AN: I am obsessed with both Scandal and Game of Thrones. I would love to see Olitz and Dany and Drogo get a happy ending so this is my version of it.
Olivia Pope knew that one day she would leave the only home she had ever known and marry someone she most likely didn't know or like. It was the way of the world for women. Bargaining tools no greater than a strip of land or a well fed goat. Olivia had never expected that her father's protégé and for all intense and purposes adopted son Jake would marry her off to a savage nearly a foot taller than her and twice as wide. She stared at her future husband thinking how much she would rather stay in the big castle where she was locked in her room. She may not have had anyone to speak to expect for servants but at least it was home. She knew the ground and the wide expansive tub where she took her baths. The old table made by her maternal Grandfather that she had her meals at. Her father was once known as the Dragon Elijah Pope of the Rowan, but that was before people realized that all the dragons had died generations before his birth. That was before he and his wife would only produce one child, a small female child, and several still born sons. That was before the Dragon had killed Olivia's mother for her frailty. No one would marry off their daughters to such an unstable man with nothing to his name but a legacy, and of course he would never lower himself to a peasant girl to continue his dynasty.
Failing at trying to produce a son, the Dragon took child named Jake, no title, to be his heir. The son of a destitute farmer that he had heard took great joy in disassembling trespassers and animals that had outlived their purpose. The boy was a terror at eleven, when Olivia was eight, now ten years later after the careful guidance of the Dragon himself the boy had grown into a man without honor or conscious. He himself had made the deal to trade Olivia off to some undefeatable horse lord. Why the man would even accept her as a bride she did not know. She was aware that she was beautiful. Jake made sure that he made it clear to her that he wanted her though he was careful not to spoil her for a future marriage. However she was smart enough to know that beauty scarcely mattered in their world, she would be sold to the highest bidder, and given her dwindling dowry the offer would be slim.
She wasn't sure what it was, her father and faux brother rarely shared their plans with her. She was told him name, or at least what he was called by those whose land he concurred, Khal of Khals and that she should be proud to be wed to the unbeaten warrior. Unfortunately when she saw him, all she saw was a fearsome giant on the largest horse she had ever seen surrounded by smaller, yet still terrifying comrades. She didn't bother herself telling her Father that she didn't want to marry him; she simply convinced herself that after a decade with Jake, a barbarian could only be so much worse.
Her servants dressed her for her Dothraki marriage ceremony, she wasn't even sure what it entailed, she'd heard talk from some of the servants that it involved eating a horse heart and drinking its blood. Instead of fear Olivia felt nothing. Leaving her home, the physical place would be missed, but leaving Jake and her father might turn out to be a blessing. She felt hands in her hair and over her body to adjust her dress, likely the last one she would wear, it seemed Dothraki women wore outfits made of animal skins and pants for riding, but the rest of her felt numb. Before she had the chance to say goodbye to her room she was led out into the halls and into the front of the castle. From the windows she could see tents and horses and hundreds of Dothraki people. She couldn't see what they were doing so she quickly followed the women that had been sent to dress her. She didn't know their names. Olivia never got to know any of the servants, her father kept her separated from anyone outside of himself and Jake; she rarely had the same servant for more than a week. She stopped asking what happened to them when she heard talk of whores being taken from brothels and daughters being taken from their farms, never to return.
Once she was outside she was led to her future owner, she couldn't think of him a as a husband, by her father. Jake made sure to stand behind the Khal so that Olivia would have to see him as she exchanged the marriage words. Now that she was closer to the Khal she could see that up close he didn't look like the rest of the Barbarians. His eyes, ringed in charcoal were crystal blue like the waters she could see from the highest tower, his skin was tanned from being in the sun, but it didn't have the olive tone that the others had, even his hair that was in a long braid that fell passed his waist, a sign to all who saw him that he has never been defeated in battle, was softer and less coarse, she could see that it curled a bit at the end. She focused on his appearance as she didn't understand the words that were being said, she didn't speak Dothraki and as far as she knew the Khal didn't speak Valerian, the common tongue. Olivia was surprisingly adept at languages, but the language of barbarians was not something she had ever been exposed to or given the chance to learn.
When she and the Khal finally made eye contact her stomach dropped a little. Instead of the look of a fearsome warrior she had seen as he sat astride his horse his eyes were almost... sad? as if he pitied her. Olivia let out a little gasp of shock that earned her a disapproving glare from Jake. No one else seemed to notice and she didn't make a sound until it was her turn to accept their vows. She made the same grunting noise that the Khal did, assuming that it was some form of yes or I do. He smiled so briefly that she almost missed it. He lifted her hands and she was surprised how warm and soft they felt on her own. They were calloused from fighting and riding but he didn't grip her hands tightly, he held them as if he were holding a feather. Their hands were tied together with a rope made with different fabrics, twine, leather and suede. When the officiant stopped speaking the khal dipped his head and placed a small kiss on her cheek, however it was close enough that to everyone else it looked like it was on her mouth. She was a light with curiosity and wonderment. Not only did he treat her softly and gently he didn't seem eager to force intimacy upon her. She had been told by Jake that her options once married would be to either consummate the marriage willingly or be raped, but after the feather light kiss to her cheek she couldn't imagine that would be how her first night as a married woman would go. She quickly shook her head and cursed herself for her naivety once the crowded erupted and cheers turned into fighting.
The Khal appeared amused by the fighting but also subtly placed her behind him to keep her away from the violence. He quietly led her to their chairs where gifts would be presented to them from their wedding guests. Once seated the Khal let her go and sat near her but did not touch her. Strangers and a few familiar faces presented them with a variety of gifts, mostly weapons for the Khal, one disturbing box filled with venomous snakes.
A man Olivia vaguely recognized as a neighbor, Cyrus of the Vail stood in front of Olivia and presented her with a box, frightened that there would be more snakes Olivia leaned into the Khal than away once she realized what she was doing. He sat forward when he noticed her behavior as if to shield her. Cyrus opened the box and Olivia immediately recognized what was in them. Three fossilized dragon eggs sat nestled surrounded by black velvet. Cyrus explained that they were essentially rocks, but would always be beautiful like Olivia. They would remind her of where she came from. Olivia knew that the words did not match the sneer on his face and quickly realized that the gift was an insult to her father. A reminder that the Dragon was hard and worthless now that he had no dragons. Despite the insult to her father Olivia immediately felt a connection to the eggs and coveted them. They were added to her few possessions that would be taken with her when she left with the Khal and his followers, the Khalessar. A man that Olivia had never seen before came and presented her with another gift, books about her ancestral home. Though he was dressed like a Dothraki he spoke her language perfectly.
"What is your name?" She asked intrigued by someone that she might be able to communicate with in their travels.
"Harrison Wright of Bear Island." He responded.
"Thank you very much." She said as she added the books to the chest with her eggs.
Finally it was the Khal's turn to present Olivia with a wedding gift. She rose and she followed him and they walked a quick path to the most beautiful mare Olivia had ever seen. The horse's legs were nearly taller than she was herself, and it was entirely white. Olivia was speechless and noticed that Harrison was standing near her,
"I don't know how to say 'thank you' in Dothraki."
"There isn't a work for thank you in Dothraki." Before Olivia could understand the implications of this the Khal was lifting her and placing her a top her horse. He quickly mounted his own dark stallion and took off and the mare followed without Olivia giving it instruction. He led them to the cliff that overlooked the water that reminded Olivia of his eyes. Once his dismounted his horse he helped Olivia down, once she was steady on her feet he stepped away and gave her room. He circled her a few times, making Olivia nervous. Finally he sat in front of her and gestured that she do the same. He stared at her making her more concerned. Had he changed his mind? Shouldn't they be consummating their marriage? Was he going to give her back? Jake had assured her that if she didn't please the Khal Jake would kill her after taking her himself.
"Do you speak the common tongue?" she asked him and he decided to have a bit of fun with her to see what she was like away from her father and brother.
"No." Olivia instantly deflated and the Khal realized that despite only knowing her for a few hours he couldn't bare seeing her upset.
"You should call me Fitz." He said to her in clear Valerian. It was accented, but it was so slight it had to be something that he had spoken his whole life. She stared slack jawed at him.
"My mother named me after her father, Fitzgerald Grant of the Great Grass Plains, but that is somewhat of a mouthful, so you may call me Fitz or Fitzgerald if you like. My father hated the name and as the former Khal refused to tell people that I was named after a westerner."
"Why didn't you speak in front of everyone at the wedding?" Olivia asked too shocked to be relieved that her husband and she at least spoke the same language.
"I didn't want your father or that pathetic excuse of a brother to know. The things that they are planning to do with the army that Jake has assembled for your father… I can't let it happen Olivia. I plan to kill them both." He looked somewhat awkward but determined in his statement.
"And what are your plans with me?" Olivia assumed it was to toss her from the cliffs to get her out of the way.
"I had heard about you from Cyrus and Harrison, I know the Dragon had a daughter who was horribly mistreated and I didn't want you to be collateral damage. I plan to get you far away from them. My father killed my mother also. I know the evil it takes for a man to do that to his wife." He looked haunted when he shared this.
"I want to help." She told him determined.
"Okay Olivia." He didn't question her ability or commitment to kill her father. He saw in her eyes that she would do anything to stop him.
"I think we will make a good team." Fitz said and she finally smiled. Seeing her smile for the first time let Fitz know that he made the right choice of bride.