Post by voice on Jul 23, 2016 21:59:52 GMT
Her brother took her by the arm as Illyrio waddled over to the khal, his fingers squeezing so hard that they hurt. “Do you see his braid, sweet sister?” Drogo’s braid was black as midnight and heavy with scented oil, hung with tiny bells that rang softly as he moved. It swung well past his belt, below even his buttocks, the end of it brushing against the back of his thighs. “You see how long it is?” Viserys said. “When Dothraki are defeated in combat, they cut off their braids in disgrace, so the world will know their shame. Khal Drogo has never lost a fight. He is Aegon the Dragonlord come again, and you will be his queen.”
This passage reminds me of the line Illyrio's slave spoke earlier in the chapter:
There was more like that, so much more, what a handsome man the khal was, so tall and fierce, fearless in battle, the best rider ever to mount a horse, a demon archer.
Khal Drogo is a man without fear. Thus, Drogo cannot be brave. Quoth the Neddard:
Bran thought about it. "Can a man still be brave if he's afraid?"
"That is the only time a man can be brave," his father told him.
"That is the only time a man can be brave," his father told him.
Fearlessness is again connected to demonization, as it is in the story of Night's King:
He had been the thirteenth man to lead the Night's Watch, she said; a warrior who knew no fear. "And that was the fault in him," she would add, "for all men must know fear." A woman was his downfall; a woman glimpsed from atop the Wall, with skin as white as the moon and eyes like blue stars. Fearing nothing, he chased her and caught her and loved her, though her skin was cold as ice, and when he gave his seed to her he gave his soul as well.
Fearless Khal Drogo glimpsed a woman who was the Moon of his life as well.
Fearing nothing, Khal Drogo caught her and loved her.
Though her skin was hot as fire, he gave her his seed and his soul as well.
Dany was kind enough to kill him, once he was soul-less.
I don't think Brandon the Builder's khaleesi was as kind as Dany.
Dany looked at Khal Drogo. His face was hard and cruel, his eyes as cold and dark as onyx. Her brother hurt her sometimes, when she woke the dragon, but he did not frighten her the way this man frightened her. “I don’t want to be his queen,” she heard herself say in a small, thin voice. “Please, please, Viserys, I don’t want to, I want to go home.”
Eyes like Jon?
The first Lords of Winterfell had been men hard as the land they ruled. In the centuries before the Dragonlords came over the sea, they had sworn allegiance to no man, styling themselves the Kings in the North.
Would Dany fear Jon the way she fears this man?
Will she fear the true King in the North and his ice spiders?
(Yes LmL, I can turn anything into a discussion on ice spiders. LOL)
“Home!” He kept his voice low, but she could hear the fury in his tone. “How are we to go home, sweet sister? They took our home from us!” He drew her into the shadows, out of sight, his fingers digging into her skin. “How are we to go home?” he repeated, meaning King’s Landing, and Dragonstone, and all the realm they had lost. Dany had only meant their rooms in Illyrio’s estate, no true home surely, though all they had, but her brother did not want to hear that. There was no home there for him. Even the big house with the red door had not been home for him.
Ours is the Fury! Viserys should have been a Baratheon.
Perhaps he was fostered with Donal Noye when Dany was living in that house with the red door(ne).
Eh, markg171?
His fingers dug hard into her arm, demanding an answer.
“I don’t know …” she said at last, her voice breaking. Tears welled in her eyes.
“I do,” he said sharply. “We go home with an army, sweet sister. With Khal Drogo’s army, that is how we go home. And if you must wed him and bed him for that, you will.” He smiled at her. “I’d let his whole khalasar fuck you if need be, sweet sister, all forty thousand men, and their horses too if that was what it took to get my army. Be grateful it is only Drogo. In time you may even learn to like him. Now dry your eyes. Illyrio is bringing him over, and he will not see you crying.”
Some creative fan needs to make this into a birthday card.
Front Cover:
“I’d let his whole khalasar fuck you if need be, Sweet Sister, all forty thousand men, and their horses too if that was what it took to get my army."
Inner Leaf:
HAPPY FOURTEENTH NAME DAY!!!
On a more serious note, I must point out that Viserys has just described the rape of Westeros. The First Men arrived, and with their horses, committed horrors upon the continent. That ended with the Pact, though, just as Dany's torment can be prevented with a marriage pact. And, in time, the First Men even learned to like the Old Gods.
Dany turned and saw that it was true. Magister Illyrio, all smiles and bows, was escorting Khal Drogo over to where they stood. She brushed away unfallen tears with the back of her hand.
“Smile,” Viserys whispered nervously, his hand falling to the hilt of his sword. “And stand up straight. Let him see that you have breasts. Gods know, you have little enough as is.”
Daenerys smiled, and stood up straight.
This part always makes me feel so sad for Dany. Her brother is a misogynist psychopath, threatening her life and health with gang rape, horse rape, and is reaching for his sword.
Like any normal person she is emotional, but cannot cry.
The misogynist insults her breasts, and tells her to stand up straight so that they can be seen.
She smiled, and stood up straight.
It gets me every time.
I just realized that Dany preferred Viserys to Drogo. And she actually saw in herself to manage her brother.
What an amazing catch! Very interesting. She preferred the abuse she knew to the possibility of new horrors. So sad.
Thankfully, Drogo was a vast improvement to Viserys.
And really, Drogo was the one who should have been afraid. This isn't a normal girl.