The Khal and his Queen
(This is the way I would like Drogo and Daenerys' story to have gone. I'll keep some of the details from the book, but Drogo is staying in the land of the living. Daenerys is a lot smarter than she is in the show and book)
Dany's P.O.V
Dany watched from her spot in the threshold as the Dothraki Khal and his riders rode into the courtyard on horseback. Almost immediately, she was both frightened and interested in the man that sat tall in front of her. His long hair was braided and jingled with the dozens of bells that were tied into his hair. From her spot, his eyes looked almost black; a type of dye had been used to make his eyelids turn black. A way to make him look fiercer, her brother Viserys had explained to her. He was a handsome man, she had to admit. His chest was bare and painted with bright blue tattoos; his legs were covered in some sort of animal hide that fell loosely around his legs. A large blade was strapped over his back, and a smaller one to his thigh. Dany couldn't tell if he had seen her or not, but the moment she took a step forward towards the powerful man his eyes snapped up to her.
She was drawn to him, his eyes, his face, his power, even the braid that fell down his back. Blood was on his red stallion, she hoped it was animal, but she couldn't tell the difference. The wind was sending a whiff of his deep scent towards her. He smelt like horses and sweat, and man. It was the first time she'd smelt something quite so strange, but yet it was a simple blend that fit the man to a 'T'.
Magister Illyrio was speaking to the Khal in a language that Dany had never heard before. It was harsh and deep; it sounded like it was being spoken from the chest, instead of the light words she was used to hearing. He had told her of the people the Khal was head of, the language that they spoke, yet when she asked for him to teach her a few things, he refused. He claimed that her brother wanted to ensure that the engagement would really happen before she learnt any of the foreign words. The Khal had yet to look at Illyrio, but kept his eyes on Dany, taking in her dress and appearance. When she moved to step forward, Viserys painfully gripped her wrist and pulled her back and close to him so he could hiss his words in her ear.
"You see how long his hair is? When the Dothraki are defeated in battle they cut off their braids to show their shame. Khal Drogo has never been defeated." His sly face turned up into a deadly smirk as he increased the pressure on her wrist. Silently, Dany moaned at the pain. The mark would be deep and dark when it came forth from the skin. "And you will be his queen." Dany pushed back the pain that he was causing her, it was even worse when he released her and the blood poured into the empty veins. Magister Illyrio called her forward and slowly she began to take the steps down the stairs to meet her future husband.
Her feet were bare and she felt the texture on her soles. Gravel dug into the soft skin, leaving impressions and even some cuts. Her beautiful gown dragged on the floor, catching on a few stones as she went. The long steps felt endless, the closer she got the mighty Khal the more freighted she grew of him. He was huge compared to her, his frame was tall and wide, and muscles bulged around arm rings and jewelry. She was a short and thin woman, barely able the reach and touch the top of her bed, let alone come even close to this man's size. Her worries became fears, and fears became terrors and she finally stopped at the bottom of the steps and the Khal was still on top of his stallion.
Her wrist still pained her, but with all the courage she had, she bent her knee and curtseyed to the Khal, then looked up at him as she raised her eyes full of hope.
She could not read his eyes; she never could read anyone's eyes. It was not a skill she acquired during her years with her brother. She only knew three looks: anger, pity, and disappointment. Khal Drogo's eyes held none of those things, in fact, they were almost warm. She raised herself up and took another step forward, towards his horse, and reached her hand out to touch its mane. At first, the horse jerked, causing the Khal to pull on his reins. Dany jumped back slightly in surprise, but quickly moved forward again to pet the animal. This time the beast just whined and shook its head.
The Khal said something down to her, in a deep, rough voice. Seeing as she knew no Dothraki, she turned to Illyrio for a translation, which he willingly gave. "The Khal says the animal likes you, a rare thing." Dany smiled slightly and looked up at the Khal again before stepping back to her place at the end of the steps. She expected him to say something again and ride off, but he didn't. Instead, he jumped off the beast and walked towards her, stopping just before he stepped on her toes. He reached for her right hand, the same hand Viserys had bruised, and lifted it for him to inspect. Out of sheer shock, Dany just stood there and allowed him to touch the incredibly sore bone. Viserys sometimes didn't know his own strength, so he often left marks on her flesh even if it wasn't his intent. It didn't bother him, though. The more he instilled in her was best for him.
Drogo was gentle with her abused flesh, more gentle than Dany would expect for such a large man. He turned in, touched it, and tested how bad it was before he spoke to her in harsh words with a gentle tone. "Illyrio?" she asked, not turning her eyes away from the man before her.
"The Khal is asking if your wrist hurts you, or if it is broken, princess?" Dany nodded vaguely to herself, the inner woman wanting to shout of the pain the lightest of touches was causing her, but instead she just smiled at him and shook her head. Again, Drogo spoke, in a harsher tone than before. "The Khal asks why you're lying to protect your brother." Dany's head snapped around to look at Viserys, he'd not moved from his spot, but his eyes glowed with fury. Dany sent him a pleading look, hoping that the dragon wouldn't wake.
"Tell the Khal my brother was simply testing my wrist from a previous injury. He wanted to see how it was healing." The lie came with little ease as she started at her brother, his eyes flaming, before she turned back to the Khal. "But I appreciate the concern." And with a smiled to the Khal she pulled herself back and up onto the first step.
The Khal seemed amused by her response before turning and jumping onto his stallion. He snapped a few words at Illyrio before he rode off with his riders behind him, the sound of the hooves banging on the ground like thunder in a storm.
It was only seconds before Viserys was rushing towards her like an arrow on fire. His form was shaking with rage and his eyes a violet deep of anger. "You damned stupid girl. What were you thinking, are you trying to keep us from going home?" Viserys took hold of her shoulders and fiercely shook her back and forth causing her head to bob on her shoulders. Pain exploded in her brain from the motion. Her front temple ticked with intensity and her eyes began to blur. She felt a blackout close to taking effect.
"Your Grace, as much as it is in your right to treat your sister as you wish, I would not suggest that you leave marks on her skin. The Dothraki are quite possessive of their women, the Khal can be the worst for it." Viserys stopped his shaking and glared down at his sister, debating whether or not to take the advice. Finally, after a moment, he pushed her away from him. It was such a sudden movement that she tripped over her dress and fell back against the steps, her hip contacting with the rough rock.
Viserys stormed off in a huff, while Illyrio came forward to help her up from the ground. "I'm sorry my dear, I know he is a scary man, but when His Grace choose him he only thought of which would be best to gain back his throne. I'm sure he means well." Dany nodded her head slightly and turned from him, walking gracefully up the stone steps. She paused when she reached the top.
"If I am to marry the Khal of the Dothraki, I should know how to speak Dothraki. Please send someone to me who is fluent in the language. I wish not to upset my husband on our wedding." With that, Dany left for her chambers seeking the warmth of her bed and the elixir for her head.
Drogo's POV
Drogo sat in the circle around the fire, women dancing around him with bare breasts and smiles directed at him, but he felt no interest to take the women, not since seeing the beauty that was to be his wife. His mind couldn't rid the image of her pale hair, fragile skin, and violet eyes. She was a rare beauty to find in the world, he'd never seen anyone quite like her before, and she intrigued him.
While his bloodriders made jokes about her worm of a brother, Drogo watched the flames with growing disinterest in the conversation. The man was a runt compared to him, yet he had the ability to scare the girl more than Drogo even could. Just the simple mention of his faults sent the girl into fear. Her wrist would have a deep bruise when they wed, and any other marks he found on her would not surprise him. He knew the type of man the worm was, he couldn't make himself feel good so he took it out on an innocent girl instead. Drogo knew that one day he'd be put in a place to kill him, and he'd do so with great pleasure.
"Why so quiet Khal? We're here to serve you." One of the women sat in his lap and rubbed her bareness against his chest. He immediately pushed her away and rose from his spot, stalking over to his tent, some peace and quiet, and perhaps some time to think, would make all the difference in the world for him.
As he sat on his bed, thinking of the pale beauty, he could hear the questions being asked around the camp. He'd brought his entire Khalisar out to meet this girl, hoping she'd be something other than the usual women he saw around Vaes Dothrak every year. The wedding would be a great event for the Khalisar. Many have come to him, asking him about a future Khalessi, but he hadn't had the answer for them. His wedding night he'd take the girl in the night sky, as the stallion does, but it was after he was worried about. He did not speak her language, and she did not speak his. An effort to learn would take time, and he couldn't explain to her why he treats her as he will easily.
Drogo rose from his bed and paced the length of the tent, back and forth back and forth. He couldn't get her out of his head. The urge to go to her and fuck her was so overwhelming that he needed a cold bath to cool down.
With the idea in mind he sprinted for the water, hoping the cold would do him some good and keep the pale beauty out of his mind.