Game of Thrones Imagines

You were sitting beside your sister, Daenerys, as you celebrated the news of your pregnancy. Daenerys was supposed to marry Drogo but you convinced your brother to take her place; you never thought that you would fall for Khal Drogo but as time passed you found yourself falling and falling hard. "I'm so excited, I'm going to be an aunt!" Dany said and you chuckled. "Yes, Dany. And I have no doubt you will be the best aunt." She was going to respond when your brother's voice filled the tent. "(Y/N)! Where is she?" He stumbled into the tent and you knew he was drunk. Jorah stepped in front of him, but he sneered and pushed him aside. "Get out of my way!" His eyes landed on you. "Ah there you are, my sweet sisters." You sat up straight and noticed that the tent was dead silent. "Viserys, stop." He looked angry. "You don't tell me what to do! I am the Dragon! And I want my crown. The crown that he promised me!" He pulled out his sword and aimed it at your belly. Jorah moved closer but Viserys pushed his sword closer. "Ah, ah, ah." He looked Drogo. "You can't spill blood in your sacred city." "Viserys, please stop." Daenerys pleaded and Viserys smiled as he drunkenly stared at her. "Ah there she is, my sweet little Daenerys." "Viserys. Enough." He smirked. "You have always been the stubborn one, (Y/N)." Drogo stood up, catching Viserys' attention once again. "I want the crown you promised me. We leave tomorrow to take back my throne or I will leave with my sisters." "Not until I give birth, brother." He growled. "No! If we do not leave, I will carve him out of you and leave him to be fed upon by the flies." You stiffened up as Drogo spoke. "If it is a crown you want, I will give you a golden crown that men will tremble to behold." Viserys smiles. "Good. That's all I wanted." He was grabbed by two Dothraki men; his arm was snapped like a twig causing him to drop his sword and scream in pain. "What are you doing?! Unhand me! I am the king! The last dragon! You can't do this to me!" He was shoved down to his knees and Drogo ripped his necklace off before throwing it into the pot. "Dany? Dany help me please!" She moved forward but you held her back. "(Y/N), please! Get them to stop!" You remained emotionless as Drogo picked up the pot. "A crown for a king." He said before pouring the gold on Viserys' head. He screamed in agony and you felt Daenerys hide her face in your shoulder. Viserys fell to the floor, dead. "He was not the last dragon." You said, your voice void of emotion. "He was a sad and impudent little man. Dany, look at me." She looked up at you. "He was our brother by blood but we are sisters. Our bond born in blood but strengthened by our love. Viserys did not love us, he used us to get what he wanted. Do you understand?" She nodded and you tucked a few stray hairs away. You turned and saw Drogo watching you. "He was no king. But my son is the stallion that will mount the world!" A shout of agreement rang through the tent. "We will ride wooden horses across the poison water and we will give my son the iron chair!" Shouts of agreement rang out and you watched as Drogo walked to you. You stood up and he picked placed his hands on your stomach. "My moon..." He said softly and you smiled. "My stars..." You replied and he kissed you. When he pulled back, you looked at the crowd. "The blood of my blood! We will conquer the 7 kingdoms and my son Rhaego will be the Khal of Khals!" Everyone cheered in support and began chanting 'Rhaego'. You smiled and looked at Drogo. "I will give you the world." You looked at Daenerys and saw that she was giving you a smile of encouragement. "I know you will, my love." Your eyes scanned the tent and landed on Ser Jorah, who gave a small bow. "I know."