Chapter 5: Fire and Blood, a Different Kind
Khal Drogo, weakened by a wound that festered despite the maegi's poultices, grew increasingly ill. Daenerys, desperate to save her husband, turned to the blood magic of Mirri Maz Duur. Viserys watched the ritual with suspicion and unease, his instincts screaming that something was wrong.
When Drogo finally succumbed, his spirit broken, Daenerys was devastated. The khalasar began to fracture, loyalties shifting. Jorah Mormont, a knight in exile, became Daenerys's steadfast protector, his wisdom and experience proving invaluable.
Viserys, grieving in his own way, felt a surge of protectiveness towards Daenerys. The resentment he had harbored began to melt away, replaced by a fierce determination to shield her from the chaos that threatened to consume them.
As the Dothraki prepared Drogo's funeral pyre, Daenerys made a fateful decision. She would walk into the flames with her husband, a final act of devotion and perhaps, a desperate plea for a new beginning.
Viserys was aghast. "Dany, no! You cannot be serious!" he cried, grabbing her arm.
"There is nothing left for me here, Viserys," she said, her violet eyes filled with a strange resolve. "Perhaps... perhaps there is something more."
He tried to reason with her, to physically restrain her, but her determination was unshakeable. As the flames roared to life, consuming Drogo's body, Daenerys stepped forward, her gaze fixed on the inferno.
Panic seized Viserys. He couldn't lose her. He had to do something. As Daenerys walked into the fire, Viserys, without conscious thought, followed. His healing factor flared to life, a burning sensation coursing through his veins as the flames licked at his skin. He reached Daenerys just as the heat intensified, shielding her body with his own, his claws involuntarily extending, digging into the burning pyre for purchase. He felt the searing pain, but his body was already knitting itself back together, the flames seemingly unable to truly harm