Thank you to the person who reviewed and reminded me about translations! I completely forgot to put them in the last chapter, so I'll do it here:

get yatholat—get up

Davra—fine

Sek—yes

kisha rhellaya yer—we help you

vo allayafi—not enjoy

Nakho, kisha stay here ha ajjalani—stop, we stay here for night

Finne hash yer going—where are you going?

Mra—out

nevalat zohhe—sit down

"Khaleesi," Irrie calls, which makes me jolt forward, waking me up. "The Khal has ordered me to come wake you up, we are about to start moving again."

"Thank you Irrie," I respond and start grabbing all of my items.

Soon we're on the move again. And, just like last time, Drogo hasn't looked at me once. And I'm riding right next to him! I look over at him, just to see him staring straight ahead. I think about saying something, but I remind myself that I hardly know the man. Yes we've been married for over a week, but we've never had a real conversation. Mostly because I'm still learning his language, Dothraki, but also because he's not exactly social.

"fin ajjin rek?" I ask Drogo, pointing at something in the path.

"kisha must nakho," he murmurs, and stops his horse. I do after.

He hops off and motions for Qotho, a bloodrider, to follow him. Qotho gets off his horse and does as Drogo wanted. I watch as they both walk toward the thing in the road, and I could see Drogo's smirk appear from twenty feet away. He picks up the item, and shows it to us. It's a head, a male head. I gag looking at it, most of his face was gone and left behind were worms. Drogo throws the head off to the side and wipes off his hands.

"fin ajjin me?" he asks me as he walks closer. He must've noticed my face had gone pale.

"vosi," I lie and watch as he jumps up onto his horse.

We continue for another few hours, until Drogo decided to stop at the edge of a village. I hopped off the horse and watched as Drogo ordered some of his men to go and kill, and steal the women. I wanted to walk up to him, but was quickly stopped by Irrie.

"Khaleesi," she starts quietly, "your father has ordered this. Drogo agreed thinking this is his payment. We must let it happen."

"But," I start, but decide it's not worth it.

"Come Khaleesi," she motions me to follow her. "We must keep you safe."

I don't say anything, but I follow Irrie as she commanded. We walked along the row of horses, and then I saw two of Drogo's bloodriders, Cohollo and Haggo. Irrie leads me to them, and talks to them in Dothraki.

"tih she Khaleesi," she tells them before turning around and walking back.

"Khaleesi," Cohollo greets and bows lightly. I couldn't help but let out a giggle. These men, some of the toughest, were bowing to me. They worked for Drogo, would they bow to him too?

"vo zigereo," I tell him, which makes him perk up. "yer hash shekh ma shieraki anni, vo anni."

He nods, and looks over at Haggo who hasn't spoken. He whispers something, and then turns to me. I heard something snap behind me, and I turn to see a man with blood spilling out of his chest. He had a bow and arrow aimed at me, and my eyes widened. But before he could let go of the arrow, he was stabbed right in the stomach from behind. He gasps, and then lets go of the arrow. It shoots into my leg, making me cry out. I fall into the arms of Haggo, and he's speaking desperately.

"vo! get jin khal, mae khaleesi laz vo athdrivar!" he shouts, looking around for anyone. But he didn't know Drogo was the one who stabbed the man, unlike me.

"jalan atthirari anni," Drogo breathes, rushing up to me. "hold she, kisha get rhellaya"

I don't say anything, but try to take deep breaths. The arrow went in deep, I knew that. I then remember my oils; my healing oils. I don't have much left, they were a gift from my mother when I was a child and broke my collar bone. I had used them for the smallest of things, and I greatly regret it now.

"Irrie," I whisper, holding on to Drogo's shoulder. "anha zigereo Irrie."

"Khaleesi," she gasps, rushing up to me. "What is it you need?"

"My oils," I tell her, "the ones in the clear bottles, go start a bath and put them in. They will heal me."

She nods, and tells Drogo to bring me to a tent with a tub. Drogo picks me up and starts to walk to the tent. I lie my head on his shoulder, and whimper when I feel the arrow hit his arm. He looks down at it, and then he whispers words to me.

"get me mra," he whispers.

"sek," I agree. "yer tat me."

When we get to the tent, he lies me down on a bed. He hands me a pillow to bite on, and then turns his attention to the arrow. He places one just above it, and the other grasps it. I gasp and bite into the pillow, it tastes of blood. I look at it to see blood splattered all over it. But I'm forced to bite into it again as he starts to pull the arrow out. Tears stream down my face as the pain takes over my body and thoughts. I curl my toes, and start tapping them lightly on the bed, trying not to grab Drogo's hand and slap him. He's helping me.

Finally, the arrow was completely out of my leg. He almost places a bandage over it before I stop him. I motion to the bath that had been set up, Irrie was standing right next to it. He looks over, and then back at me.

"sek," I nod.

He picks me up gently, missing my leg as much as he could. It didn't help that it was the right leg, the one facing him. He walks slowly to the bath, and starts to lower me. I could feel the heat radiating off the water, and it felt soothing. It smelt of pine. I was engulfed by the water, luckily I closed my eyes before. I felt the pain sweep over my body, but was soon gone. The scar would be left behind, but it wouldn't get infected or anything. I bring my head out of the water, and gasp the air.

"Did it work?" whispers Irrie, looking down at my leg that was still in the water.

"Yes," I nod and bring it out so we could see the pink scar. It was ugly, and shaped like a diamond. Around the scar it was still red, and some blood didn't fully come off in the bath, so I'd have to scrub it off. "It will be sore for the next could of days, however."

"You dare order me to come in here?" I could hear my father's voice from outside of the tent. "You are no princess, you are a savage! A whore to a failed man, who has no clue what he's fallen for!"

He then walks into the tent, and was shocked to see me in the bathtub, Irrie standing next to me, and Drogo leaning over my body. He looks at me in the eye, then at Irrie, and then me again. He walks in more, and looks down at my injured leg that's still out of the water.

"What happened?" he asks.

"I was shot by a man with an arrow," I respond, showing him my scar. "Why are you here?"

"I was sent here by a savage," he snaps, glaring at me, "I will not take orders from you."

"I never told anyone to get you," I say calmly, and start gently washing off the leftover blood. "You can leave now."

He did, after yelling at me for a while. I stood up and took the towel Irrie had set beside the bathtub. I wrapped it around my body and allowed Irrie to drain the tub. I didn't know where Elia or Maybelle are, I hadn't seen them since this morning morning when they walked with Irrie. I wanted to ask Irrie, but she beat me to explaining.

"Maybelle and Elia were used for the pleasure of men just a little bit ago," she whispers, sitting me down onto a chair, "they were captured by some men, found, and then used like women in the pleasure house." She then leans down and starts to wash my feet with the vanilla oil. "They haven't come back yet, I haven't seen them. But they'll be back soon."

"They're mine!" I exclaim, almost kicking and hitting Irrie in the face, but she held my foot down. "No men should be able to take them when they belong to the Khaleesi."

"These men must not've known," she responds, switching feet. "I will try to rush so you can go to sleep, but I think you should go eat first. You're loosing weight Khaleesi."

"It's from running around," I lie and shrug my shoulders. "Are you washing my hands too? I still feel blood on them."

"Of course," she nods, and finishes off my foot. She then grabs my hands, and places them in cups that were hooked onto the chair. "Khaleesi, how has the Khal been to you?"

"Just fine," I tell her, it was somewhat a lie, but she didn't need to know that.

"Are you sure?" she asks, shifting onto her other foot. "I mean, you seem so distant lately, and you look like you haven't slept for a while."

"I'm fine Irrie," I say with a hard expression. "Let's just finish off my hands and I can go sleep."

"Where did the Khal go?" she questions, looking around the tent.

"He usually goes to talk to men in the Khalasar," I reply, closing my eyes. "Sometimes he goes for a walk, I'm not sure."

"That sounds very good right about now," she says, "but I can not."

"Well why not?" I ask her.

"The men," she sighs, focusing on my hands as she cleans them, and then rubs a sponge of some sorts over it. It peels off the dry skin. "I fear they will do like they did to Maybelle and Elia. Although I was sent into the pleasure house as a young child, I still fear what the men do to us slaves."

"What do they do?" I interrogate her, watching as her mouth turns into a slight frown.

"They only want pleasure," she answers, switching to the other hand, "luckily I did know how to please a man, I had three years to learn. Sometimes they did like to talk, however, and I was glad for that. When they talked, you knew they were in a happy mood." She then smiles. "Sometimes they'd treat you better than a whore, sometimes they were kind and would be gentle with you." She then looks up at me. "Which is why I asked you how the Khal has been treating you. I don't want him to treat you like a whore, I want him to treat you like his wife."

"davra asshekh Khaleesi," a woman greets me with a smile.

"davra asshekh," I respond and smile back at her.

"Khaleesi!" Elia calls, running up to me. "anha'm so ojil anha laz vo tikh hazze nakhok ajjalani!"

"me ajjin davra, Elia," I tell her, "Irrie told anna."

She nods, and allows me to go passed. I'm searching for Drogo; I hadn't seen him or heard him come in last night, but I did feel him leave this morning. I was too tired to get up and stop him though.

I knew people were looking at my scar—or just at me—in confusion. They probably didn't think I could heal this fast, hell, they didn't even know about the oils! I smile at some people I passed by. It felt like I had been searching forever, so I just went back to my tent. Elia was there, setting up some items in front of a mirror. She smiles at me.

"Khaleesi," she greets, "come."

I did as she told me to, and sit down on one of the benches in front of the mirror. She stood behind me and started to comb through my hair. I sigh and close my eyes, enjoying the feeling. She then starts to braid a piece of hair, and then braids two more. One braid was on the left side of my head, one was right in the back, and the other was on the right side of my head. She brought them together so they met at the bottom, and then tied them together.

"zhokwa asshekh," she tells me.

Then Maybelle walks in. She immediately sees us sitting at the bench, and frowns. She rushes up to me, and falls to my feet. She was apologizing, I knew that, she learned how to say "sorry" and what it meant.

"davra Maybelle," I say, stopping her from apologizing anymore. "Irrie told me."

Irrie and I have been trying to teach these two the common tongue, it would be easier for me since I don't speak full Dothraki. And in case if we want to have a girl talk and Drogo is in the tent with us. The thought of that made me giggle lightly.

"What's happening today?" I ask Maybelle.

"Feast," she answers, "big."

I nod, and stand up when Elia gently tugs on my arm. She shows me two sets of clothing. One was a leather top that would go down to the middle of my stomach with a leather skirt that went down to my ankles. The other was a blue tight top and a white lace skirt. I'm glad they allowed me to keep some of my old clothing. I point to the leather set, however. I know Drogo would rather me wear this.

Elia and Maybelle helped me into the clothes, stripping me from the dress I was just wearing, and then slipped over the top and had me pull on the skirt. I thanked the two, and they left, leaving me alone. I walked over to my bed and sat down. I gazed over to my egg, and sighed, I wish it would hatch, and I could have a beautiful Griffon. My baby, the one that would help me.

"Khaleesi," Maybelle peaks her head into the tent, "come."

I listen and stand up, looking away from the egg. I walk towards her and we walk out of the tent together. I could feel my stomach growl, eager for food. I follow her to another big building. Inside there were benches, and there was a stage with two large seats. I'm guessing that's where Drogo and I will sit.

"Sit up there," Maybelle tells me, pointing to the seat, "Khal also."

I nod, then I walk to the stage. Not too many Dothraki people are here, Drogo's not even here yet. I remained seated until Drogo walked in. I then stood up and looked at him. He instantly sees me, and our eyes meet. He raises his head and walks towards me. He cups my smaller face in his large hands, and kisses my lips softly and swiftly. I hardly knew his lips had made contact with mine.

"jalan atthirari anni," he says and then lets go of me.

We then sit down simultaneously. He reaches over and grabs my small hand in his larger one, rubbing his thumb along the top of my hand. I watch as the Dothraki people party, half naked women danced, some were being fucked by males. I tried to ignore them as much as I could, but they were almost everywhere I looked.

Then, all too suddenly, a fight broke out. I could tell this was entertaining my husband, but I tried to look at something else. Finally, I stopped fighting. I watched as these men battled to the end, one man sliced the other's arm off, then his other arm. Blood splattered all over, and even got on my father. I was glad for that. He gasps out, and yells.

"You savages!" he hollers, making everyone stop what they're doing. "You all should bow down to me, not getting blood on me! I'm the king!"

Once he stops his complaining, everyone starts partying again, doing nothing about the man that has blood all over himself. I didn't even notice the man who had won threw the braid of the dead man's up to Drogo and I. I watched as he went to a new woman and bent her over, tugging down his pants, and entered the woman from behind. I shivered and looked away from the two.

"davra?" Drogo asks, squeezing my hand.

"davra," I lie and smile at him. He frowns, but nods.

I just want to go back to the tent and sleep.

JUST A QUICK REMINDER: Sometimes these words are wrong. Like, sometimes the words change after I put them on the document (not autocorrect, but I'm not sure how to explain it.)

The words in parentheses are the real words, but not what I meant. Like I said, when you type it in and put it on a document, the words change on the translator.

fin ajjin rek—what (if) is that

kisha must nakho—we must stop

fin ajjin me—what (if) is it

vosi—nothing

tih she Khaleesi—eye on the khaleesi

vo zigereo—no need

yer hash shekh ma shieraki anni, vo anni—you are my sun and stars, not mine (no of me)

vo get jin khal, mae khaleesi laz vo athdrivar—go (no) get a khal, his (he) khaleesi can no die

jalan atthirari anni—moon of my life

hold she, kisha get rhellaya—hold on the, we get help

anha zigereo—I need

get me mra—get it out

sek—yes

yer tat me—you do (to the) it

davra asshekh Khaleesi—fine day khaleesi

davra asshekh— fine day

anha'm so ojil anha laz vo tikh hazze nakhok ajjalani—I'm so sorry I could not be(can no act) there last night

me ajjin davra—it is fine

zhokwa asshekh—big day

davra—fine

jalan atthirari anni—moon of my life