The Wedding

Viserys died in the show after provoking the Dothraki. As I stood in front of the mirror I took hold of Viserys' dull sword and right before my eyes ripples and patterns began forming on the blade itself. I now wielded a formidable Valyrian steel long sword decorated with gems and a dragon hilt.

Only the finest warriors wield Valyrian steel and I made myself into the finest of them all. I gave myself the strength of the Mountain, the experiance of Ser Barristan the Bold, the swordsmanship of Ser Arthur Dayne and even the brutal skill of Khal Drogo. I was ready.

I arrived at the wedding a little late, wearing my new valyrian steel armour and sword. Several dothraki dancers looked at me with eyes filled with lust, but the dothraki has always been a horny race. I saw a man having sex with an unwilling woman on the dirty ground, humping like an animal in heat while a man lay dead next to them.

"A Dothraki wedding without a few deaths is a dull affair, Your Grace" Magister Illyrio stated realising by now my distaste of such an uncivilised culture.

But I paid no attention to him. My eyes were drawn to Daenerys. She sat next to Drogo, beautiful as an angel in her dress. She was accepting wedding gifts from several guests one of which was Ser Jorah Mormont, the disgraced lord of Bear Island.

She was frightened and dreading the consumation of the marriage. After all she was not yet the all conquering Dragon Queen.

But soon she will be.