Fifteen. Wherein the Dragon points out the obvious.

[wakethedragon]

Why would any of you people get off the boat when you don't have to unless you were somewhere useful? Like home?

[Private to Cat]

I suppose you're in every sort of trouble by now. Are people really stealing body parts?

[Private to Raistlin - because he presumes you're allies now and has no idea you were affected by the love flood]

Did you leave the ship?

[Private to Arthas]

I don't know what you've heard, but I talked to someone who saw David disappear in front of his eyes.

{{OOC: Viserys obviously didn't leave the Barge. He's attempting to find/experiment with additional sources of heat to hatch his dragon egg while the ship is relatively empty. I'm still mostly on hiatus until mid-March, but I needed a break from my million hours of work.}}

Comments

[Private]

[wakethedragon]

Isn't it though? It suits her.

[Private]

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

That's a stupid ritual.

[Private]

[wakethedragon]

Quite. She ate the whole thing, and the barbarians cheered for her. Her husband carried her off and fucked her in front of everyone.

I wonder how my little nephew turned out. He couldn't have amounted to much, being only half dragon.

[Private]

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

[She's making a face, because the idea of Sansa marrying Robb is kind of grossing her out.] Half Dothraki, too. He'd have a whole host of screamers following him. Wouldn't he?

[Private]

[wakethedragon]

[Half dragon and half Dothraki. Repulsive.]

I wouldn't know. I think the barbarians fight it out when it comes to succession. If something happened to his barbarian father, the khalasar would go to the strongest man. [And hopefully Dany would die screaming.]

While his father lives and the whelp grows up, then yes, he would have his father's 40,000 screamers surrounding him.

[Private]

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

Oh. [She doesn't see the point, then, if the crown isn't passed father to son.] Why did you let her marry him again?

[Private]

[wakethedragon]

Because he promised me an army, and I needed an army to take back my throne.

[Private]

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

Would you marry her instead? [You can practically hear the nose wrinkling.]

[Private]

[wakethedragon]

Would I marry her? Now? Certainly not. I hate her. I'd sooner gut her and show her how black and rotten her own traitorous insides are.

Would I have married her if Illyrio hadn't come up with this stupid scheme to marry her to Drogo? Most likely. It's the Targaryen way.

[Private]

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

I meant before. Why do you do that? It's queer.

[Private]

[wakethedragon]

It isn't queer. It's the way of Old Valyria. It keeps the bloodlines pure.

[Private]

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

I guess.

[A beat. More nos wrinkling.] I wouldn't want to marry Jon.

[Private]

[wakethedragon]

[He considers that.]

No, I suppose you wouldn't. He's your half-brother and a bastard, yes?

[Private]

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

Yes. [--But wait--] That's not why though, I don't care about that.

[Private]

[wakethedragon]

You Starks pray to trees with faces carved in the bark. Some may find that silly, or strange, but that is your custom.

We all have our traditions. We are the last of Valyria, we want to maintain that. Some Targaryens married outside of the family. My brother did, for the most part because he had no sister to marry.

Re: [Private]

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

I'm not a Stark. I'm no one, and I pray to the God of Many Faces.

[Private]

[wakethedragon]

That's right, I had forgotten. Do forgive me.

[Private]

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

Don't forget again.

[Private]

[wakethedragon]

Or what?

[Private]

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

Or I'll hit you.