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"For dragon eggs… they're rather small" murmured Satoru, slowly turning the dull red egg between his hands.
This particular dragon egg would hatch Drogon in the future.
In front of him rested the other two eggs, Rhaegal and Viserion: one a deep green with scales that shimmered in the light, the other golden.
The one he held felt rough, cold as stone, but something within it still seemed to pulse… very, very faintly.
"Order the Dothraki to gather a few slaves for a funeral pyre."
Daenerys stood still, frowning as she looked at him. Her face, once calm, hardened. She said nothing at first, but her expression spoke volumes.
She hadn't liked the idea of using slaves.
Satoru noticed the shift instantly. His gaze slid to hers, and after a brief silence, he sighed, shook his head, realizing his mistake.
"That was a poor choice of words," he said more softly. "Forget it. Choose Drogo's worst men—the ones who reveled in killing, pillaging, and raping. Those who deserve to pay their debt with death."
The tension in Daenerys's face eased gradually. She nodded quietly, accepting the correction with a soft smile.
"And find among the Lhazareen the blood witch Mirri Maz Duur," he added. "I need a blood sorceress."
Daenerys said nothing further, but as she turned to leave the hut, her stride was firm. Ser Jorah followed her wordlessly, leaving Satoru alone.
To bring the dragons back—disappeared for over a century—Satoru knew he'd have to pay a price.
The ritual required vast amounts of life force… and blood magic.
A blood witch was not easy to find, but he knew one: Mirri Maz Duur, the self-proclaimed wife of the Great Shepherd, the Lhazareen god.
She was his only nearby option.
As for the Dothraki… Satoru never intended to keep them around long. He didn't want or need them. Their brutality was unnecessary. He didn't want an army of barbarians following him.
In fact, he was already being more than indulgent by allowing Ser Jorah to accompany them, fully aware Jorah still sent information to Varys, the Spider, member of the Privy Council and Master of Whisperers of the Iron Throne.
But at the end of the day, Satoru wasn't here for them.
The only reason he'd chosen to come to the world of Game of Thrones, to Planetos, was Daenerys Targaryen.
Not for power, nor for the Seven Kingdoms. Not even for the dragons.
He wanted her as Queen of his nobility, as his companion. That's all.
Although she had become his wife by a misunderstanding he chose not to correct…
If he was bothering to reconquer Westeros, claim the Iron Throne, and reignite the extinct flame of House Targaryen, it was solely because of her. Because she wanted it. Because she deserved to reclaim what had been taken from her.
Without that desire, he'd have already taken her hand and leapt with her into the next world without looking back.
"We'll have to wait a few days until they find Mirri Maz Duur… unfortunately," Satoru muttered in annoyance to himself.
Living among barbarians definitely wasn't part of his plan, nor on his wish list.
…
Night had fallen over the Dothraki camp.
Two days had passed since Satoru had taken Daenerys as his Queen.
He lay on his makeshift bed inside a tent set apart from the rest.
His eyes were closed, but he remained aware of everything happening around him.
From the moment he heard the subtle creak of wood outside, he knew Daenerys was approaching.
Her presence was unmistakable to him, even among thousands.
She gently pushed aside the tent flap, which served as a door. She said nothing. She walked barefoot, softly and confidently, draped in a thin silk nightgown, almost transparent.
Satoru didn't move. He pretended to sleep.
The young Targaryen paused beside the bed for a few seconds, watching him in silence.
Only then did Daenerys let the silk gown slide to the floor in a deliberate gesture.
Then, carefully, she slipped between the blankets and lay beside him, very close, almost touching.
Her legs brushed his, and her hand found his bare chest.
Satoru sighed amusedly before slowly opening his eyes.
"Always so direct…" he murmured softly, smiling, his eyes still half-closed.
Daenerys smiled shyly, like a surprised girl caught in mischief.
"This time, I don't want you to stop me," she said plainly.
She had tried to sleep with him the past two nights, but Satoru had stopped her each time.
Her voice was soft but resolute. "This time I'm here because I want to. Because I want you," she assured him.
She leaned in and brushed her nose against his cheek, her lips barely touching his skin.
"I want to consummate our marriage tonight. I want to thank you… as a woman. As a wife."
Finally, Satoru looked into her eyes. There was no doubt in Daenerys's gaze.
But deep down, Satoru knew she believed this was the way to repay him for everything he had done.
Gently, he stroked her cheek.
"No, Dany."
She frowned, slightly hurt, perhaps humiliated. He noticed and hurried to explain.
"I'm not rejecting you because I don't desire you. Believe me, I do… more than I should." He smiled softly, taking her hand.
His eyes roamed her body, admiring her silently.
"But I don't want your body used as payment for anything. I don't want you to surrender yourself to me out of obligation. That's not love. And you deserve more than that. More than to be a token of thanks."
Dany lowered her gaze, silent. He drew her closer to his chest with tenderness.
"When you decide to be with me, I want it to be because you want it with your heart… not just your body. And when that day comes, you won't have to offer yourself. Just looking at me will be enough to know."
Daenerys said nothing. She simply closed her eyes and rested her head against his chest, smiling gratefully.
And as Daenerys fell asleep in his arms, breathing calmly on his chest, Satoru could only think how foolish he was.
In every way, he'd always been a rude bastard who respected nothing and no one…
Why the hell did he have to turn into a gentleman now, of all times?
He had never regretted doing the right thing more than in this moment.
And the worst part?
Daenerys remained completely naked, her soft skin brushing his with every breath, oblivious to the torment she'd left him in.
Satoru closed his eyes tightly, gritting his teeth, and repeated to himself like a mantra:
"Don't think of her. Don't think of her. Don't think of her…"
Finally, he sighed, resigned.
"This is going to be the damn longest night of my life."
Daenerys smiled amusedly, eyes still closed, upon hearing his whisper.
She knew exactly what her husband meant.
"Next time, you'll learn that rejecting your wife isn't as easy as you think…" she thought, with a mischievous smile.