GOT: The Golden Lion

Joffrey murmured her name and failed to notice all the Dothraki around him getting down on their knees, heads planted on the dirt.

In a matter of moments, Daenerys' whole body became clear. It really was her, her earthly clothes burned away, her body unscathed, and her silver hair stayed an untangled beauty.

This is… Joffrey couldn't find words to utter. Dragons were mere creatures to him, annoying lizards. But this was the actual proof of the dragon blood in her veins. This is… true magic.

He looked at her, the sole standing figure remaining there, his burning sword still blazing and illuminating the land beside him, all Dothraki stayed away from him. He felt her violet eyes lock into his blue ones, and for an unknown reason, he felt as bare as her there—physically, mentally, and spiritually.

Frustrating, a little. Joffrey felt weak, standing as a mere mortal etching his path through his schemes. All the while there were people like Daenerys with magic in her veins. Born with it like it was her birthright.

How was he to compete against magic when the only magic in him was this second chance? The burning blade was a mere grace of the bastard fire god.

Yet, when he ended that heated exchange of glances, he looked at her naked belly. His seed was taking shape in there—concocted from his and her magical blood.

At that mere realization, everything else seemed insignificant. All he needed was to play his cards right and ensure his blood sat atop the throne.

Woosh!

Joffrey grabbed the nearest Dothraki woman and jerked off her barbaric robes. Then, he stabbed his burning sword into the dirt and walked toward Daenerys, never moving his gaze off her face.

The heat from the fire was immense. But he continued and walked up the stairs, eventually standing face to face with her. His free hand quickly caressed the side of her face, fingers spread and sinking into her hair.

"Are you hurt?"

Looking up at him, she shook her head.

Joffrey exhaled calmly and draped the Dothraki robes over her shoulders. "It's unseemly for a queen to stand bare before anyone but her king."

Daenerys smiled softly.

Despite that inferno behind, despite the circumstances, she only looked more appealing. But that glimmer in her eyes towards him made him the most satisfied.

"How are you standing?" She inquired softly, brows creased in worry as her small hand landed on the bandage over his bare chest.

"I don't know… maybe magic?"

With that, Joffrey spread both his hands on each side of her face and landed his lips on hers. It was gentle and comforting to both as they reciprocated.

In Daenerys' heart, a place for this man grew greater than any before.

Moments later, Joffrey broke the kiss and lifted Daenerys in his arms in a bridal carry and began walking down towards the kneeling Dothraki. As he neared his still-burning sword, he lowered his knees a little.

"Care to pick up my sword, Daenerys?"

With interest, Daenerys reached from her place in his arms and grabbed the hilt. It came out of the dirt smoothly, still burning, as if declaring its presence as no less than the fire in her veins.

"How did you do this?" She looked at Joffrey's bearded face.

"I have no idea… Some god's blessing, I guess," Joffrey replied and looked at the sea of kneeling bodies. "How do I say 'move' in Dothraki?"

"Elat."

"ELAT!" Joffrey bellowed so loud that even Robert would have felt proud, even if they shared no blood.

Quickly, the Dothraki shifted on their knees and made a straight path for him.

Daenerys stopped looking at the crowd and stared at Joffrey's face instead. Feeling his arms under her back and legs felt so strong, and being so close to his chest, it felt so broad. That sensation of being protected during that bloody battle, she wondered if she'd ever forget that.

It made her body tingle just thinking about it.

It made her confident knowing what Joffrey's goal was. Why he honed his body like that—to defeat the White Walkers.

"Joffrey… am I heavy? You can put me down, I can walk. You were wounded gravely."

Joffrey continued to walk, albeit with a hint of limping since the damn muscles still ached. He looked down at her pretty face and hugged her against his chest harder. "Heavy? I can't even feel you. Want me to prove it by taking you straight to the bed?"

"Heh…" She chuckled, her hand once again feeling her belly. "I think you proved that enough."

"Aye, but not enough."

Joffrey knew what she was feeling. But at that point, he reckoned there was some truth to those words and feelings. She was indeed irreplaceable to him now.

Soon, he passed by two blokes in attire that didn't resemble Dothrakis. He recognized one as Jorah, the old fucker was annoying to even look at. As for the other man, he knew who he was, another lecherous bastard after his woman.

But ignoring the two, he took her towards the nearest sizable Dothraki dwelling made of wood.

"Joffrey."

He looked at her. "Yeah?"

"Let's go to King's Landing and see the wraith."

Even I want to do that. If they've dared to make Tommen king in my place… I'll have their heads on pikes for treason.

"Let's do that… after you feel better."

Oh, just seeing her smile from him showing even the slightest concern for her made him excited.

I suppose I've claimed the Mother of Dragons in every way that matters.

Time in that ruined castle, battle in Vaes Dothrak.

It all started to feel worth it.

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Drogon, the bastard he was, landed near Daenerys and Joffrey's resting shack at the first light of the dawn. It just sat nearby and licked itself, grooming from the looks of it. Joffrey was the first to wake up and go out, only to stumble into Drogon's massive snout.

Woosh!

Drogon exhaled so hard that all of Joffrey's hair was messed up, standing backward.

"Yeah, yeah, I should thank you, I guess." Joffrey dismissed the gigantic creature like it was a cat and went on his way to find where the barbarians kept their food and water, along with better clothes for himself and Daenerys.

Thud!

Thud!

"What do you want now?" Joffrey heard the thuds of Drogon's claws behind him. He still ignored the dragon.

"Grrr…"

"What?" Joffrey grunted and turned around.

To his surprise, the dragon was prone behind him, its head flat on the ground. Its massive eyes with cat-like slits dilated a little, staring at him with blinks every now and then.

Woosh!

Drogon exhaled.

"What are you? A cat?" Joffrey carefully approached the beast, raising his hand as slowly as he could. "Don't tell me you want me to pat you."

And then he did it. He actually landed his palm on top of Drogon's snout. He rubbed his hand there and heard long grunts that felt almost the same as the purrs of a cat.

As far as I know, I don't think I got any Targaryen blood in me. Joffrey pondered while caressing the dragon's face as it purred. Is this just for… fucking your mother?

Well, if that was the case, he decided to do Daenerys every day he'd see her.

"Go on, run to your mother. I've important matters to attend to."

This time, as Joffrey stepped away, Drogon turned around and skipped back towards the shack, wagging its massive tail that easily toppled a few nearby shacks.

He looks happy.

The little interaction woke him up whole. Sword in hand, he continued to make his way towards what he hoped was the storage. He had already learned a few words of Dothraki from Daenerys.

Hadaen meant food, and eveth meant water.

Just like that, a few morning hours passed.

As Daenerys felt much better, they decided to head to King's Landing. Dressing up in simple Dothraki attire—a crude, woven top for Daenerys with no sleeves and small straps over her shoulders, and a long, uneven skirt held by a tight belt around her waist.

Joffrey had even fewer options as Dothraki men mostly went bare-chested. He grabbed a suitable, loose pants, held by another strap of cloth around the waist. Then, he grabbed the first cloak he found and placed it over his shoulder, leaving the rest of his chest naked. It was at least not fully nude, he reckoned. Returning to King's Landing in such conditions was already falling low.

Then, he grabbed the sack with four dragon eggs, the Valyrian steel armor, and the dagger they had found in that castle. He brought the things outside and saw Daenerys already seated atop Drogon, patting the scales and whispering things to it.

Let's hope there aren't any more surprises. Joffrey thought and handed Daenerys the sack to tie in front of the saddle, so he'd still have a place to sit behind her.

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