Hey guys!

So the good news is that I only have two classes a day and I get out around ten o'clock every morning from school, so that means I will be able to update and work more on the story. The bad news is that I'm a senior and well...I gotta prepare for college and the real world . which sucks, but also, at the same time, I find exhilarating.

I just wanted to point something out about last chapter real quick. So last chapter, the infamous part of the first season that revolved around Dany, happened. Viserys met his fatal end an unlike Dany, Eerika was actually distraught about it. I had some people PM asking me why Eerika would still want Viserys to live even though he was cruel to his sisters and here's why: some twins, it is believed to be said, can actually feel the other twins pain. Then there are cases where twins are said to have the ability to read each others minds. Now, Viserys and Eerika didn't express any of these qualities, but they were very, very close and I know I haven't shown much of their closeness, but do not worry, I will be getting to those flashbacks very soon :)

SPECIAL THANKS TO:

NicoleR85: Thank you!

KingLoitl: Drogo, as I've stressed before, will not die so don't worry about that :)

Bess Woodville: Thank you so much! I had hoped that I gave off that edge during the chapter.

busybeekisses19 (anonymous): I feel for Eerika, too.

meangirl8: And that's what will exactly happen to Eerika...for some time.

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Ava (anonymous): Oh, how I wished you had an account so I could privately message you. I've had another reader stress the same thing to me and I told them in order for me to get the story going, and to get it to where I want it to be, I have to follow the story line and what Dany, and sometimes Viserys, says. BUT I DON'T HAVE TO DO THAT NO MORE. I mean, sure, there's going to be scenes and quotes that were said in the series, but please note that those scenes and quotes are important - or I just really liked them. So I'm sorry if my story has started out basic, but I am and will get to the point where the original works won't be used as much.

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I also have other good news!

So it was brought to my attention that not all my readers have active accounts for this site. And I really want to communicate with all of you so I have created a blogger. There, anyone can message me, and I've started a page for Eerika! It's like wiki, only better because it's based around my character.

Here's the link: godsandmonsers . blogspot 2015 / 08 / blog-post . html # more

Of course you're going to have remove the spaces. And, yes, I know monsters is spelt wrong - that title was already taken.

Go check it out and leave me a comment, ok?

Chapter 8: Denial and Isolation

The first thing that had woken Eerika up was the intense feeling of hunger.

It was still quiet early in the morning, only the slaves were up and she could hear them bustling about, preparing breakfast and talking amongst each other. She couldn't make out what they were saying; she truly wasn't trying to listen.

She was just laying there.

She hadn't spent the night in her own tent. She had removed herself when she heard the khalasar finish the party. She couldn't be around anyone in that moment; she doubted that she would be able to be around anyone for a couple of days.

She spent the night in Viserys's tent, wanting to be surrounded by her twin's items. She still couldn't believe that Viserys was gone. Her mind couldn't wrap around the fact. As she laid there at night she half expected Viserys to come barging into his tent, yelling at her to get out because her husband wasn't holding up his end of the deal they made.

She had hoped that Viserys came into the tent that night just so they could argue. She didn't care if it was verbal or physical. She just wanted proof that Viserys was alright, that last night didn't happen.

It was difficult for Eerika to admit that she was wrong, especially since she grew up with people waiting hand and foot on her, bending to her every whim. Then when they Eerika and her siblings were smuggled to Braavos and evicted to the Free Cities, Eerika and Viserys couldn't afford to be wrong.

Being wrong meant that they would die.

She laid there with only the flames of the fire being her only company. She had dismissed her handmaidens for the day and she refused to see Jorah, Dany and Drogo. The latter three did a piss poor job at hiding their gratitude that Viserys was dead. At least Irri, Doreah and Jhiqui showed the slightest bit of pity for Eerika. Irri even had shed a tear when Eerika had waved them away.

Another thing about this situation that was difficult to Eerika was the fact that she was hiding. She never hid from anything. Well, she wasn't hiding per say, she was avoiding them. She had made it clear to Jorah and Dany that she did not want to see them. Dany knew that Eerika would lash out and fight them if they showed their faces so Dany, reluctantly, obeyed her sister's wishes. Drogo was a different story. He was her husband, the man she loved, her stars and sun, the father of her unborn child – yet he was also the killer of her twin brother. It was hard – impeccably so – to see the situation from Drogo's point of view. For Drogo, he had his bloodriders, 40,000 soldiers and the entire khalasar to call family.

Who did Eerika have?

It was only Dany now.

She didn't include her child because she knew that to the people, the child wouldn't be a true Targaryen. They would view her child as a Dothraki before they would even considered him/her a Targaryen.

Even though it had only been one night without Drogo's arms around her, it had been a rough night. Not only was Eerika trying to come to terms with the fact that her husband had killed her twin brother, it seemed that the baby felt its mother's distress and the empty space where Drogo usually spelt. Eerika had been alone for so long in her life that it was quiet odd to have Drogo and the baby be there for her. And now – with not having Drogo around even for just one night – was slowly dragging her back into her old mentality. She was broken and scared, and the thought of another person she loved leaving her terrified her greatly.

She still didn't know how she hadn't gone mad yet with her thoughts.

There was a knock outside the tent and Eerika just stared at the person who entered.

Rakharo stood there with two saucers. One with horse jerky for him and the other with geese meat for her, the baby still didn't like the jerky. Rakharo's brown eyes that always seemed intense were warm and raked over Eerika's form. He gave her an inviting smile before he placed her dish in front of her and sat down across from her.

"Gunaydin, Khaleesi," (Good morning, Khaleesi.) Rakharo said.

Eerika sat up and took her bowl of food. "Kifindirgi hash yer iste?" (Why are you here?)

Rakharo hesitated. He wasn't use to this Khaleesi. The Khaleesi he knew was upbeat and always had a smile on her face; she accepted the fates of life and held her own. This Khaleesi – this depressed, eyes bloodshot, frowning woman – was not his Khaleesi. This was a shell of the woman he knew.

"Anha ki endise yer." (I was worried about you.) He finally admitted.

Eerika huffed and looked Rakharo dead in the eyes. "Gitmek she arrek. Herkes et olmus konusma. De en az yer var jin edep tat astat me tat anna yuz." (Go on then. Everyone has been talking. At least you have the decency to say it to my face.)

Rakharo at least had the graciousness to look bashful. "Anha'm vo qafat ha yer tat astat anna yeri oyku, Khaleesi. Anha bilmek yer sevilen yeri kardes akka she mae zhorre akka mae sevilen yer. Anha laz tihat rek. anha tat vo dilek tat uzgun yer, Khaleesi, Vosma anha disse laz't tiholat kifindirgi yer devam eden tat savunmak mae akka zaman mae tehdit vo disse yeri hayat, vosma yeri cocugun ven iyi." (I'm not asking for you to tell me your story, Khaleesi. I know you loved your brother and in his own way he loved you. I could see that. I do not wish to upset you, Khaleesi, but I just can't understand why you continued to defend him even when he threatened not only your life, but your child's as well.)

Unexpected tears fell from Eerika's eyes. She knew that Rakharo meant no harm, but explaining why she had continued to defend Viserys was always a tough subject for the both of them. She knew that Rakharo wasn't judging her or digging, he was just honestly curious about the bond between Eerika and Viserys. She assumed it was only natural since her brother hadn't been the kindest soul.

"Viserys akka anha hash disse kucku cocuklar at jin zaman ki isyan. Zaman kishi kardes Rhaegar ki maglup uzerine jin Catal seklinde zipkin, Viserys ki adli kishi babanin mirasci akka anha mae khaleesi, akka kisha hash gonderilen tat Dragonstone ma kishi hamile mai. Sonra jin olum ki kishi mai akka nakho ki savas, Viserys, Daenerys akka anha hash kacak tat Braavos ki jin sadik kul Ser Willem Darry once Stannis Baratheon's saldiri she Dragonstone. Hazze kisha yasamis altinda Willem's koruma kash mae olum. Willem dustu hasta akka olum bir bilinmeyen miktar ki zaman sonar," Eerika explained. In order for Rakharo to understand why her brother was the way he was and why she had defended him all the way to the end, she had to tell him her – their – story. "Ser Willem's hizmetciler sonra tahliye bizi, zorlama bizi tat dolasmak jin Seris Sehirler ven konuk ki guclu vatandaslar. Kishi idde sonunda soluk, akka kisha hash zorunlu tat satmak kapali kishi mulk tat hayatta kalmak, akka kishi mai's tac. Zaman Viserys satilan jin tac, me ki nakhok sevinc kisha vardi ki kishi mai, akka anna kardesim kece vosi vosma ofke. Mahrazhi basladi cagri mae Jin Dilenci Khal. Sure kishi lilski ma kishi kardes ki baslangicta sicak, Viserys buyudu tat icerlemek Daenerys ha oldurme kishi mai sirasinda cocuk dogum, akka arrek mae basladi tedavi mae kotu." (Viserys and I were just young children at the time of the rebellion. When our brother Rhaegar was defeated upon the Trident, Viserys was named our father's heir and I his queen, and we were sent to the Dragonstone with the our pregnant mother. After the death of our mother and the stop of the war, Viserys, Daenerys and I were smuggled to the Braavos by the loyalist Ser Willem Darry before Stannis Baratheon's assault on Dragonstone. There we lived under Willem's protection until his death. Willem fell ill and then died an unknown amount of the time later. Ser Willem's servants later evicted us, forcing us to wander the Free Cities as guests of the powerful citizens. Our welcome eventually faded, and we were forced to the sell off our possessions to survive, and our mother's crown. When Viserys sold the crown, it was last joy we had of our mother, and my brother felt nothing but rage. Men started calling him The Beggar King. While our relationship with our sister was initially warm, Viserys grew to resent Daenerys for killing our mother during child birth, and then he began treating her poorly.)

The twins had become the most splendid beggars in the world, but beggars all the same. Eerika hated it, as had her brother. All those years of running from city to city one step ahead of the Usurper's knives, pleading for help from archons and princes and magisters, buying their food with flattery. They knew how they mocked them, but they mocked Viserys more so since he was the male. Small wonder as to why he turned so angry and bitter. He had tried his best to be their protector and shield Eerika away from the harshness, but in the end it had driven him mad. It would do the same to Eerika if she let it. Part of her would have liked nothing more than to lead her people back to King's Landing and take the throne back like Viserys had planned to.

No, that was defeat.

Marching into any battle blind was stupid and would surely get one killed.

But that had always been Viserys's flaw.

Viserys was their father's son, something Rhaegar never was.

Rakharo gazed at Eerika from where he sat. His brown eyes were wide with wonder, or maybe it was surprise. Eerika doubted that the Dothraki ever suspected that the twins went through hardships in their life. She didn't blame them, though. Eerika always held her head high like a true queen should and Viserys always had his nose stuck in the air, like they were born with a silver spoon in their mouth, which they were.

Eerika knew why Viserys looked down upon the Dothraki, even though she could never understand why her brother treated them like dogs, though. For the longest time the twins and Dany had lived off the earth. If they could not find a place to sleep in they would make do with whatever they found outside. There were many times when they didn't sleep because they were always on the lookout for wild animals. Viserys couldn't understand why people would want to live like that, especially people like the Dothraki. They had enough people and were well trained to conquer any of the cities, but they insisted to live off the land and live as nomads. It never made sense to Viserys as to how the Dothraki enjoyed their lifestyle.

"Anha yaptim vo bilmek," (I did not know.) Rakharo said.

Eerika shrugged her shoulders and forced herself to finish her plate. Her stomach and the baby were full, but Eerika needed her strength. It was easy to fall into the habit of not eating or picking her rations again. They had spent seventeen years like that and it had only been a year since Illyrio had picked them off the streets.

Falling into her old habits was dangerous now since she was pregnant.

Rakharo shyly looked over at Eerika and chose his words lightly. "Mae arzulu olmak sonra yer." (He lusted after you.)

Eerika choked on the meat and looked at Rakharo with wide eyes. "Anna kardes ki jin nafile genc mahrazh akka acgozlu. Mae arzulu olmak sonra kishi babanin taht." (My brother was a vain young man and greedy. He lusted after our father's throne.)

Rakharo shook his head, but did not press the issue further. He knew what he was talking about; Irri had even spoken her concerns for the Khaleesi's brother to him. Even their Khal could see the way Eerika's brother stared at her.

Viserys had loathed giving his twin up.

Rakharo wondered how his Khaleesi was so blind to the fact. It was quiet obvious with the way Viserys would move around Eerika and his eyes were always on her. Everyone knew that for Viserys, his feelings for Eerika ran deeper than being twins. It made the khalasar curious if Eerika saw Viserys as something more than a twin as well. From the information Rakharo had gathered from Irri and Ser Jorah was that Eerika had felt that way for her older brother Rhaegar, and that he most likely felt the same way.

Unknown best to Eerika, back in Pentos, Viserys, while willing to wed Daenerys to Drogo at the time, Viserys was also resentful that Dany was to be married, and not him and Eerika and the night before the wedding Viserys tried to enter Eerika's room and at least claim her maidenhead. Illyrio, however, had the foresight to post guards on her room so that would not happen and ensured the impetuous Viserys didn't undo, according to Illyrio, "years of planning" since Viserys had no clue at the time that the Khal had chosen Eerika.

Then when he had learned that it was Eerika, who was to be wed to the Khal, Viserys insisted on travelling with Drogo to ensure the Khal honored the agreement. Illyrio tried to stop him by offering Viserys the use of his manse, but Viserys declined. Viserys believed that Drogo was delaying fulfillment of his promise and Viserys grew increasingly insistent on making a start to the invasion. Viserys believed he sold Eerika to Drogo and that the Khal had not paid him for her. As Ser Jorah Mormont explained, the Dothraki did not buy or sell, but rather received gifts and gave gifts back eventually in return. He refused to listen to Illyrio and Ser Jorah, who told him repeatedly that the Khal saw Eerika as a gift, and would give Viserys a gift (an army) in return, but only in the Khal's own time. Viserys was too foolish and impatient to listen.

"Mae ruh ki acliktan tat olmek, vosma mae ki an tam aptal," (His soul was starved to death, but he was an utter fool.) Eerika said finally after a long time of silence. Her voice was stern and dry, leaving no room for Rakharo to object.

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Later on, when Eerika went to sleep, she dreamt of her dead twin.

He looked just as he had the last time she had seen him. His mouth was twisted in anguish, his hair was burnt, and his face was black and smoking where the molten gold had run down across his brow and cheeks and into his eyes.

"You're dead, Viserys," she told him aloud, although it was mostly for her benefit, a reminder of such.

She hears him whisper, "Murdered." Viserys snarled, "You haven't mourned me, sister. It is hard to die unmourned."

Eerika shook her head. "No, that is not true. I have wept for you since last night. I have only thought of you."

Viserys – or she should say the dream version of Viserys – laughed. "You weep, but your thoughts are not of me. You have only thought of yourself and how you will get through this."

"What do you expect me to do?"

"I expect you to make them pay!" Eerika jumped when he screamed. "You weep and pity me to a Dothraki dog, but you have not made any advances to make those who have wronged me pay. Dare I say that you do not care?"

And there it was.

There was the dilemma secretly at the back of Eerika's mind.

She didn't want to harm those who had taken part in Viserys's death, but there was the hidden rage inside of her. There was a dark, twisted part of her that wanted to make them all pay – Dany, Jorah, Drogo and everyone who did not help her brother, or took part in holding Eerika back. That threatening persona of hers was always there and it lurked deep within her. Her mother and older brother even knew about that side of her. They knew Eerika could be dangerous if she was pushed over the edge, they had seen it once, and they made her swear to always be aware of her emotions. And Eerika tried her hardest.

But it was moments like these where Eerika could easily allow this dream to push her over the edge. She could say it was a sign, but she wouldn't.

Somewhere her conscience mind was reminding her of the vow she made to her mother and brother. But seeing Viserys – the dream version of him – as he was just last night surely rocked Eerika to the core. This was just a dream, but yet Viserys seemed so real, as if though the dream itself was real. He looked just as he did when his lifeless, molten gold head had hit the floor. The only difference was his eyes. They were a pale coloring; she honestly couldn't tell if they were sill lilac. They reminded her of a blind man's eyes and that made it seem all the more real.

Because if it was a dream she would be seeing Viserys as he once was: A silver-blonde man with purple eyes of House Targaryen, with a hard, gaunt face. By the Gods, if it was a dream she would be reminiscing about the time Viserys and her had with Rhaegar and their mother. She would be recalling King's Landing and her father as they once were, but not this.

Anything but this because it seemed all too real.

"I do care, Viserys. I loved you."

He echoed "loved", so bitterly it made her shudder.

"You were supposed to be my wife," Viserys said. Although his eyes were pale she knew that they were filled with anger. "And bear me children with silver hair and purple eyes, to keep the blood of the dragon pure. I took care of you. And that brat of a sister just because it made you happy. I helped you find who you are, just as you helped me. I fed you and sold our mother's crown to keep you fed."

Eerika froze.

Viserys had wanted her…as his wife?

The twins had never spoken about the incest within their family, the incest blood that ran through their veins. They had never once discussed marriage between each other, and truthfully, Eerika never viewed her twin as a lover. Eerika did, however, see Rhaegar in that light. It was natural for the first born Targaryen male to marry their eldest sister; it was their duty, but Rhaegar was seventeen when the twins were born and was still without a wife. Their father knew that they could not wait for Eerika to turn fourteen so they could then marry the two off – even though he would have liked to wait (even their mother, who did not want her children to breed together, couldn't help but agree that Rhaegar and Eerika were perfect for each other) – so instead Rhaegar married the Dornish princess Elia Martell, with whom he had two children: a daughter, Rhaenys and a son, Aegon Targaryen.

Everyone in King's Landing knew, however, that Rhaegar was deeply in love with his little sister and her him. Not even Lyanna Stark or Cersei Lannister could hold a torch to Eerika's beauty even when she was just a young child and neither of them could dream to be loved by Rhaegar the way he loved his sister.

But Eerika couldn't help but wonder how she didn't see Viserys hidden – or maybe not so hidden – affections. Yes, she did think of it as odd when he would ask about her sex life or when he would just walk into her room unannounced, knowing she was changing, but she never gave it much thought. They were twins; they were closer to each other than normal siblings. Eerika had always thought it was natural…until now.

And that's when Eerika knew that it wasn't just a dream.

"You hurt me and Dany, frightened our little sister, sold her and betrayed her," Eerika argued. She hoped that if she could remember all the cruel things he had done not only to her, but to Dany as well, then maybe it wouldn't be too hard to view it as a dream.

Visery named Eerika the betrayer and said that he never got his promised golden crown, that she turned against him and that Drogo and the Dothraki cheated him. She argues further with him and he says, "Do you want to wake the dragon, you stupid little whore? Drogo's khalasar was mine. I bought them from him, forty thousand screamers. I paid for them with your maidenhead."

And then the dream became all the more real again.

That was something Viserys would say. Not even Eerika could have come up with something like that even though she spent the past seventeen years attached to his hip. She wasn't cold hearted and self absorbed like her twin was.

"You should have waited," Eerika spat back finally. She felt that rage – that fire – grow inside of her. She was tired of everyone coming to her looking for answers. "You knew that Drogo would have given you what you wanted, Illyrio and Jorah told you that. I told you that on one occasion. But no, in true Viserys fashion, you just couldn't wait. You couldn't have been happy for me! You couldn't have enjoyed your time with me! Instead you got yourself killed!"

And suddenly, in a blink of an eye, Viserys was standing right in front of her. He was so close, their noses brushed against each other and she could feel the coldness rolling off his body. She shuddered, but she didn't know if it was out of fear or the fact that she was beginning to believe this to be real.

Viserys began to play with a lock of her hair as he stared down at her stomach. She was slightly, if barely, showing. The skin around her stomach had become taunt and a little rough, and one could see the slight growth on the underside of her belly.

Eerika couldn't see his eyes, but she was sure they held disgust in them. He certainly hadn't looked happy when she had told him about her pregnancy. She doubted death would even change his views on that.

She was caught by surprise at how gentle his pale eyes looked when he stared back up at her. He let her hair go and cupped her face. Their lips were so close that she felt his brush against hers as he spoke. "Idid wait. For my crown, for my throne, for you. All those years, and all I ever got was a pot of molten gold. Why did they give the dragon's eggs to you? They should have been mine. If I'd had a dragon, I would have taught the world the meaning of those words."

Viserys then began to laugh until his jaw fell away from his face, smoking, and blood and molten gold ran from his mouth.

Eerika tried to push herself away from him, but his grip on her face was tight. She was sure that she would have bruises. Viserys continued to laugh; he got even louder as he watched his twin struggled to get away. He pressed his face against hers, trying to kiss her only to get blood and molten gold around her lips.

Tasting the blood and gold on her tongue, Eerika screamed bloody murder.

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Eerika woke up, gasping.

Lying in her fur bed in the middle of the night, Eerika woke with a start to see a menacing dark shadow in the corner of her room. Even in the darkness she could tell it was Viserys. She wasn't even safe in the real world now.

Her heart was pounding in her ears, she opened her mouth to scream but nothing came out. It seemed impossible.

She was unable to utter a sound — in fact, to her horror she found herself paralyzed and unable to move. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, but was probably no more than a few minutes, she found herself able to move again.

When she looked, the menacing, dark shadow of Viserys had disappeared.

But she heard the wind carry her twin's voice. "Avenge me…"

Avenge him.

She knew how Viserys wanted to be avenged, but she promised her mother and Rhaegar that she would never wake her dragon ever again. But then there was that part of her that was justifying awaking her dragon to avenge Viserys. It would be easy to slip into that madness, for she was the Mad Kings daughter, but she was also Queen Rhaella's daughter. Her mother was kind caring woman who never wished ill will on anyone, not even their greatest enemy, not even their father.

Whenever Aerys gave a man to the flames, Queen Rhaella would have a visitor in the night.

Eerika did feel guilty, though. The dream version of Viserys was able to install that in her. When they had gotten word of Rhaegar's death, Eerika was more than willing to rage on in the war to avenge her eldest brother and to take Robert Baratheon's head on a spike, and have it rest above a fire. Eerika would have defended Viserys until her last breath and she would have avenged Rhaegar until her dying breath as well.

She surely felt in the wrong because of that.

She assumed it was to be reversed? She didn't know.

Maybe it should have been since Viserys was her twin. They were two halves of a whole; one without the other was definitely something unthinkable. But Rhaegar was the love of her life and he was still. She was in love with Drogo, too, but one could never forget their first, epic love.

"Vhagar…" And there that was again. That female whispering to her from the planes of the unknown.

And that was another thing on her mind.

Where was that voice coming from?

She buried her face into the fur blankets and groaned. There were some many things on her mind it overwhelmed her. From dead family members, a phantom for a brother and a voice whispering an ancient dragons name was all too much her. She wondered where a dragon fit in to all this.

Eerika's head popped up, an idea coming to mind.

Dragons breathed fire.

And fire burnt things.

In fact, after his death, Rhaegar was cremated, as was traditional for fallen Targaryens.

Eerika crawled over to her dragon eggs and picked up the purple one she had become so fond of. She had had Irri bring her the eggs right before she had dismissed the handmaidens. As Eerika sat there with the egg in her hand, she thought of something. Something that seemed completely crazy and stupid, but it didn't sound too bad – at least, not in her head.

Maybe, just maybe, Viserys's death could tie in with the whispering dragon's name.

Am I the only one who feels bad for Eerika?

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