The House of Gold and Bones

Drogo really need to blow of some steam. He couldn't imagine why that girl was able to get under his skin so badly, work him up so much. Storming into the kitchen, he yelled for a maid and when one showed, he grabbed her by her hair and forced her into the basement. He was with her down there for what seemed like hours, blowing off steam by fucking the shit out of her. Not gently either. By the end of it, the girl was in tears, shaking, unable to keep herself standing up on her own. Drogo shook his head and threw her dress at her, watching as she just leaned against the desk he had down there.

"What is up with all of these weak fucking bitches?" He groaned, pulling on his jeans and going back up to the kitchen. At this moment, Drogo wished for nothing more than for Daenerys to see how weak of a punk her brother was, to get mad about it, and want to get revenge on him. He wanted nothing more than for her to realize family didn't mean shit when they didn't care for you; he could see she had a spark inside of her and he wanted to light it aflame, but it wasn't his job to do that.

Daenarys eventually moved away from the bedroom door, pulling on a tshirt and a pair of pyjama pants. She climbed under the covers of her bed, pulling them tight against her. It was a relief to be in bed, away from the rest of her worries. Dany was still afraid that Drogo would burst into the room at any moment but she at least hoped that he would leave her alone for the rest of the night. Having worn herself out crying, it wasn't long before Dany had fallen into an uneasy sleep. She tossed and turned the rest of the night.

By the time the morning rolled around, her blankets were shoved to the bottom of the bed and she was curled into a tight ball in a subconscious effort to protect herself. Dany laid quiet for nearly an hour before she rose to her feet, unsure of what to do. She wondered about heading downstairs to grab some breakfast but knowing there was a very real chance of running into Drogo, she opted to look out the window of her room.

Dany crossed her arms as she looked over the back yard, her thoughts drifting to her brother and what he possibly could be doing at the moment. She was sure he was probably passed out or on a rant to some pour soul but she had a small sense of hope that maybe he really was trying to change things so that he could pay Drogo back and she could leave.

Drogo had woken up with an absolute rager of a headache. He kept all of his blinds in his room pulled, making sure the room stayed shrouded in darkness as if it was still in the middle of the night. He grunted when a knock came at his door and a maid opened it, "Sir, Jon just arrived. He's hoping to speak with you?" The maid was petite, flat chested with long dark hair.

"Jon?" Drogo scoffed, a little surprised that the young boy decided to show up here after what they had done to that poor sod in his basement. "He can wait for the moment- come here." Drogo smirked, rubbing himself through his jeans.

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Once the maid had sucked Drogo off and he had gotten dressed, he left his room, barely giving Daenerys' door a glance, but he did kick it and exclaimed that breakfast should be done by now. He took the stairs by two, a large smile appearing on his face on the sight of Jon. "You're more of a man than I thought!" He chuckled, slapping Jon's shoulder and leading him into the dining room.

"I told you I wanted in." Jon still seemed a little shaken up, but he was trying to come off as more solid. He looked over his shoulder up the stairs thinking of the blond girl he had met the first night he came here as Drogo led him away to where breakfast was waiting.

Daenarys jolted on the bed, her eyes widening as she glanced toward the bedroom door. The unmistakable sound of Drogo's voice was enough to set fear straight to her core as her stomach twisted into an uncomfortable knot. She lingered on the bed, not even wanting to go downstairs but she had a feeling that if she didn't, it would only serve to piss Drogo off. With what had happened last night, Dany didn't want to press her luck any more than she already had.

She reluctantly drew to her feet, deciding to change into a pair of jeans and a plain long sleeved shirt. Since there were a few, lingering bruises from her time with Drogo, Dany didn't know if she should hide them or not. She opted to be on the safe side before heading downstairs, trying to ignore the nerves that only continued to grow.

Dany stepped into the dining room, her heart skipping a beat when she saw Drogo sitting at the front of the table. He seemed to look up at the same time and she looked down to her feet, not even having the courage to speak. She had noticed Jon sitting in the same spot he had the night before and she almost wanted to go sit beside him but she resisted the urge. Drogo had been ready to kill Jon for eyeing Dany up the night before, Dany didn't want to add any more fuel to the fire.

Clearing her throat, Dany drew in a deep breathe as she took a hesitant step forward. It was a drastic change from the girl that Jon had seen the night before.

Drogo cracked his knuckles over the table, hoping it would send Dany an urgent reminder that around guests she was meant to have a smile on and be friendly. "You remember Daenerys right? After all that commotion we had with Robb and our client, you may have forgotten." He chuckled, "Poor lass isn't feeling to well today." He watched as Dany came to take a seat next to him.

"Aye, I remember." Jon smiled at her, his British accent heavy. "Hope you aren't feeling to down."

Drogo turned to gesture towards a maid to come service them, "Bring Daenerys a tall glass of orange juice and some more beers for Jon and I." He smiled. Turning back to his guest, he couldn't help but ask, "So, last night really didn't make you go home crying to your momma, huh?" He couldn't help but laugh at the idea.

Jon shook his head and chuckled, "No, sir. I can handle it."

"We'll see to that then." Drogo smirked.

Drogo's knuckles cracking was the only reminder that Dany needed. She paled slightly, swallowing the lump that had formed in her throat. She offered a smile to Jon as she sat, smoothing down her shirt. "Just think that I drank a little too much wine last night is all. Nothing to be worried about," Daenarys explained quickly. She hoped she had avoided the bullet easily enough that she would also manage to avoid Drogo's wrath when Jon left. She knew that she had messed up and knowing that was enough to have her heart racing so hard it felt like it was going to beat out of her chest.

"Thank you," Dany was quick to thank the maid when she set a glass of juice down in front of her. She smiled, reaching for the glass. She took a sip before setting the glass back down, looking down to her lap. Her head shot up at Drogo's question, eyeing both Jon and Drogo warily. It was more than she would have expected Drogo to willingly talk in about in front of her.

Dany cleared her throat, sitting back after taking yet another sip of her juice. She thanked the maid when their breakfast was brought out, focusing on eating so that she wouldn't have to worry about too much else hopefully.

Drogo relaxed back in his seat once Daenerys started to act in a manner that pleased him. He didn't need this young boy worrying about her, wondering why she was upset- he needed Jon to focus if he was actually serious about following in Drogos footsteps.

The maid sat Drogos plate in front of him, a heaping serving of eggs, bacon, toast and diced potatoes. He picked up a piece of bacon and took a large bite before beginning to speak to Jon again. "I have another test for you then." Drogo smiled, "Were having a party this weekend, I'll fill you in on the details later, but just know it'll take more stomach than what was needed last time." Drogo laughed, before focusing on his food.

Drogo wasn't stupid, he could tell there was something off putting about the boy and he was going to figure it out. He didn't know if one of the other Families in the city had hired him as a mole or what, but if he found out Robb knew anything about it, Drogo would have both of their heads.

Dany was relieved that she could just focus her attention on the food that had been placed in front of her. She was trying her best not to listen in on the conversation that took place between Drogo and Jon but she couldn't help it. With it happening right there, there was no ignoring it. She frowned slightly at the mention of a test but of course, she kept her questions to herself because she knew it wasn't her place to ask Drogo what he could have possibly meant.

She cleared her throat as she finished up on her pile of pancakes, taking a large sip of her juice as she sat back. Dany looked up, a blush covering her cheeks when she realized that both Jon and Drogo were now looking at her since she had cleared her throat. Dany hesitated, setting down her glass.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything. Please carry on," Dany was quick to speak, motioning for them to do just that. The way that Drogo was staring at her made her shift uncomfortably, looking down to her lap as she smoothed the material of her jeans down.

Drogo grew even more annoyed as Dany forced their attention on her. He tried to hold back an eye roll as he looked back at Jon, deciding it was time to cut the bullshit.

"What kind of family do you come from Jon? What does your mom do? Your father?" Drogo's question seemed to catch Jon off guard. Jon's eyebrows knit together and it was as if he was racking his brain for an answer. That was one red flag to Drogo.

"My father is a small claims lawyer and my mother is an elementary school teacher, nothing to interesting..." Jon trailed off.

Drogo nodded, picking up his knife from his dinner and twirling it around in his hand. "Seems like the kind of white picket fence life that doesn't really stroll down my kind of business' path..." Drogo smiled. "So... what makes you want to join this family then? Why not go off to be... a policeman? Or a doctor?"

Jon seemed to grow more and more uncomfortable, but before he could answer, Drogo laughed. Loudly. "Calm down, son, I'm just trying to get to know you." He smirked, getting up to walk behind Jon and rub his shoulders. "Robb will have the details on your test. Get it done quickly for me, okay?" Drogo's smirk never left his face.

Dany wasn't the least bit hungry but she forced herself to cut off tiny pieces of her pancakes and eat them, one by one as she listened to Drogo and Jon speak. It wasn't too far out of the ordinary for her. Back when she had lived with Vic, she didn't do a whole lot of talking when she was home. Vic usually wasn't when she was home and even if he was, he never seemed to want to be involved in any sort of conversation with her. She had learned the art of being quiet in her own home, she hadn't really had much of a choice.

She only looked up when Drogo laughed, startled by how unnatural the noise had sounded to her. Dany felt her stomach twist as she watched him squeeze Jon's shoulders, watching the way the smirk never quite left his face. She knew just how dangerous Drogo was, he had more than proved that to her. She wondered if Jon knew, if Jon had any true clue what he was getting himself into her.

Dany's heart was pounding as she took a sip of her orange juice, trying her best to calm her nerves. She didn't look up from her plate after that, finding it harder and harder to force herself to finish eating but still, she managed to. She didn't know if it would upset Drogo if she left food on the plate but she wasn't about to find out. Especially not with how the past day had gone. Pushing her plate away slightly, Dany settled her hands in her lap and studied the empty space in front of her silently.

After breakfast, Drogo walked Jon to the door, still having his hand on his shoulder. He wasn't stupid, he knew he needed to keep an eye on this boy. "Remember what I said, quickly." Drogo reminded him. The paper he had slid to the boy at the table was a hit, on a popular politician that was giving Drogo a lot of problems. If Jon managed to bring Drogo his head, he would feel a little more easy around Jon, and he would know for sure that Jon was serious about wanting to be in this business.

Drogo watched Jon leave his home, heading towards his car. He turned back around and sighed, looking at Dany still sitting at the dinner table. He rubbed his nose and walked back into the room. "I don't trust him." Drogo frowned, sitting back down at the table, but now next to her. "What do you think?" He asked her, "It's obvious he's not like me. Why does he want to do this kind of work?" He looked Dany over, not sure why he was asking her opinion at all. Maybe it was because she was looking at it from the outside, so to say.

Dany stared down at her hands that were placed in her lap when the boys left the room. She wanted to just head back up to her room but she didn't know if that would end up pushing Drogo off the deep end or not and that was the last thing she wanted. She just wanted to have a day of peace and she hoped that that was somehow possible. Clearing her throat when Drogo appeared, Dany looked up momentarily before back down to her lap. She frowned when Drogo spoke, looking up to him slowly. "I... I don't know? He's probably just not used to this work yet..." she trailed off, shrugging. Dany wanted to give Jon the benefit of the doubt. She couldn't imagine someone willingly going into this line of work but if that's what he was after, Dany wasn't going to judge him.

"Can I go back to my room now?" Dany asked after a few beats of silence. She hated being in Drogo's presence and she thought that he wouldn't want anything else out of her. At least not until later in the day.

Drogo frowned, "I don't even know why I asked you." He shook his head, "You're dumber than a bag of rocks." He sighed, insulting her out of emotion. He was tired and annoyed, and he knew something was up with Jon. "Yeah, go on." He waved her away as he stood up and walked back around the table, picking his beer bottle back up and slamming the rest of it down.

He knew he couldn't trust Rob to scope Jon out, because if Jon was a rat, Rob had been the one to bring Jon to him. He grabbed his phone out of his pocket and called Dany's brother. "Viserys." He laughed, "No time to talk, friend." He sat back down at his table, "I have a job for you. And if you don't do as I say to the letter, I'm going to scalp your little sister."

Dany couldn't stop herself from rolling her eyes when Drogo insulted her. She wasn't going to take his opinion very seriously because she didn't think Drogo could say a single nice thing about anyone, let alone her. Standing the moment that Drogo told her she could, she headed up the stairs and once she was half way up them, she all but ran the rest of the way. Just to get further away from him, faster.

Slipping back into her pajamas, Dany climbed under the covers of her bed and reached for her study materials. She had to do all the studying that she could, whenever she could. If she wanted to pass her schooling with flying colors, Dany was willing to dedicate all of her energy to it. Flipping open her book, Dany got right into studying.

Drogo placed the phone down on the table after threatening Viserys into doing some detective work on Jon. That was all the little rat was good for after all. Definitely wasn't good on repayment. He got up and went to the living room for a few hours, sitting on the recliner with a beer in his hand, watching some sport event on television. He couldn't even really tell anyone what was going on, because instead, his mind was elsewhere.

He couldn't stop thinking of the possibility that Jon was a rat, and if he was, then Robb was also untrustworthy. And if Viserys brought him back news he didn't like, Viserys would probably also feel Drogo's wrath. He sipped at his beer, contemplating all of this until almost five in the afternoon.

Finally pulling himself up from his chair, he made his way up the stairs, peeking into Dany's room. "Why are you studying so hard?" He asked, the smell of alcohol rolling off of him.

At some point, Dany realized that she was hungry but she also had no real clue where Drogo was and if she would run into him if she headed downstairs to the kitchen. She didn't want to, not with the way things had been left off when she headed upstairs. Instead, Dany focused her attention on the materials set out in front of her, taking notes as she needed to.

Dany only looked up when her door started to open, knowing full well who was going to be on the other side. She shrugged, looking away from him when the smell of alcohol smacked her in the face. Drogo was a large man, it would take a lot to get him drunk. She chewed on the inside of her lip, not really sure how to answer Drogo.

"I... just want to pass my schooling. Then I can get a better paying job with better hours," Dany explained quietly, glancing up toward him. She was careful to shut the book she was currently reading. "Do you need me tonight? I should probably start getting ready if you do..." she trailed off, her stomach souring at the thought of having to spend time with Drogo while he was so inebriated.

Drogo crossed his arms, tapping his beer bottle against her door frame and staring her down. "Why do you need to be able to get a good job?" He continued to question her, "After all, you're going to be here with me." He stated, stepping further into her room, using his foot to kick her door closed. Drogo knew he would be coming off intimidating, and he didn't care. He liked seeing Dany squirm.

Drogo sat his bottle down on her night stand, "Don't I have enough wealth to take care of you?" He smirked, sitting down on her bed and shoving her book off the other side, hearing it clatter to the ground.

Dany's eyes flickered to the door as it clicked shut, her heart racing as Drogo stepped further into the room. Her stomach churned ad she tried to remind herself to 'behave' according to his rules. She remembered what would happen if she pissed Drogo off and just the thought of being beaten down again made her heart skip a beat.

"If I get a better job, I can pay off Vic's debt then I'm out of here. If he screws up again after that..." Dany whispered, trailing off toward the end. She shrugged her shoulders, her eyes flitting everywhere but at Drogo because she didn't want to see his reaction to her words.

Drogo laughed, a hearty laugh that he could feel all the way in his stomach. He doubled over, clenching his side as he looked at her. "Pay off Vic's debt?" He asked, he couldn't care less about the money Vic owed him. "His debt was erased the moment he handed you over to me. You are the debt." He chuckled, shaking his head. "You're mine forever, princess." He smiled, sitting down on her bed and looking her up and down.

The shock on Dany's face was enough to keep Drogo smiling as he lifted his beer bottle off of her nightstand to take another swig. "Did you really think I'd ever just let you leave?"

Dany's face hardened when Drogo started to laugh at her. Her eyes narrowed as she sat up, tilting her head to the side as she listened to him. SHe moved further away from Drogo the moment that he sat down on the bed, a sneer on her lips. She was suddenly forgetting what could happen if she ended up pushing Drogo in the wrong way.

"No I'm not!" Dany snapped, pointing a finger at him. "Whatever money Vic owed you, I'll pay that. And then I'm free. I leave and I never have to see your fuckin' face again," she hissed, moving to stand up off the bed. She shook her head, backing away from him. "Get out of my room. I need to rest. I have an important exam in a few days," she muttered, looking away from him.