A./N.: Hey there, everyone! Here's me again. It's been almost two years since my last fic, and it's my first (and perhaps last) one for this fandom and pairing. So don't expect too much from this... To be honest, I myself don't like it too much. But I have loved the idea of these two together through both the books and the TV show, and I have had this idea in my mind for around a year. In the end, it's still the first fanfic I was able to write since 2010, and that kinda means a lot to me, so I'm posting it even though it's not that good. I hope you can find a bit of entertainment here nonetheless. :)

Also, this is based a lot more on the way things happened in the books than on the way they happened in the TV series. This is not too noticeable in this chapter, but will be in the next one. By the way, this will be a two-shot.


She was given to me on my wedding day by my brother, as one of the many bride gifts I received on that occasion. She was bought as a slave and her main function was, in Viserys's words, "instruct me in the arts of love", which was his euphemism to say that she was going to teach me how to please my new husband in bed, so that he would be happy and would give my brother the army and the crown he wanted.

I was absolutely sure that his choice of words was simply because of the presence of Magister Illyrio, maybe even of Ser Jorah, but definitely not because of me. Viserys never controlled his words for my sake. If it had been just the two of us, he would have probably told me that she was there to teach me how to fuck khal Drogo, and maybe his whole khalasar, if that's what it took him to conquer his throne. It's not like he hadn't already said that, word by word, after all.

But still, those were the words he used on that day, even though I perfectly understood the meaning behind them. And I hated him even a bit more than I already did for forcing me to marry that barbarian, because he had just added to that the public embarrassment of his "gift". I couldn't help but blushing; but looking around, I quickly realized I was the only one to show any kind of reaction. Everyone else was probably too polite to manifest any thoughts on that.

I decided I'd just leave it alone, as I almost always did when it came to my brother, and pretend to have appreciated his consideration. I'd let the slave serve me, as the other 2 he also gave me that night for different purposes, but I would not ask of her those specific services. Surely she could be useful for cooking or helping me bathe, or even for company, since apparently she was the only one who spoke the Common Tongue well around there.

And so it was for the next moons, more than I dared to count. She would talk to me, and she even started learning dothraki with me from Jhiqi. She would tell me tales she had heard from all of Essos, legends and stories of kings, queens, princes, princesses, merchants, and even of dragons, since she soon learnt those were my favorite (and, as it turns out, hers too), to distract me during the long hours of riding. When night came and the khalasar camped somewhere, the three of them would help me off my mare and bathe me and take care of my wounds; but Doreah's touch was always the most tender. It was almost like she cared, like she wasn't doing that simply because she was my slave and was thus expected to, and risking punishment if she didn't.

Still, I was numb to all of that. I was numb to everything around me, as I had to be, otherwise I would not have been able to take it. Otherwise I would have died... as I almost did. As I almost certainly would have, if she had not intervened. At the time, I wondered why she did. Why would she care about the fact that I cried myself to sleep every night? Why would she care that I had to muffle my sobs as my husband took me every night? Was that making it harder for her to sleep? But if that was the reason... then why would she also care that I barely ate, that my bones were visible, that the dark circles under my eyes just grew larger?

I was not used to kindness, and I was certainly not expecting to receive any... not from anyone, but especially not from a slave. I tried in vain to search for the hidden motives behind her actions, but I couldn't find them no matter how hard I thought about it. But the fact was that she was offering help... and I desperately needed help, any help. Even if that came from a slave. After all, that was still better than the help I had been considering up to that point; the help that came from a leather string tied to a tree forming a noose where I could stick my head through. I was not in a position to deny any form of help. Even if it meant taking her "lessons" after all.

Up to the evening I called her aside and asked her to teach me what she knew, however, I would have never imagined that those lessons wouldn't involve just the theory of it. But just a few moments later, I found myself lying flat on my back, with the lysene girl on top of me, her dark hair falling around her face and down her back, moving her hips against mine, and telling me that that was how I was supposed to do to my husband. The breath was caught in my throat and my heart beat way faster than normal, but I kept telling myself it was just because of the unexpectedness of it all.

I tried to push her off of me, telling her khal Drogo would never agree to do things that way – that was not how the dothrakis did it. But apparently she was smart as well as talented, because what she said did make sense: if my husband had wanted things to be done the dothraki way, he would have chosen a dothraki woman to marry. If he chose to marry me, then he would probably be open for a bit of change; I just had to learn the right things to do, the things which, according to her, would make him unable to deny me anything. Maybe she was right... so all I could do was lie down and let her straddle me again and place my hands on either side of her hips, so that I could feel and learn even the littlest of her movements.

My heart rate hadn't lowered the slightest bit. If anything, if was growing higher and higher, and I could really not understand why at first. That is, until I realized I was actually enjoying whatever she was doing. Not only no one had ever touched me that softly, which on its own would be enough to give me part of that tingly sensation I was feeling... but there was something else. Something else that was making me suddenly feel hot all over my body, but especially where her hands were roaming and her pelvis was pressing onto mine. Something else that was enough to make me gasp when her fingers reached a certain spot. I wasn't sure I actually had the capacity to learn anything anymore; my mind was way to hazy for that at that moment. But I wasn't about to interrupt the "lesson" to object either.

That was the first time in my life that physical contact felt enjoyable, extremely so. It wasn't like when my brother touched my face or my hair or the small of my back, seemingly softly, but still with the always present threat of "waking the dragon", and it most definitely was not like when he hit me either. And it was also very different from the way my husband touched me. I always knew that he intended no harm, that he was doing it just like every other dothraki mandid, and he simply saw no evil in that... but still that knowledge did not change the fact that it was always a nightmare. It was also not like when the servants or slaves washed me and brushed my hair, even if that was the closest comparison I had; but on those occasions, it was always dutiful, methodical, cold.

With Doreah, it was different. I would not know how to explain what made it different... but I could feel that it was. I could feel it with every fiber of my body, with every little patch of skin that reacted to her touch until I felt like I was literally exploding. I was actually surprised to find out that I was still in one piece, because that just did not seem possible. And suddenly I understood why she had said that, soon, my husband would be willing to grant my every wish. If I could make him feel anything similar to what I had just felt... then that much was very obvious.

Because, at that moment, I felt like I would do anything that girl asked me to, even if she was the slave and I was the khaleesi. I would do anything... even stay alive. In the end, that was what made me decide to live; that was what saved me. She was what saved me. For the next moon or so, I found all the possible excuses to continue with our "lessons". I was still not sure whether I was learning any practical skills... but I needed that. I needed her, I needed our time together, I needed her touch, I needed the time we spent talking afterwards.

I enjoyed listening to her tell me about her life, and about how she had learnt everything she was now teaching me, even if it made me angry to find out that her so called instruction had begun when she was no more than a child. She might not have slept with a man at first and not for a few years, but that did not change the fact that it was just not right. Besides, even twelve was way too young for that. It outraged me... even after she reminded me that I myself had not been much older than that when I got married. Still, the girl was wise beyond her years, just like I myself was in a way, and that made us relate to each other somehow. It also made me sorry for her, though, because I knew that wisdom only came from pain. But if we could take comfort in each other's arms for a while, then perhaps the pain we had both gone through would not have been in vain, she told me, and I could only agree.

When the time came and Doreah told me that I was ready, that I had already learned every single thing she could teach me, I was shaking. I didn't know why, since obviously it could not have been worse than what had already been happening with my husband every single night for months. If there would be any change, it could only be for the better. But still, there was a lump in my throat, that only later I realized had nothing to do with the khal, but with the perspective of not having that time with her anymore. She must have known that before I did; she must have probably even felt the same way. But still she reassured me that it would all be fine.

And so it was. Doreah had been right in every single thing she had told me, and Drogo was completely satisfied doing things my way. For the first time since my wedding, nightfall did not bring me tears and pain, but pleasure and, finally, what felt like real intimacy with my husband. It was from that point on that things started getting better. First of all on my relationship with him, since he began spending more time with me instead of staying with his bloodriders the whole day and just coming to me at night. But somehow, knowing that I could do that made me believe in myself, which I never had before. And that was all it took for me to decide that I was not going to let adversity win.

If I could do that, if I could stand what I had stood and if I could do what I had done, then I could learn how to ride for a whole day without becoming all bruised and weak and ending up with blood-covered hands, and I could learn how to eat their food, and I could learn that damn language of theirs, and I could become a real khaleesi. Because then, for the first time in my life, I had two people who stood beside me while I did so. Two people who also believe in me and who were not going to let me quit. But the first of them was her, not my husband.

He might have become my sun and stars, and I his moon; but she was my universe. She was whatever it is that is beyond the sun, the stars, the moon, the clouds, beyond everything we see. She was the unknown force that makes all of those fall into their places and stay in them. After all, I would have never even had my sun and stars if it wasn't for her; he had been my khal since the day of our wedding, but it was because of her that I could now call him my husband, proudly so. I needed her like I came to need him too. They were two sides of the same heart, like each of them was one arm and one leg and I couldn't do anything without the knowledge that I had both ready to support me and help me stand.


Sooo, what do you think? Liking it so far? I'd be very thankful if you took the time to let me know. ;)