The House of Gold and Bones

Drogo left the room, telling one of his servants to take a glass of water up to Daenerys room, knowing she needed it. That was as far as his hospitality went and besides, he had business to tend too.

He walked downstairs, to his basement and sunk down behind his desk, pulling out his phone. "Robb?" He sighed when his call was answered, "so where's this kid who wants in? I have a deal going down tonight, it could be a test for him." Drogo was referring to Jon, someone Robb had talked of a time or two. Apparently the lad wanted in on Drogos empire, wanted to make some cash for himself. "Perfect, bring him over tonight for dinner."

Drogo put his phone back into his pocket and leaned back in his chair and just relaxed. It felt so nice to just take a woman and completely dominate her, and right now Drogo was basking in it.

Daenarys whimpered when she heard a knock at the door, afraid that it was just going to be Drogo all over again. In hindsight, the fear had been foolish because there was no way that Drogo would have bothered to knock. He didn't care whether he caught her in a compromising position or not, surely. She whispered a hoarse 'thank you' to the servant, refusing to even look at the woman before she disappeared back through the door.

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By the time that the afternoon rolled around, Dany found that she was hungry but she didn't want to leave her room. She didn't want to accidentally run into Drogo. She never wanted to see his face again, even if it was useless to hope for. Dany shifted around, eventually pulling on pyjamas from the bag she had brought from her house. She didn't have the energy to head downstairs in search of food so she settled on sipping at her water for the first time, her knees pulled to her chest as she sat propped against the headboard.

Drogo had his servants quick away at work in the kitchen for his guests tonight. He wasn't sure if he would subject Daenerys to servicing the man he wanted to make into a client yet or not. He didn't think she was ready for that. He could only picture her crying and begging the man to help her, so he decided it probably wasn't the best idea.

He had dressed once again in a fancy light blue suit like he always did when entertaining guests. He rolled the sleeves up to his elbows and made sure his hair was free or tangles before heading to Daenerys room.

Throwing open the door, he stepped inside, buttoning up the last few buttons on his shirt. "I'm having guests over for dinner. Would you like to act like a adult and join us?" He headed over to her closet, his invitation not really being a question at all. All of the closets were in the house were filled so he was sure he could find her something.

Jolting as the door was thrown open, Daenarys pressed herself as hard against the headboard as she could. Her entire body was rigid as she listened to Drogo speak, her heart racing inside of her chest. She felt like she was going to be sick, just being in the same room as Drogo so soon.

While she wanted nothing more than to tell Drogo 'no', she had the sneaking suspicion that his offer wasn't really an offer but more of a demand. Dany also was beginning to understand that no was likely not really part of her vocabulary anymore. She swallowed back the ball of emotion, setting her water down onto the nightstand with a shaking hand.

"I'll be a few minutes before I'm presentable," Dany whispered, staring down at her feet after she had stood. She knew that her hair and makeup were both a mess after Drogo had fucked her mouth, she would need to fix them both. Dany didn't have any argument left to give after that, simply hoping that Drogo would leave her to get ready on her own.

"That's fine." He said, not even turning to look at her as he spoke. "It should be about an hour before they arrive." He began to rifle through the closet before deciding on a dress that was sexy enough to entice, but modest enough for dinner. He knew it would cling to every curve she had to show and it excited him.

"You'll wear this though." He turned around and laid the dress at the bottom of the bed. "Pick a pair of black heels from the closet. A tall pair. You need to look sexy. Some gold jewelry too, there's plenty in your vanity." He continued to fiddle with his own suit, making sure it was perfect. It was obvious how obsessed he was with himself.

Looking up when Drogo mentioned that she would wear something specific, Dany was left to gulp as she caught sight of the dress. She wasn't stupid, she knew why he was picking out a specific dress. Even if no one touched her tonight, men would be leering at her. Her stomach twisted into an uncomfortable knot as she reached for the dress, listening to Drogo's directions. Whether she wanted to or not, it didn't matter.

Dany refused to look up from her feet, only bringing herself to when Drogo lingered in the room. She bit back a whine, noting the way that he was making sure that his appearance was on point. "I.. I, uh, where's the bathroom?" She asked, her voice just above a whisper. Even if Drogo had seen her naked before, she still didn't want to get changed in front of him like it was some sort of expected part of her day.

Drogo raised an eyebrow and turned to look at her. It was funny, but he just sneered. "Down the hall on the left. When you're presentable, come down to the dining room. It isn't hard to miss once you come down the stairs." He said and tightened up his tie a little more before exiting the room.

He wasn't to worried about Daenerys in the moment, but rather on this new Jon fellow. Drogo was always highly skeptical about new faces in his business, and this boy didn't strike him at all like the type to launder money. However, he trusted Robb and if Robb thought he would make a good asset, Drogo was willing to listen.

Making his way down to the dining room, he made sure to it that all of his maids had the table looked impressive. The man coming tonight was a high interest buyer, if Drogo could hook his claw into him, he'd be good as golden.

Dany lingered in the bedroom until Drogo left the room, unable to find the courage to move until he was no longer inside. She grabbed her makeup bag from the bag that she had packed before scurrying out into the hallway. She ran like it was the middle of the night and she was afraid that a demon was chasing after her, after having watched a horror night before sleep. She slammed the bathroom door shut, leaning against it as her chest heaved with the effort of each breathe that she took.

When her hair and makeup were fixed, Dany slid the dress over her shoulders. She returned to her room where she pulled on a a pair of plain black stilettos. She opted for a gold necklace that held an opal at the end. Dany wasn't too keen on jewelery because it was always so expensive compared to what she could afford while working full time and going to school at the same time. She just hoped what she had picked would be impressive enough. Dany paused in the bathroom long enough to look over herself again before starting down the stairs.

Dany reached the dining room and when she did, she stilled in the doorway with her eyes trained on the ground. Her heart was racing a mile a minute, it felt like it was going to pound right out of her chest. She had spotted Drogo when she stepped inside and immediately, Dany drew in on herself and into line out of the way of anyone coming and going.

{sorry, I tried to make a polyvore for this but gave up lmfao}

Drogo paid no mind to Daenerys, even though he heard her footsteps tapping into the room with the shoes that she had chosen. Instead, he watched as the table was set, making sure everything was perfect. He knew his attitude towards making sure everything was absolutely perfect could be mistaken as him being nervous, but he wasn't; he was far from being nervous. He was just meticulous. Drogo had been through this one thousand times before, he knew how everything needed to be done to impress and on top of that he was just a perfectionist.

Finally, when the table was sat to his liking, he pulled his watch up to his face. "Robb and Jon should be here in about five minutes." He turned to Daenerys, finally, and pulled her inside out of the doorway. "You're going to sit here." He walked her to the seat next to the head of the table. His eyes immediately trained on her once he dropped his watch and pulled her chair out for her. "You have a chance to impress me, don't fuck it up." He growled. "This man coming, Jon, is apparently wanting to try and make a break into my business and I'm not sure if I should trust him. While he's around, I'm going to need you to be an extra set of eyes and ears. If you hear or see anything suspicious, you immediately come to me. Okay?"

If Daenerys wanted to make her stay here a little easier and a little more comfortable, she would be smart to do everything Drogo said, right down to the line. He was counting on being able to trust Daenerys, no matter what, for her brother's sake. If she loved him enough to sacrifice herself up for his well being, Drogo was hoping he'd be able to dangle Viserys over her head.

Dany looked up when Drogo started to speak, knowing full well that she needed to remain attentive. Even if she didn't want to, even if she wanted no part in what Drogo wanted from her, she would be participating. And maybe if she obeyed him and did well, things would, at least, be a little bit easier for her. She hesitated when Drogo pulled out her chair before stepping forward and sitting after smoothing down the back of her dress. Dany swallowed at his insistence that she not fuck up, feeling the words right down to her core. "Okay," was all she could manage to speak, nodding in hopes that it would help drive home the point that she understood what he was saying.

She could only imagine what would happen if she did see something suspicious, what would happen to Jon. She doubted that the man would survive the night, if he did something that caused too much suspicion from Drogo. She didn't want that on her shoulders because she would carry that guilt for the rest of her life. But if it was between her brother and herself or Jon, she would have to pick family. What other choice was there for her to make?

"Before... before they get here," Dany started, pausing long enough to take a deep breathe before continuing. "Do you want me to participate in the conversation or would you rather I just remain quiet? Observe?" She asked, hating that she even thought to ask such a question but Drogo was in control here, whether any of them wanted to believe it or not.

Drogo pushed her chair in for her, and started around the table, taking one last quick round around the dining room to make sure everything was in its place. "Just don't be annoying." He stated, not really putting any thought into Daenery's question. He turned back towards her and took his seat next to her, the head of the table. "If we're talking about business, it'd probably be best for you to remain quiet, don't you think? You're just a woman after all, and my type of business probably makes you sick to your stomach." He gave her a shit eating grin, and pinched her cheek. "But I do know what'll take the edge off for you."

All Drogo had to do was snap his fingers and almost immediately a servant girl came right out of the kitchen to his side. "Get my lovely guest here a nice glass of red wine from the cellar, okay?" Drogo grabbed the girl's ass as she nodded and turned around to head down to do as he told. A quiet, 'of course, sir', could be heard as she practically darted out of the dining room.

Turning his attention back to Daenerys, he sighed and looked at his watch again. "I am going to introduce you as my new assistant. I'm not going to make you sleep with my client today, I don't think it would go well for either of us, until you grow tougher skin." He dropped his arm back down to his lap, "But I do need you to be appealing, keep a smile on your face. I don't care if you need to get drunk to fake it, just fake it."

Dany's eyes narrowed at Drogo's answer, only for her to start to shy away from his touch. She was obviously annoyed by him pinching her cheek but she didn't say a single thing, not wanting to end up in the same position that she had been a few hours ago. She simply turned away from him, looking down to her lap as she listened to Drogo ordering his servant around. The prospect of red wine wasn't exactly her favourite but she welcomed the hopes of being able to get a little drunk. It would help her loosen up, like Drogo would want and it would hopefully numb her pain a bit.

She nodded at his instructions, glancing up when his servant reappeared with a bottle of wine in hand. Daenarys thanked her quickly, offering an appreciative sort of smile. She wondered about the girl, what had landed her here but she wasn't about to ask Drogo or the girl herself. She doubted that she would get an answer and asking would probably just serve to piss Drogo off and that was the last thing that she wanted at the moment.

Daenarys sipped at her wine, her heartbeat picking up at the sound of a knock at the door. She paled as she looked up, knowing now was show time. Clearing her throat, Dany pushed to her feet when the two men appeared. She wore a brilliant smile, shaking Robb's hand and then Jon's before she sat down. The moment that she sat back down, she took a large gulp of her wine, hoping that she could just get through the evening without any sort of problems.

"Robb!" Drogo smiled, rounding the table to greet his friend in a hug. "It's been to long." Drogo's eyes shifted to Jon and he almost choked on a laugh. Jon was no more than a boy, with a head of curly black hair, nothing about him looked manly, at least to Drogo and that made him want to burst out laughing, but he contained himself. How would a boy fair in this line of business? Keeping a straight face, Drogo held out his hand to shake Jon's. "Robb has told me a lot about you. So you're wanting to try and make it in the business?"

It was obvious Jon was nervous, the first indicator being that he gave Drogo a weak handshake, but Drogo ignored it. "Yes, sir. It seems like a profitable venture." Jon let his eyes dance around the dining room, before falling on Daenerys. He licked his bottom lip and wondered what a girl as pretty as she was doing with a man like Drogo. Drogo led them to their seats at the table and took his back next to Daenerys.

"Well, this will be a test for you. My client should be here any moment, but you should know we don't talk business at dinner. That will take place downstairs." Another maid came from the kitchen to pour the men small glasses of bourbon. "While I'm thinking of it, Robb, Jon, this is Daenerys, my new assistant." The words slithered off of Drogo's tongue, a sick smile on his face.

Dany gave the slightest frown as Drogo mentioned no discussions of business would take place at dinner. She couldn't quite place what it was that she felt but she had been expecting to hear something. Something that she would have to pretend didn't turn her stomach, make her want to help whoever Drogo was going up against. She knew that would never be a possibility, she would never step that far out of line. She knew that even now.

Running her hands down her thighs, Dany opted to try and just remain quiet. The smile that she had plastered on her face started to drop at one point. Tensing as she realized it, Dany's features morphed back into the same sort of smile as when the boys had first entered the room.

Dany sipped on her wine, quiet as she listened to the men talk. She wasn't used to being this quiet and she would almost offer some sort of input to the conversation but then she would catch sight of Drogo and his words would run through her mind again. She bit back a sigh, staring at her empty glass. It wasn't more than a few moments before one of Drogo's servants reappeared to fill it back up and she thanked the girl just as she had last time, not even noticing the way that Jon kept glancing her way as she shifted around in her seat.

Drogo however, did notice, but all he could do at the moment was just sneer and ball his hands up in fists under the table. Once another doorbell could be heard, a servant brought in the guest of honor. His client was a tall, lanky man, balding in the back of his head and wore gold framed glasses. Drogo couldn't help but to think about how easy this would be.

"It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mr...?" Drogo trailed off, allowing the man to introduce himself as a Mr. Henderson. "Have a seat then, Mr. H." Drogo chuckled, "Dinner should be out shortly and then we will talk business afterwards."

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Once the men were finished with dinner, Drogo stood and placed his hands on Daenerys' shoulders, standing behind her. "Well, the men need to go downstairs to deal with some loose ends that need tying up-" Drogo made a joke, hoping Daenerys would catch on. "Why don't you run back on upstairs and get comfortable, hmm?" He rubbed her shoulders before standing back and guiding the men down the stairs to his basement.

Drogo couldn't swallow the anger he felt at seeing Jon repeatedly stare at Daenerys, but he knew what he was about to do to this Mr. Henderson, if he didn't comply right away, to get his business, would help alleviate some of that. Once all four men where in the basement, Drogo shut and locked the door, smirking as he turned to look at his guests.

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Jon was the first to leave the basement, unable to stomach the sight of a man spitting up so much blood. He had half a mind to rush straight back to the precinct and do whatever he could to get an arrest warrant on Drogo right then and there, but he knew he couldn't. Following him up, Drogo placed a hand on his shoulder, that was covered in dried blood. "Weak stomach?" Drogo laughed as he waved a wad of one hundred dollar bills in the air. "You'll get used to if you want in on this."

Dany caught sight of Drogo's newest client and felt her stomach drop at the sight. He was balding, old enough to probably be her father. It made her sick to think that she would be expected to sleep with a man like that soon. Drogo had told her she wouldn't be expected to do that now but it didn't stop her from being sickened. She was quiet, her attention focused on her glass of wine. It was the only thing she could focus on that let her relax and try to pretend as if none of this was happening right now.

SHe was relieved when dinner was served, happy that she had something else to focus her attention on. Dany made sure to eat slowly and carefully so that she didn't make a mess of herself or of the dress that she wore. If she made a fool of herself, she doubted Drogo would be impressed with her.

Drogo's hands on her shoulders made her heart leap into her chest as she looked up, her gaze catching Jon's for just a moment before she turned away from him. Dany caught Drogo's innuendo but didn't react, refusing to even look in Mr.Henderson's direction. She knew that he would look like her brother did the night that Viserys came home and told her about the arrangement. She felt bad for the older man because she knew there was no getting out of the situation for him.

Dany turned after bidding all of the men a good night. She headed back up the stairs, all too eager to get to her bedroom. She hoped that Drogo would leave her alone but she wasn't too hopeful. Changing into her pyjamas, Dany set her shoes back into the closet and the jewellery back where she had found it. She set the dress in a neat pile by the door before laying back on her bed. As tipsy as she was, Dany was far too on edge to actually let herself fall asleep.

Dany was right not to be to hopeful, for the moment Robb and Jon left, Drogo was ascending the steps, with one destination in mind. Her bedroom. Busting open the door, he stepped inside, taking off his suit jacket and placing it on the hook on the back of the door.

"So... I couldn't help but notice, it seems you've caught the eye of the new kid." Of course, he was talking about Jon. "Now I'm just trying to decide if I should teach the boy a lesson early before he gets himself in to some trouble." Drogo turned around to face Dany, unbuttoning his shirt to make himself more comfortable. "What do you think?"

Dany jumped, sitting bolt right up when Drogo slammed the bedroom door open. Her eyes widened as she scooted back, pulling her legs up and crossing them in front of her. She watched him warily, her breathe hitching at Drogo's words. She hadn't even noticed Jon eyeing her, she had never been too quick to pick up on things like that.

She gave a timid shake of her head, tugging her bottom lip between her teeth. "Drogo... he's new. He doesn't know what he's doing," she paused for a moment, glancing down to her lap. "Besides, it's not like I belong to you. I'm your assistant, remember?" Daenarys countered, realizing all too late that her mouth was about to get her into trouble. Drogo, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it... not like that," she tried, a frown forming on her face. "I just... mean as far as he knows, y'know?"

Drogos nose was wrinkled up and his mouth was twisted in a snarl, "You better watch your words, you dumb bitch. You do belong to me." He hissed. "You agreed to that, remember?" He tried to calm himself down. "If he tries to even lay a hand on you, I will break every bone in his fucking body, you got that?"

He got closer to Daenerys, wanting nothing more than to bust her upside her mouth for her smart ass comment, but he was trying to restrain. He couldn't bang her up and leave bruises and then expect her to seduce men into giving up their money.

The threat was enough for Dany to start shaking, even if it wasn't directed toward her. She had noticed the blood on his hands, the way his knuckles were red and irritated. Probably from hitting Henderson time and time again. Dany squeaked, nodding hurriedly as she forced herself to look up at Drogo to meet his gaze. This situation was all too similar to that morning to her and she felt the overall mood in the room shift.

"I know I did, I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything by that," Dany tried to reason as she sat up a bit straighter, wrapping her fingers around the bottom of her shirt. She felt stupid and naive in the moment as she eyed Drogo, afraid of doing anything for the possibility of upsetting him. "I... should we..?" Dany didn't know how else to hint at sleeping together btu she thought that if she showed some sort of willingness to learn and improve, it might help calm Drogo down and maybe he would be gentler if she tried.