Chapter 2 - Permission

Drogo stayed up much of the night. He could not get his new Khaleesi out of his head. She was as the handmaiden had said beautiful. He could get lost in her eyes on a day to day basis. He also did a lot of praying to the Great Stallion and Moon. He really hoped he did not fuck it all up with his new Khaleesi.

Drogo thought of the way she stared at first him and then his stallion; the way his great steed reacted to her as he reared up on his back hooves and whinnied loudly. Even the way he heard her say 'good boy' in Dothraki. He noticed she didn't touch his horse out of respect; you never touch another man's horse. He was taught that as a young boy in Vaes Dothrak. Once you pick a stallion you make him your own and NO ONE touches him without your permission.

Drogo was awake before the sun as he dressed in his leather pants made from horse skins and tightened the laces up before stepping into his boots. He tucked his front loin cloth in the top of his leather pants and then wrapped his leather stomacher around his torso and tightened the laces and pushed his daggers into their holders on his stomacher. His gold medallion belt was tied around his hips. He sat in front of the fire as he wrapped the cloth pieces around his hands and then wrapped the leather strips around his forearms before securing them into place.

His bloodriders started to stir and join him around the fire as they too got ready for the day. They were all questioning if he was ready to have another Khaleesi. He actually sat and stared into the fire in all its red, orange and yellow goodness; the warmth of it warming his body to the core on the chilly morning.

Was he ready?

Did he really just make all 40,000 of his men walk across the Red Waste for 3 moons just to get a new Khaleesi and not be truly ready for her?

Was he truly ready?

That answer seemed to be easy – it was yes. Daenerys would not want him to mourn for his loss of her forever. It had been 12 new moons and even though he still felt the ache in his heart for her and their unborn son being taken from his life – he needed to move on so he did not go mad. He knew taking a new Khaleesi would not be without some difficult and he could only hope she was patient with him. It would take him some time to not only get used to having her around, but also warming up to her. He had learned many things from Daenerys and he hoped he could remember all of it this time around.

Drogo stood from the fire as he walked over to his stallion; the slaves had done a good job of brushing him out and making him look good for the ceremony. They blanketed him and saddled him and handed the reigns over to Drogo as he mounted the strong animal. He patted his steed's neck as he waited for his bloodriders and everyone else. He had instructed the slaves to move the tents to the sands of the beach; letting them know his tent was to be further away than everyone else. When it was time to consummate the marriage he wanted no one around him and his new Khaleesi. He would make it better for her than he had Daenerys. He would make everything better for her that he had not or could not.

Drogo nodded as he gave the command to go.

Liliana was bathed and dressed in her white satin wedding down. She stood looking at herself in the mirror as Tamika stood behind her making a few changes to the dress. She put an overlay of white sheer material over it with a blue ribbon that tied around the waist. It seemed to match the color of her eyes perfectly. Tamika then pulled two sections of her midnight black hair and braided each side before they met and merged at the back of her head and braided all the way down the middle of her back. She slipped her feet into the satin.

Tamika looked at Liliana in the mirror. "How are you doing Liliana?"

"I have wings flapping in my tummy." She stated softly as her hand went over her stomach as she tried to calm the nervous feeling.

"You look like you have much on your mind Liliana." Tamika pointed out.

"I am just worried."

"You are worried the Khal will not like you? I assure you he will." Tamika smiled softly.

"Yea because nothing says marriage of convenience like 'So I have this niece I need to marry off and your single so let's have a wedding.' He was a very handsome man, but I am not nearly good enough for him." Liliana said quietly as she looked down at her feet.

"Oh, Liliana, you are beautiful and I am most positive the Khal thought so as well." Tamika stated honestly as she watched Liliana shake her head. "You will be his everything."

"His everything because my Uncle Robert forced him to take me off of his hands." Liliana stated.

A knock on the door brought the two of them out of their conversation as the door opened and Queen Cersei. "Are you ready my dear? Everyone is waiting on you."

"Yea, Aunt Cersei." Liliana answered as she turned and they left the bed chambers. Her trunks had already been taken from the room by Drogo's slaves and placed with the rest of the tribe.

The wedding wasn't long and the festivities that followed were slightly scary to Liliana. When Khal's people celebrated they really CELEBRATED! Apparently a Dothraki wedding was something to celebrate. Women were dancing provocatively against the other men in the tribe. Wow…she was really hoping the Khal didn't want her to do that to him. She would not even know where to begin to learn how to do that.

She watched the Khal throughout the celebration as he sat straight up; King of his Throne. It was nothing like the sluggish way her Uncle sat upon his. He was pampered and lazy and always screwing one chambermaid after the next. She watched as Khal Drogo sat silently as his men ate, drank and openly had sex with the women who were dancing against them. A few fights broke out and a couple men were killed and their braids were cut from the back of their head and tossed to the Khal's feet as gifts.

The Khal did not seem the mind he was a few men less; clearly if they were killed it meant they were weaker and had no place in the Khalasar. She noticed he had his own battle scar that went from above his left eye through his left eyebrow and partially down his left cheek. She did not mind admitting to herself she would like to hear the story behind it.

As Liliana sat next to him the wind kicked up and she could smell his scent. It was manly and musky and it smelled quite nice. There was also something else there just under the surface. She imagined if the sun had a scent it smelled like that.

As the festivities were beginning to wind down Tamika came to her and let her know that the Khalasar was moving the celebration to the beach as her uncle and family would be retiring for the evening. She watched as Drogo stood when her Uncle Robert approached and they had words as Tamika translated.

Liliana wasn't paying much attention as Rebeka bounded up and engulfed her into a tight hug. Liliana softly pet her hair and kissed the top of her head. "It's not goodbye forever, I promise."

"Yea, but it's goodbye for now and I'm not ready to let you go. You'll be so far away. What if I need you?" Rebeka asked softly as silent tears trickled down her pale cheeks.

Liliana pulled back as her blue eyes locked with the same blues of Rebeka as she cupped her face and place feather light kisses all over her face. "I'll always be with you. If you need me all you have to do is send for me and I'll be to you as soon as I can."

"You promise?" Rebeka asked softly as her eyes filled with tears.

Liliana nodded. "I promise."

Drogo watched the exchange between his Khaleesi and a smaller version of his Khaleesi. The younger girl must have been her little sister; same blue eyes and same raven hair. He watched the loving exchange between the two as Tamika translated what the two were saying softly; neither wanting to disturb the moment.

His dark eyes watched as the younger version turned on her feet and walked up to him. His Khaleesi reached out for her and he held up his hand to let the little one speak her mind to him.

"Please take care of my sister. She's very important to me." Rebeka stated softly. She watched as Tamika translated her words to him; hoping he would understand why she was saying it to him.

"She's very important to me as well; I shall protect her with my life." Drogo stated from deep in his chest.

Tamika translated what the Khal said back to her. She watched as Rebeka tugged on his arm and he leaned down; Rebeka pushed up on her toes and softly kissed his cheek as she thanked Tamika and then bounced off towards the castle.

Liliana sucked her bottom lip in between her teeth. "Sorry." She stated softly in Dothraki. Drogo just shook his head and brushed it off. He knew she understood what he had said to her sister.

Drogo walked over to his huge stallion and waited for Liliana to walk over to him. As she stepped down off the platform and walked towards him a breeze kicked up and her long hair flowed off to the side of her and he could help but think it looked like wings from an angel. Tamika had pulled him aside after the ceremony but before the celebration was underway and told him about the talk she had with Liliana. Did she really think he was forced to take her like some order from a King who wasn't his king? No one could make him do anything he did not want; most of all taking another wife.

Drogo would just have to show her or get her to understand. Obviously tonight during their consummation, which he wouldn't be taking her the way he had Daenerys; she'd taught him how to be gentle – he wouldn't make that mistake again. Drogo mounted his steed as he waited for Rakharo to step up and gently lift his Khaleesi onto the back of his horse. He reached behind himself and took her hands and wrapped her arms around his torso; he did not want her to get hurt or fall off. "Hold on." He ordered roughly. He jumped slight when her soft hands came up and she palmed his chest; not expecting the skin on skin so soon, but took it in stride. He gently nudged his steed in the side with his heel as they headed for the beach they could already hear the Khalasar continuing the celebration.

Liliana swallowed hard as the horse came to a stop. She looked over and noticed a huge tent was set up next to the gentle waterfall. She felt Drogo remove her hands from his chest as he threw his right leg over the neck of the horse and jumped down before he turned and gently took her waist and lifted her from the horse as if she weighted nothing before gently setting her on her feet in front of him. She watched as he stopped and his eyes locked with hers. She felt him run his index knuckle down her right cheek. She watched as his eyes danced around taking all of her in.

Drogo squatted down and took one leg and pulled her slipper off and then the other leg and pulled the other slipper off. "Come with me." He requested. He turned and walked towards the waterfall.

Liliana was nervous and could feel the bird's wings fluttering in her stomach once again, but she followed him none the less. Once they got to the waterfall she watched as he pulled his loin cloth off and dropped it into the sand, before he pulled his stomacher and gold medallion belt off and dropped those too into the sand. He unwrapped the cloth and leather from his hands and forearms and those joined his other things on the ground as well. Her eyes took in the pieces of bare skin she could see. He had a light smattering of chest hair that she seemed to really enjoy. The paint on his shoulders needed to go though.

"Is it true you've never been touched by a man and are innocent?" Drogo asked softly as he began to circle her; he stopped behind her and let his nose brush her hair as he took in the scent of gardenias. It made him heady as he inhaled several times.

Liliana nodded. "Yes Khal."

"Drogo…" He insisted.

"Yes Drogo."

"Have you ever been naked in front of a man before?" He asked softly as his hands wrapped around her shoulders pulling her back against him.

"No Drogo."

"Are you scared of me?" He asked another question.

"Only a little; I am more nervous than anything. You are very large and demand respect as should any Khal." Liliana answered. She felt him let go of her shoulders as he walked back around to face her.

Drogo put his index knuckle under her chin and pulled her face up so her eyes were on him. "I will never hurt you and if I do than you tell me and I will not do it ever again." He watched as she nodded in understanding. Tamika had done very well with Liliana's Dothraki tongue. He watched as she swallowed. He cupped her face gently as he leaned down and pressed his lips softly to hers. He was happy she returned his kiss. He pulled back and let his eyes lock with hers once again. "Join me in the water." He wanted to wash and get the paint off of him and knew the cool water could help calm her nerves.

Liliana chewed her bottom lip as she nodded and watched as he stepped back and kicked his boots off before he undid the laces on his leather pants and shed them and stood in front of her completely naked.

Drogo watched as her eyes widened. "You have never seen a man naked have you?" He questioned. He almost chuckled as she shook her head no, but he refrained not wanting to embarrass her. He watched as she took the braids out of her hair before she raised her arms above her head.

She was giving him permission to undress her.