"You the two passengers?" a man in his thirties asked the siblings, standing in front of him. He was assigned to them by the captain yesterday.
"Yes," Viserys replied, holding two trunks in his hands; behind him was Dany, her eyes groggy as she pouted at her brother.
She pleaded for five more minutes in bed, but her brother was adamant, 'Hmph! Stupid brother!'
The man watched the siblings for a moment before he turned back and yelled, "Hey, you two fuckers! Get the trunks into the guest room!"
Then turning to Viserys, "Leave the trunks here and follow me; I will show you to your quarters!"
Nodding at the man, Viserys placed the two trunks on the ground, held his sister's wrist, followed the man, and boarded the ship.
…..
CLICK
They entered their room, dark and moist. There was a bed in the corner just clean enough for a person to sleep.
"You will stay here, don't roam outside when we are in the sea! You might tip over!" the man warned, with a smirk blooming on his face.
Dany shrank at his words, clutching her brother's hand tightly. She didn't like the man at all, nor anyone on this ship. They were bad people and stared at her strangely.
Viserys nodded, "Alright, you can leave!"
The man's smirk turned wide into a grin, "Alright, just be careful~" He whispered, turning towards Dany as he left the room, his eyes glinting as he did so.
"B-Brother, they're scary…!" Dany trembled, tightly holding her brother's hand, her purple eyes trembling as she looked at him.
"Haha, Dany, they're just trying to scare you," Viserys reassured, shifting toward her; he placed his hand on top of her head. "I'm here, right? Nothing will happen to you."
Dany's fear reduced significantly at her brother's words as a small smile bloomed on her face, "mhhm," she mumbled as she let go of his hand.
The siblings chatted with each other for a few minutes before someone knocked on the door; it was the trunks.
A guy came in and put the two trunks beside the bed and left. Viserys checked the trunks just to be sure that everything's there.
After confirming, he put an extra blanket on the bed; he didn't want Dany to sleep on those filthy sheets. Only the gods know what they did on it.
And soon, Dany fell asleep in her brother's arms while Viserys patted her head, acting as a lullaby while his gaze became distant.
'We will arrive in Pentos in a few weeks,' he mumbled inwardly, 'I guess by the time we reach there, Illyrio will be waiting for us. And that fat pig will know about this too!'
'We can't stay in Pentos for long… maybe a day or two, but then we have to leave. The longer we stay, the higher the chance that we make a mistake…'
Viserys mused for some time before he too fell asleep. He too was quite tired and fell asleep as soon as he closed his eyes.
...
And just like that, a week had passed and just as Viserys predicted, word soon spread about their departure.
The small council, King's Landing:
"Your Grace, my little birds across the sea carry some news," a fat, bald man said as he glanced at the head of the table.
The members of the small council widened their eyes as they turned to the fat man; they knew what was on the other side.
Gaining the attention of the council members, the man looked at the head of the table and continued, "It's about the exiled Targaryens, Your Grace."
SNORT
The man, sitting at the head of the table, snorted out loud, his lips leaking a few drops of wine.
"Those dragon spawns! What are they up to now?!" he roared aloud, his pale blue eyes shining with hatred while his potbelly jiggled with rage.
This is the demon of the Trident! Well, was the demon of the Trident, not anymore, not when he's like this.
His once broad shoulders softened, his bulging muscles turned into fat. His glare, once a menacing glare that shook the hearts of his enemies, had now only had time for whores.
Varys and the rest were calm; they had got used to his ramblings and his curses for the Targaryens.
"Your Grace," Varys continued, "my birds tell me that Viserys Targaryen along with his sister Daenerys Targaryen, have moved from Braavos and are heading towards Pentos. By my estimates, they should reach Pentos in a week or two."
Robert's face twisted at Varys's words, his eyes glinting with burning hatred as he grabbed the wine cup, jiggling all the wine at once. "Why?"
"We believe they fled to Pentos to find patrons, Your Grace. After the death of Ser Willem Darry a few weeks back, they lost all their support as the men he hired had abandoned them."
"Pfft!" Robert spat the wine in his mouth onto the table, a few falling on the woman beside him, causing her to wince in disgust.
"Hahaha!! Those men know what's good for them!" Robert roared aloud, gobbling up another jug of wine.
The woman beside him glared at the man for a moment, clenching her fist, her knuckles turning white. He was a king! The Lord of the realm! Her husband! And yet…
She shook her head inwardly. It wasn't time yet; turning towards the men around the table, she said, "The Targaryens pose no threat to us, their power is non-existent, and the people of the realm still remember the horrors of the Mad King!"
The men around the table nodded their heads at the Queen, a woman who thought picking up the Targaryen ways and fucking her brother was a good thing. But they did not need to know that.
Varys nodded his head at the Queen, "I agree with you, Your Grace. The Targaryen siblings pose no threat; they are just children; harming them would only ruin our reputation."
"Hmph!" Robert snorted at this, but kept silent, drinking his wine; he too knew that he couldn't do much to them. Both his friend Ned and his mentor Jon Arryn vehemently opposed it.
After a moment of silence, the council had let go of the matter and continued on with other things about the realm and the umpteenth feast that Robert was throwing.
But then suddenly, Varys interjected that the Hand, who was speaking about the Greyjoys' rebellion, said, "I'm sorry, my lords. But my birds have carried one more piece of news, perhaps more important than the Targaryen siblings."
Jon frowned at this; he was a patient man, but he didn't like getting cut off; still, he kept silent while Varys continued.
He looked at Robert, his face turning serious, "It's from Sunspear, Your Grace. We think that Dorne is hiding something, or someone…."