened to Drogo and his Bloodriders, didn't even take a step. Jorah's indifference only fueled Viserys's rage.
"I gave you an order, Ser Jorah! Move! Obey your king!"
Seeing no one obey him, Viserys turned to his sister with a warning:
"Don't wake the dragon, Dany! You don't want to make me angry, I assure you."
Daenerys looked at him with cold determination.
"It's over, brother. I am not your possession. I am not your path to the throne. And you…" she leaned slightly forward, her violet eyes locked onto his lilac ones, "...you are no dragon."
"I am!" Viserys shouted, furious. "I'm the last dragon! I am the rightful king!" he screamed, pointing at her angrily.
Daenerys smiled with contempt.
"You are only the Beggar King… not any other kind of King."
"Shut up!" Viserys screamed, his eyes wide. "I'm the rightful heir! The Iron Throne is mine by right!"
"You'd be nothing without me!" he spat, approaching her in rage. "I saved you, I protected you! You owe me everything, Daenerys!"
Daenerys replied with a bitter smile that didn't reach her eyes.
"Saved me?" she repeated. "You call selling me like cattle 'saving' me?"
She stepped toward him with a slow, confident pace, the divine dogs walking at her feet.
"You didn't protect me, Viserys. You caged me. You humiliated me. You made me afraid to breathe without your permission."
She circled him like a predator, her gaze fixed and cold.
"From this day on, you have no authority over me. Not as a brother, not as a king. If you keep raising your voice at me, I will not respond with words."
Daenerys locked eyes with Viserys, resolute.
"Hear me well, brother. Do not stand in my way. With my husband, Satoru, I will go to King's Landing. I will take the city, claim the Seven Kingdoms, and sit on the Iron Throne, where I always belonged."
She turned her gaze toward Satoru, giving a slight, knowing smile.
"And above all, I never want to see you again in my life."
She turned to the Dothraki, frowning with authority.
"Get him out of my sight. Give him a horse and let him leave. No one is to accompany him. Let the gods decide his fate."
Though Daenerys now walked beside the man who had killed her Khal, she was still their Khaleesi.
Were it not for Satoru's presence, the Dothraki would already be riding to the Dothraki Sea, headed for Vaes Dothrak, where the widows of Khals are sent to join the Dosh Khaleen.
The first to move was Ser Jorah Mormont, who translated Daenerys's words.
The Dothraki did not hesitate to obey her commands and dragged Viserys away from her sight.
As they took him, Viserys did not stop screaming and barking orders, kicking and struggling to free himself, but it was all in vain.
After witnessing Daenerys's performance, Satoru looked surprised and couldn't help but applaud softly with admiration.
Daenerys smiled playfully and, in jest, gave a slight bow.
"Let's take everything we need for the journey and leave this place, Dany."
She nodded, sharing the desire to get away from that place as soon as possible, and without hesitation, took her husband's arm to walk together.
The Divine Dogs slipped back into her shadow, alert and ready to protect her should the need arise.
"By the way, husband… I've never asked you how you plan to bring the dragons back."
Satoru smiled with amusement at her question but didn't answer immediately.
Instead, he gave her a mysterious look, as if he enjoyed keeping the secret… for now.