Daenyx, one of two last living male Targaryens, was considered a gentle soul when compared to his elder brother, Viserys. When he was given to the Dothraki (for whatever reason the user decides), the Dothraki men believed him to be like a young boy of five due to his merciful and gentle personality.

But with Daenyx's merciful tendencies, came fury when he saw his elder brother smacking their sister across the face. Daenyx was well aware that Viserys was wedded to their sister, but it gave him no right to assault her.

Which is why that night, Daenyx dragged his sister into his tent. Daenyx was sat across from her, his hands placing on either side of her face whilst he rubbed his thumbs soothingly across the bruise that still stained her flesh.

"A dragon does not harm his dragoness, sister. Say the word and I will convince the Dothraki to do something about him."

Daenyx assured, his voice a whisper. Daenyx loved his brother, no, he loved the man Viserys once was. But the man in his brothers body was cruel, greedy... and filled with madness.

Daenyx felt his heart shatter as his sister shook her head. She was afraid, he could see it in her eyes, whether she was afraid of Viserys finding out and beating her or afraid of losing one of the last men of her family, it did not matter. She was scared that was what mattered.