So happy with the response I got for the first chapter! I'm not the greatest updater, so I apologize now. Please review, I take all criticism happily. Oh, btw, I change the way that the point of views are sometimes, going from what a person does to what the person see's completely. It'll be by chapter.
Chapter 2: Dany's POV
I sat in the library with the translator that Illyrio had arranged for me. Ser Jorah Mormont, a man who came with the Khalisar. During the time that we had been in the library I'd learned that he was from Bear Island in the seven kingdoms, he had been exiled because he sold poachers to a slave trader, his father was a member of the nights watch, and he learnt to speak Dothraki in less than a year when he first entered the Khalisar; and he was a great teacher.
"It is important to role your 'r's when you speak, princess. The Dothraki's language is very harsh and it is required for you to pronounce each letter precisely." He wrote out a simple word. "Now, say this word as you normally would."
I leaned over to see what he had written. Rahk Haj. Strong Boy.
Saying it, I noticed how the letters rolled together simply and less harsh than when the Khal spoke. "I can hear the difference, when I say it; it's very clean and quick. When Khal Drogo spoke to me, he spoke, what is the word, Nhik-Detj. Harsh and pronounced." Jorah nodded his head.
"You are learning very well, princess. I am very impressed." He smiled at me before moving onto the next few words. As we worked, I could sense someone behind me, like a pestering feeling. I turned my head in time to see a whip of white blond hair, which was not my own, pull away from the empty door frame. My shoulders dropped and I let out a groan.
"Nik-ta mja mino oklar." We seem to have an audience. I whispered to Ser Jorah and his head turned to the empty doorway and shook his head.
"Nek toq meja miiki doraq" You're brother is not as sneaky as he thinks. I laughed and nodded my head. "You are a quick learner, princess, I have no doubt that you will do fine with Khal Drogo. He may seem overly harsh, but I've seen him be… well, let's just say he is full of surprises." I smiled and leaned back in my chair, folding my hands over my knee.
"Tell me about him, the Khal." I watched as Ser Jorah smiled and shook his head. It seemed that he did it whenever he thought back in time, or a future thought. "Ser Jorah, I am aware that you will be required to swear loyalty to my brother, but I must warn you about him, his temple is quite interesting, at best. He is a rash thinker, and even rasher reactor. Living with him my whole life, I've learnt it is best not to anger him." He nodded at me, and I reached up to push a strand of hair away from my face. "But that is my brother, this man, Khal Drogo, will be my husband. I cannot treat him the same way I treat Viserys, but I need to know about him." Jorah sat back in his seat and looked at me with careful eyes.
Being only 15, I hadn't seen much of the world around me, except the few places that Viserys and I travelled to, I could only imagine how many things Ser Jorah saw in his years, and perhaps one day he would tell me of some of them. Or perhaps not.
"Khal Drogo is protective, princess. He is stubborn, fair, kind and cruel. It depends on which side you may fall under. Are you an enemy, or are you a threat. I urge you not to show yourself being afraid of him, and considering how you acted upon meeting the Khal, I'd say you'll be fine in that department. But I must warn you, when it comes to your brother, do not let the Khal see any marks he may make. It will only anger him, and once the Khal has become angry, well, I have only seen two people calm him down. Once was a blood rider, the other was the old crone of a village."
I nodded my thanks and we resumed with my lesson. By the time the sun set, I was equipped with the most basic start to the language and, with Jorah's future teachings, would quickly be able to pick up more. I walked Ser Jorah from the library to the entrance of the great hall to say goodbye before retreating to the garden behind the house. I needed some time to process the past two days and the only place I could think to do that was in the garden beneath the willow tree. Slowly, I made my way to the only place I can be alone.
As I walked over to garden I felt something grab my arm and yank me back. I fell to the ground hard.
"So, you think you can whore yourself out to all the men on this side of the Black Sea, do you?" My brother screamed down at me, his foot connecting with my stomach, causing a cry of pain from my lips. "You will not screw this up for me, little sister, I mean it. I will be the king of the seven kingdoms and I will have my whore of a sister screwing up my plans!" With one more kick to my gut he walked away. I stayed on the floor for a few minutes, trying to catch my breath, holding my stomach in pain. I coughed for a few times before pulling myself up and moving slowly towards my room. I needed to lay down, hopefully Viserys did not leave to many harsh bruises this time, I wouldn't want the Khal to be upset with me.
Sorry I know its short, but next up: THE WEDDING! Please review, maybe with some ideas that you want to happen ;)
