Drogo's Son: A GOT Fanfic
Chapter 1: First Glance
Rhaego sat beside his father next to his parents' homey tent. His father was speaking to the many men that were a part of the Dothraki Khalasar. Rhaego had other things on his mind then the simple talks of men. He was worried about finding a suitable wife. His mother, was in the distance speaking to one of her handmaidens. Jorah, who is like an uncle to Rhaego, was also beside her. He liked Jorah very much. Jorah and Rhaego often saw eye to eye and that he was thankful for. Rhaego did not have much in common with his father anyway. He did not like the sport of hunting and would often be ridiculed by men his own age. He knew whether a Dothraki prince or not, the other Dothraki men in the Khalasar would not go easy on him.
Rhaego did not mind this. He just found it unnecessary. On the other hand, he sympathized with his people since they were not like his mother and him. And as if things could not be any worse, there was someone named Jorga. Jorga was one of Drogo's closest bloodriders, Rakharo, son. Jorga was the son that Drogo never had. And Drogo the father that Jorga never had. His mother had gotten pregnant with Jorga before Rakharo was killed. Drogo took pity since Rakharo had been close to his father, and sort of become a father figured for Jorga. Although, Rhaego never confessed this to his father he knew it was true. It was always Jorga that caught his father's attention not Rhaego. Rhaego sat up and decided it was time to retire. His mother watched him as he descended over to her. Her special violet eyes sought his and she smiled. "My son." She greeted.
"Mother," he replied politely. "I am off to bed."
She nodded. "Alright."
He knew his mother knew how he felt. She was like him in a way, but the only difference was that the Khal adored her. Rhaego had three sisters. He was the only son. His sisters were surprisingly enough more favorites of his father. Rhaego was not bothered by this one bit. He knew that daughters tend to favor their fathers and that fathers also adored their daughters. He was happy for his sisters. Rhaego saw his younger sister Elise, running her hands through her new husband's hair. She was braiding it for him. It was an embarrassment that Elise had married before her older brother. Though, he also knew Elise's husband was not the kindest man. Elise begged her brother not to tell their father that Kycer hurts her. She also pleaded for him not to tell Kycer that he knew. She feared that their father would think of her as weak and she just wanted to make him proud. Rhaego agreed, though once again he was not pleased himself.
He didn't like seeing his little sister get hurt. "Elise, Kycer.' He greeted and continued towards his own hut. Even though Rhaego didn't have a wife, he still had a hut of this own. As soon as he made it, he fell onto his bed of furs and was out. The morning came and Rhaego woke before the sun rises. He was tying his hair back into a long braid. Once he was done he got on his horse, Buscar, who was a dark gray stallion. He liked his horse very much, probably one of the only aspects of Dothraki culture that Rhaego enjoyed. Rhaego was like his father in stature and skin tone, but his eyes were a deep violet color like his mother's. His mother, Dany, told him that he was a descent of dragon's blood like she is. Rhaego knew a little bit about dragons from the stories his mother use to tell him. Apparently they had some dragon eggs once before, but they were stolen by a merchant. The eggs had been one of his mother's favorite wedding gifts and the disappearance of the eggs made her very sad. Drogo had tried his best to get the eggs back, but it was pointless. The merchant stole them within the night and they were never discovered again.
Rhaego didn't know if he believed these dragon stories. Sometimes he believed his mother spun tales just to keep him amused as a child. On his way down a sloppy barren road, Rhaego heard a sharp cry. He was stunned at what he saw, but it was only for a split second. Rape was very common in Dothraki culture, again another thing that Rhaego detested. A young girl with extradiorany colored eyes, one was the color of green and the right one solid black was being attacked. Her soft looking wavy red hair was spilled out wildly as she fought the man. She wasn't naked just yet, but she was about to be. Rhaego hated rape and since his father wasn't here, he could put a stop to this without it being a big deal. He jumped off his horse and yanked the man off the girl. The girl wiped her eyes and quickly pulled her dress down. She hadn't been raped yet as far as Rhaego knew. "Leave." He bellowed at the man.
The man laughed. "Ah, a Dothraki bastard."
Clearly the man didn't know whom he was speaking with. Rhaego pulled his curved blade from his shoulder and slit the man's throat right in front of the girl. Rhaego could be ruthless like his father, but only with those who truly deserve it. He would not stand for rapists or murders that had no cause. In other words, he believed murder was wrong unless it is used in either self-defense or to save someone defenseless, and perhaps both circumstances.
The girl had her face covered as if she was shielding her from the vision right in front of her. Rhaego let out a soft sigh. "I am sorry you had to witness that. I just couldn't let him hurt you or anyone else ever again."
She bit her lip before uncovering her eyes. "But you are Dothraki? Or was he wrong?"
He sighed once again. "A culture I am hardly proud of, but yes I am indeed a Dothraki. My father is."
She nodded, "You won't hurt me?"
He shook his head and that's when he really looked at her. Rhaego felt this strange connection with her almost immediately. It was like a sharp electrical current running through my veins. Like a flash of lightning had struck down from the cloudless sky and hit him. She was more than just beautiful, but surreal. Rhaego sought only one thing from her. To protect her from any other men that might be passing by. "No, I solely wish to protect you."
She looked confused. "You mean—"
Rhaego interjected quickly. He did not want to appear to be either suspicious or creepy. "Yes, I want you to come with me. I will take you somewhere safe so that no one will hurt you. I know it's difficult to believe coming from a stranger, but it's not safe for a lady out here."
She laughed. "No, but you did save me. And your eyes, they are kind ones. I feel like I can trust you perhaps."
Rhaego couldn't help but let out a small laugh himself. "Yes, I am like my mother. Come, you can have a bath back at the village. We have handmaids who can help. Plus, you look tired and in need of one."
She put her hand to her chest in mock offense. "How dare you call me filthy?" She said dramatically.
They laughed at that. "Here you can ride on my horse and I will walk."
She shook her head. "I don't want to oppose sir."
He liked her politeness and the way she carried herself with dignity, but yet she seemed sensitive. "I insist."
She giggled. "Oh, alright kind sir."
Rhaego picked her up by her underarms and set her gently onto Buscar. Buscar neighed happily. Rhaego believed that he enjoyed her presence. The girl weighed so little to him. Rhaego suddenly realized that he had not asked of her name. "My lady, what is your given name?"
She smiled at that. "Natalia. I am not from here as you might have guessed."
"No, you certainly are not. I would have noticed." Rhaego watched as her soft face grew red from embarrassment.
"I suppose sir."
Rhaego smiled. "My name is Rhaego, son of Drogo, the Khal of Dothraki, and son of Daenerys Targaryen."
She laughed. "I think it is best that you not know my name for my father is someone that your mother would not get along with."
He laughed. "Are you proposing that our parents are sworn enemies?"
She nodded. "I am afraid so. Though, I do value my life so I will not say."
Rhaego tried to think of who she is related to but could not think at the moment. She was far too distracting in his eyes. Buscar galloped fairly slowly, so it was no trouble for Rhaego to keep pace. "My apologies my lady, but we are here."
She smiled. "Why are you apologizing?"
It was far too late to explain because there stood his mother with his father. Dany's violet eyes filled with rage at the sight of Rhaego and Natalia. "A Stark and Lannister bitch!" was all his mother had to say for Rhaego to comprehend that Natalia was right. Indeed, they are in fact sworn enemies.
Author's Note: Given that this is my first GOT story, I hope you can all review gently. I am going to go based off books and TV show because I watch and read both. I am currently reading A Storm of Fire and Ice but have not finished it. Sorry if the story is not perfect, but I really wanted to do this story. Rhaego does not speak very much in Dothraki because he prefers the common tongue. Leave a review and let me know what you think! Also if I get something wrong I don't mind any pointers. :)
~Air~