A/N: I'll try to make this brief. The whole idea behind this story is that, well, it's a cross-over, with (for the most part) the characters from George R. R. Martin's A Song of Ice and Fire series and the plot from Skyrim. There are still Skyrim characters, and plot elements from the ASOIAF universe, but for the most part, it will be the other way around. I will include an individual rating for each chapter since some may be rated differently for different reasons. That's also were I will include any relevant trigger warning when the time comes. Also, I will address any other...quirks, shall we say, that will appear in this story because of the borrowing from two universes when they come into play. For this one, the ASOIAF fans just need to know that since there is no such thing as the Dothraki in Skyrim, Drogo speaks the Common Tongue. And I think that's it. Enjoy! Many thanks to my beta reader (and sister) GrowlingPeanut. Also, for reference, here are the ages of all the main characters as all but Sandor and Drogo have been adjusted (and theirs are from GoT, meaning the first book of the series):
Daenerys- 19
Sansa- 17
Arya- 15
Drogo- 30
Sandor- 28
Gendry- 19

Disclaimer: It belongs to Bethesda and George R. R. Martin, not me. But Dar'Jazha (the Khajiit with Drogo) is an OC.

Rating: T for minor language, some suggestive comments, and mentions of abuse.

The market was crowded for a Middas afternoon, especially one in the modest southern town of Riften. Daenerys Targaryen had heard about the crowded city markets in Whiterun and Solitude, but she hadn't been there since she was young, and the few memories she had were of begging for coin, not spending it.

A visiting trade caravan was the cause of Riften's unusually busy market. It was also the reason Viserys had even allowed his sister to leave the keep. Usually he didn't like the thought of men leering at her out in public, and if she was permitted access to the more highly populated areas of the city, he went with, fingers digging into her arm as though he feared she'd try to run. Perhaps one day she finally would.

But today...today was different. The autumn sky was blue and cloudless, the air crisp and pleasantly cool. For the first time in a very long time, Dany felt free, and she intended to enjoy it. She was also planning on spending a good deal of the gold her brother had grudgingly lent her. But first, she had something she needed to do.

"Come see our silks! The finest silks from the Summerset Isle! Steel from Hammerfell! Gems from Elsweyr! All at a fair price!"

The Khajiit calling out his list of goods smiled widely when Daenerys approached one of the stalls. He looked her over as she appraised his wares and flicked his long grey tail. "The lady comes to buy, yes? Perhaps some sapphires? Amethysts to match the lady's eyes?" He held out a few and looked at her quizzically. "You like what you see, yes?"

Dany nodded absently, but her gaze slipped away from the items in mention, falling instead on the man standing behind the peddler. He was a tall light skinned Redguard with dark eyes and a long black braid that fell well past his waist. He cocked an eyebrow slightly when he caught her staring and she quickly looked back down, a deep flush rising to color her pale cheeks. The Khajiit caught his partner's eye and gave Daenerys a knowing smirk.

"The lady likes something we are not selling, yes? That is Khal Drogo. He's the owner of our humble caravan." The caravan of which he spoke was far from humble. In fact, it was the largest trade caravan in Skyrim, and Khal Drogo himself had quite the reputation. He nodded in her direction with the faintest hint of smile and she returned it politely, feeling foolish for her reaction to the tall, muscular, strangely alluring man.

"My brother, Jarl Viserys Targaryen, would like to make an arrangement with your caravan, sers," Dany said, deflecting their attention. "I am here to discuss terms of negotiation."

Drogo crossed his arms and broke his silence with a snort of derision. "If your brother wants to discuss terms of negotiation, he can get his ass off his throne and come himself." His voice was deep and thick with an accent she didn't recognize.

Dany paled slightly. If she told Viserys that, she'd have a new bruise to add to the rest and he would make her stay in the keep until it had faded. Khal Drogo narrowed his eyes when he saw her reaction and he stepped out from behind the stand, moving to her side.

"I will accompany you to the palace. But he will speak to me himself."

Dany was grateful that he would be there, but at the same time, it sent nervous flutters through her stomach. She looked up at him, towering at her side, and smiled weakly. "If that's what you wish, I'm sure my brother will be willing to meet with you."

Drogo nodded silently and turned to his partner. "I'll be back before nightfall. And if I'm not, come and help me get away before the people realize their Jarl's head has left his shoulders."

The Khajiit smiled and bowed low. "As my Khal commands."

Turning, Drogo looked down at Dany, his handsome features softening at the apprehension in her gaze. "Come."

"You dare to command me?!" Viserys' face had turned a strange hue between red and purple in his rage and he glared up at the huge Redguard from an unintimidating height.

"Yes." Drogo answered drily, arms crossed over his broad chest. "And if you want the services of my caravan, I expect payment of some kind. Up front. You aren't the only Jarl in Skyrim hoping to sign your name next to mine."

The younger man clenched his fist and made to strike the caravan master, but a disapproving look from the target changed his mind and he sank back down on his throne with a scowl. "What is it you want then?" he asked petulantly, thin lips twisted in a pout. "Gold? Property? I can make you a knight. Or a lord. The Thane of Riften if that's what you bloody want. Ask and it shall be yours."

Khal Drogo raised his eyebrows and made a show of looking about the throne room before turning his gaze back to the simpering Jarl. "Anything?"

"Yes, yes. Anything."

"Can we talk?" He briefly cast his eyes down toward Daenerys. "Alone?"

There was a moment of silence as Viserys looked between his sister and their guest. Finally, he conceded. "Very well. Daenerys, go to your room. I'll come to you later."

Nodding, she curtseyed to each of them and took her leave, rounding the corner and heading for her chambers. When she got there, she sat on the edge of her bed and absentmindedly smoothed the sheets. She could hear them talking downstairs in raised voices. From the sound of it, Khal Drogo was having trouble getting what he wanted. Whatever that could be, Dany couldn't seem to fathom. He was the owner of the largest and most prosperous caravan in Skyrim, maybe even all of Tamriel, he obviously had the power to bend any Jarl to his will, and his prowess in battle was known well enough to keep him safe from any interference from either side of the civil war.

By the time she left her thoughts, the voices below had gone silent and a moment later there was a knock at the door. Standing, she smoothed out her dress and moved to answer it. As she had expected, Viserys was standing outside when the heavy oak door swung open and he strode in, slamming the door shut behind him. Dany flinched back, and Viserys turned his furious gaze on her with a snarl.

"What is it that he wanted?" Daenerys asked timidly when her brother remained silent.

"A wife."

Dany frowned. She was certain she had heard him wrong. It seemed improbable that a man of Khal Drogo's position and...stature would have any trouble finding himself a wife. "And he thought you had one for him?"

Viserys' eyes raked over her body, lingering on the swell of her breasts. Her stomach twisted, suddenly realizing what it was he was suggesting.

"He thought I wanted to make sure they stayed loyal. And he was right."

Dany's stomach made another slow turn and she forced down the bile rising in her throat. She decided to stay silent.

"He wanted someone...exotic," Viserys continued. "Someone he couldn't find just anywhere." His lilac eyes narrowed and met hers. "Someone like the last Targaryen woman."

For a moment, Dany forgot how to breathe.

"He'll be here for you tomorrow morning. See that you're ready." He stalked closer and looked at her through eyes barely wider than slits. "Please him, Dany. If you don't, I swear to the Divines, I'll make you sorry that you didn't." His hand clamped down on her arm and his nails dug into the flesh, drawing blood as she stared at him through wide eyes. Before she could think of the right words to plead with him to change his mind, he released her and stalked out, his words leaving her trembling as a cold sweat broke across her forehead.

How could this be happening? Her own brother had just sold her to a complete stranger. Even if it hadn't been entirely his idea, that didn't make it any better. As much as she feared her brother and his abuse, she felt marginally safe within the walls of the keep. Not only was Khal Drogo fearsome and intimidating but, she knew nothing of his ways. He might use her as a slave, or even worse, share her with his men and pass her around to warm their beds at night.

Closing the door, she climbed into her bed and huddled beneath the sheets as her tears began to fall, her shoulders shaking with each helpless sob. She had never felt so weak in her entire life. Powerless to do much else, she laced her fingers together and took a shaky breath, sending a fervent prayer to Stendarr that she wouldn't be delivered from one hell to another.

When Daenerys was roused the next morning, it was not by her brother. Instead, it was his steward that stood outside her door. Jorah Mormont was a middle aged man who had only been working for Viserys for a few months, but in that time had proved his loyalty to the Targaryens and risen quickly through the Jarl's staff. He was also one of the few people in Riften who had ever shown Dany any kindness.

"Your Grace," he said with a low bow, giving Dany an unhindered view of his steadily receding hairline. "Khal Drogo awaits you in the throne room."

Dany had spent most of the night awake, turning fitfully beneath her sheets as sleep eluded her, so when she finally declared it a vain effort, she had packed her things and dressed in her finest gown: a long thin dress of lavender silk that brought out the color of her eyes. She appeared ready when Mormont arrived, but was no more prepared for what was to come than she had been the night before.

"Is my brother waiting to see me off?" she asked, unable to keep the unsteady waver from her voice.

Jorah hesitated for a moment then shook his head. "No, my lady. His Grace has not yet risen this morning and made certain that no one was to wake him even if you left during his rest."

Viserys never failed to extend every kindness to her.

"Then you'll be seeing me down?"

This time Mormont nodded, though his face betrayed his loyalty. "Daenerys...if you don't want this marriage—"

Dany turned away to retrieve her things. She didn't want him to see the sheen of tears in her eyes. "Jarl Viserys is my elder brother. I am his to give if he so desires."

Jorah Mormont nodded again, but he still looked troubled. "As you say, Your Grace." He lifted her small satchel of belongings and carried it downstairs to where Khal Drogo stood by the far wall, scrutinizing one of the tapestries that hung in the throne room.

He turned when he heard their footsteps and silently looked over his soon-to-be bride before turning his gaze to her things. "Is that everything?"

She nodded and lowered her eyes respectfully, giving a shallow curtsey. "Yes, my..." She faltered, suddenly unsure if she was expected to call him "lord husband" now, rather than a simple "my lord." Drogo noted her hesitation and offered a brief smile.

"Just Drogo will do."

When a moment of silence followed, Drogo gave Jorah a look of dismissal and he hesitated only briefly before bowing to Dany and placing a lingering kiss on her hand. "Riften will miss you, my lady. And I as well."

He left without further ado and Daenerys stood before her betrothed, trembling slightly from the cool breeze that floated through the windows, or the icy grip of fear and uncertainty on her heart; she wasn't sure which.

Drogo sighed and took her belongings. "Our caravan awaits."

The caravan had been moved beyond the city gates and she looked around as they approached, watching the traders and families that belonged to it scurry about in preparation for the wedding that would be held that evening. The Khajiit she had met in the market approached them. "Has the Khal gotten what he wanted?"

Drogo stepped aside to reveal Daenerys standing meekly behind him.

The Khajiit smiled, and Daenerys thought there might have been a twinge of sympathy in it. "He has, yes. Then welcome to the caravan, my lady. You are welcome. And glad to be here, yes?"

Dany looked around and put on a forced smile. It seemed that the eyes of every man, woman, and child that stood gathered nearby were fixed on her. "Yes."

Bowing low, the peddler curled his tail around one paw and grinned broadly. "We are glad to have you."

Drogo nodded in agreement and gave Daenerys the first true smile she'd seen. "If there's anything you need before this evening, please come and ask. I'm never too far away." Dany nodded, somewhat reassured. She hadn't quite dispelled the fear that Viserys would seek her out before the wedding and do what he could to damage her one final time.

For the first time since Viserys' declaration, she felt something other than fear and she looked up toward Khal Drogo with a thin, but grateful smile. "Thank you." Her husband-to-be smiled and briefly placed a large hand on her shoulder before leaving her with his partner and wandering through his caravan, barking orders at people as he passed.

The feline beside her offered a toothy grin with sharpened teeth and his voice came out as a smooth purr. "We are truly honored to have you, my lady, yes. And you have a wedding to prepare for. Dar'Jazha suggests you stay close to our Khal until then, yes...we wouldn't want the other men getting any ideas..." Though he looked sympathetic to her plight, he offered no condolences as he stalked off to leave Dany alone with his warning.

The nervous flutter in her stomach returned and Daenerys wrapped her arms about her waist in a desperate gesture of comfort. Standing alone in the midst of her new and unfamiliar home, she wondered if her prayers to Stendarr had gone unheard.