The Khalasar kept moving. Khal Drogo was many things; ruthless, undefeated and aggressive but most importantly he was my father. Illyrio Mopatis had something for my father. No one would answer my into my father's lap, I begged him to tell me.
"Daddy, what will you get?"
A Khal smiled for many reasons; the thrill of battle, the love for a woman, the rush of dominance over beasts. But my father often gave me different smiles, ones soft and full of love.
"My Little Butterfly, you must wait for what I will give you."
I pouted but I nodded. When the Khals saddled up again, I rode with my Daddy. I was the most important person to him. He would burn villages, kill thousands for me if he needed. I assumed he loved me more than the other khals loved their sons, let alone their daughters. I was the only child in the khalasar who dared to climb in their father's lap and demand answers, the only one to ride with a khal.
We soon arrived. It looked funny. Instead of huts, there were odd looking rectangles everywhere and smaller squares leading up to them. My father stopped and ordered me to the back, as much as he loved me, being a perceived "soft" khal was out of the question.
Soon my father came back, guiding us to a place to camp. I went to my father's tent but was redirected. Confusion circled me. I slept in my father's tent. He didn't like me far away.
Most of the Khalasar went back to the funky looking place. I wandered around the camp. The group of children in the Khalasar didn't like me much, I looked too different from them. The slaves were at another section, but I wasn't allowed to help them. My father killed the previous overseer for whipping me and forbid me to help the slaves. I still did what I could. Walking the line between being dothraki and being an individual was something I grew quite good at. My father was the same, only the line was between being an undefeated khal and a great father. There was something odd about tonight. Daddy came back but there was another person. She was beautiful but scared. My arm was grabbed, it was Rakharo.
"Zhali, why are you awake? The moon has awoken."
"Who is the pretty woman?"
Rakharo smiled at me. He had always been kind to me, that is why Daddy had Rakharo watch over me.
"I promise, Butterfly. Your father will explain soon."
Nodding, I walked with Rakharo to a tent. Inside a fur had been prepared for me to sleep on.
"Good night, Uncle Rakharo."
It was a nickname I had given him. I only used it if tired or whiny though. I guess it could be that I had traveled constantly but that was no different than usual. If Irri was here, she would tell me that questioning my father and dreaming to much would use all of my energy. Dazing off, I dreamt of something odd, eggs breaking open, ravens and swords and violet eyes crying.
I was awake earlier than most. There was something wrong. Fear and pain. Violet eyes. Every night since we came, the violet eyes cried. I didn't know what they were. I never knew someone with violet eyes. Trying to be quiet, I snuck out of Rakharo's tent only to be caught by Rakharo and my father.
"And where do you think you're going, little one?"
"Uhh-"
I was promptly picked up by my father, his laughs vibrating through his chest. He carried me into his tent and called for Irri.
"Introduce my little butterfly to my Khaleesi."
My heart stopped. I didn't know what to feel. Daddy never talked about my mother and many of the crones said that I shouldn't have been alive. I had never had a mommy. All I ever knew was my daddy. But mommies are supposed to be there.
Irri lead me to the back. I was terrified. What if she hated me? What if I was what the crones said, something that shouldn't be alive? What if she didn't want to be my mommy?
"Khaleesi, this is the Khal's daughter," Irri pushed me forward.
"Hi..", I didn't know what to say. She was beautiful. She was the moon, pale and eyrie. Did that make my Daddy her sun? What about me? Her eyes met mine, they were colored like the lavender at the markets. She was scared. Maybe she's just as scared of meeting me as I am of her.
-Dany's POV-
She had been sold like cattle. And raped like a bitch. But it was better. She was learning how to please him. Learning how to become the khaleesi to a great khal. Drogo said he had a surprise for her but this, the little girl no more than 6, stood before her was not what she was expecting.
She was small. She had Drogo's eyes, the pale green and grey mist color reached to her.
"What name?" Dany tried but her dothraki still was rudimentary at best.
"Zhali."
"Zhalia." The child corrected Irri's oversight.
"Zhalia not a name. Zhalia is creature, bug." Irri refuted.
"Daddy calls me Zhalia. I am Zhalia." The child was argumentative and Irri looked resigned to the fate of arguing with a child over the child's own name. The child knew the common tongue though, not many here did.
"My name is Daenerys." The child looked over at her. She expected to see Drogo's presence, aura in his child but all she could see was a little girl. She's scared. Of me?
Before she could stop herself, Daenerys asked why she was afraid: "Why fear?"
"I talk in common tongue. I worry you no like me." The child was incredibly intelligent but, she had trouble with the sentence grammar. Dany's heart reached out to the girl; she was having the same problem with Dothraki..
" I will not hurt you. "
The glimpse of a motherless little girl in those eyes, melted Dany. "I think we'll get along just fine. Great."
The ear splitting grin, full of teeth shined brightly at her and now she was hooked to this sweet child.