Of course

The event was a strange one. Illyrio’s mance was adorned with every manner of decoration, his slaves serving every manner of food and his large garden hosting every manner of person. Jon and Danaerys moved through the throng of colours and smells like two awestruck children, openly gaping at every new sight they beheld. While Jon was typically viewed with mild disinterest given his Northern looks, Dany was greeted with open appreciation by men and women from every corner of the Free Cities, her classic Valyrian colouring and her black and red dress marking her as a member of Westerosi royalty and heir to Old Valyria.

Tyroshi merchant lords and Lyseni nobility approached them to make light conversation and occasional light flirting which Jon mostly ignored and Dany encouraged. The princess was in her element, delighting in the attention and her ability to charm almost everyone whom she met. Jon had no doubt that if left to her own devices Dany would find herself a bed mate and potential husband in the menagerie of guests, but he could not allow such a thing to happen. He had fallen into the trap of sleeping with her and that was bad enough; House Targaryen must always come first.

The event wore on and eventually Illyrio found them, gathering them to a group of distinctive individuals. Distinctive even by the standards of the strange event they currently found themselves in. There were several people standing together, dressed in leathers, skin the colour of beaten copper, and with distinctive war paint applied to their muscled bodies. Mostly of them wore their coal black hair in braids, though only one of them decorated his with bells that danced and chimed with every movement. They were clearly Dothraki, and they clearly seemed displeased with their surroundings.

Illyrio grinned. “Allow me to make the introductions,” he gestured to the tallest man with the bells, “this is Khal Drogo, Leader of a great Khalasar and something of an ally to myself.”

The big man looked fierce and did not acknowledge Illyrio’s words, perhaps ignorant of the common tongue. He watched Jon carefully, taking his measure as a threat before turning to look at Dany. It was plain to see that he desired the princess, and to Jon’s great surprise Dany met the Dothraki’s gaze with equal interest. Jon found his ire rising at the exchange.

Illyrio spoke at length about how Jon and Dany were royals from Westeros and the great strength of the Iron Throne. A **** appeared at Illyrio’s side and began to translate the fat lord’s words into the rough tongue of the Dothraki, though it seemed lost on Drogo whose attention never left Dany for a second. Jon was beginning to grow uncomfortable with the exchange and was secret,y relieved when Illyrio ushered them off to meet the next in the line of associates he had collected.

“Slavers and savages,” Jon lamented that night as he and Dany prepared for bed. “Illyrio certainly keeps low company.”

Purple eyes narrowed in irritation. “Must you be so judgemental? We are not in Westeros and we shouldnt judge people by Westerosi standards.”

“You only say that because you couldn’t get more time eye-fucking that Dothraki,” he replied coldly, “you should practice a little discretion, lest you give people the impression you’re actually going to run off with those savages.”

Dany lifted her chin in clear challenge. “And what if I did?”

“I’d stop you,” Jon answered automatically. “You have a duty to the realm and so do I as your chaperone.”

The laugh that escaped Dany’s mouth was bitter. “Duty? Duty is a handy thing isn’t it Jon? When it’s you I’m fucking you’re happy to put it aside, but when it’s anyone else you wield it like a club.” She frowned at him in distaste, “you can sleep alone tonight.”

Without another word the little woman marched out of the chambers off to another part of the manse. Jon winced, internally chastising himself for falling into such a petty squabble and made to follow her out and apologise. He walked into the hallway, expecting to see two of his white cloaks standing guard, yet was met with only empty space. He grunted in annoyance, knowing that they likely followed Dany to whatever chamber she had taken residence in.

Jon turned down the large hallway, moving mostly without any real idea where Dany might be. He checked a few chambers only to find them empty and quickly found himself lost with his frustrations building. The prince heard someone approach behind him, but before he could react there was a harsh and sudden impact. He blinked in surprise and pain for the briefest of moments before consciousness left him.