AN: The italics in this chapter are Drogo speaking in Dothraki.

And since this is the wedding ceremony, as in canon, there will be sex later in the chapter.

The morning of the wedding dawned clear, the sun beaming down on Pentos. Illyrio had servants attend to them, helping them bathe and dress. The dragons all sat and watched from the floor as Harry slid into the warm water and scrubbed away the dirt that he had already accumulated from feeding the dragons.

He could hear his younger brother scream about not getting his way and Harry sighed, watching as a male servant came in with rich clothes. The tunic that the servant placed before him was a deep red and the leggings were black, their house colors. The clothes looked like they had cost a lot of money and were definitely not from his room.

"For you," the servant spoke, bowing his head. "A gift from the master of the house."

Harry stared at him. The dragons hissed and toddled over to sniff at the servant, spooking the man so much that he jumped. "Is my sister getting new clothes and a bath?"

"Yes, my lord. She is to go with you to the celebration before the ceremony."

"Alright."

The servant departed and Harry finished cleaning himself, enjoying the warm water.

Harry and Dany walked through the small section of the Dothraki that had made way for them. They had ridden out of the city to the coast, where the celebration and ceremony would take place. The dragons had insisted on coming with them and so Balerion was curled around Harry's neck with Rhaegal in Dany's arms. The cream dragon was on Harry's shoulder and neither of them was quite sure what to call the third creature.

"Dany, would you keep them safe until I come back in the morning?" Harry asked, pushing a strand of silver hair back behind his ear. It had been windy when they had woken up and he had tied back his hair with a band, hoping that it would keep hair out of his face. His hair had always been wild, whether it was black or silver gold. "I don't exactly know when…"

"I will," Daenerys replied. "Where did Viserys go? I thought he was coming with us."

Harry narrowed his eyes and turned, seeing Illyrio and their guards but no Viserys. "I haven't a clue. Last I checked, he was screaming about not getting proper clothes this morning. More than likely, he borrowed some money from our host and is now getting drunk at some brothel. I'll check in on him tomorrow."

Dany nodded and sighed, her eyes going wide at a pair of Dothraki men fucking to the left of them. It was generally a wild scene all around them with a few Dothraki fighting in front of them as they made it to the end of the line. Khal Drogo was sitting up at the front of the area and his dark eyes zeroed in on Harry.

Harry dipped his head in a nod, scanning the other people who were sitting at the front. There was one man who was of light skin, wearing Westeroi armor and had a sword at his hip. But the others were definitely Dothraki.

"And who would you be?"

Jorah Mormont turned at the prince's question, seeing the silver haired man raise an eyebrow. "Ser Jorah Mormont, at your service."

"You are a knight from our home?" Daenerys Targaryen asked, her eyes lighting up with interest. The three dragons on their combined laps chirped together then climbed down to the step before them, watching over the crowd. Jorah stared at them, blinking.

"Yes, I am. The rumors are true," Jorah whispered in awe, gesturing to the dragons. "You did hatch them."

"I did," Prince Jaehaerys remarked.

A gruff question from the prince's left drew his attention, finally able to look fully at his betrothed. Khal Drogo looked him over, dark eyes stopping on the dragons.

Harry stared at the other man, watching him growl another, or perhaps the same, question in Dothraki. He shook his head. "I don't understand."

"Ser Jorah?"

"He is asking about the dragons, Khalessi."

"What's Khalessi mean?" Harry asked.

"It means husband or wife of the Khal," Jorah explained. "The Dothraki have different gender notions than the rest of Essos and Westeros do so most of their terms for rank are fluid. Except for Khal. There has not been a Khal who is a woman in the history of the Dothraki."

"I hatched them the morning you first saw me," Harry offered, knowing that given a little privacy, he would be able to cast a translation spell. It would aid in translating for a week then wear off, giving him a relatively good knowledge of the Dothraki language. He could see Dany look through the books that Jorah had given them, absorbing much of the knowledge and the titles.

Khal Drogo looked at his betrothed, wanting to run his fingers through the man's silver gold hair. Jaehaerys Targaryen had beautiful purple eyes, eyes that were dark enough to possibly match his own dark eyes. This prince also seemed less… arrogant than the other one, quieter and more thoughtful. Drogo stood up, hearing all the noises in the khalasar stop for their khal. Men stopped trying to fuck other women and even one stopped a blow meant for another man.

He walked through the crowd as they stood aside to let him pass, assuming Jaehaerys would follow. His bloodriders followed him, with Cohollo leading the silver stallion right over to him. Drogo stopped and gestured to the horse, seeing Jaehaerys' eyes widen. The dragons were not in the prince's arms anymore and Drogo peered over at where Daenerys was, seeing the dragons in her arms and on her shoulder. The black one was whining, wings reaching out towards Jaehaerys.

His Khalessi spoke something in the language of the city folk and Drogo could hear awe in his voice. He grinned as Jaehaerys walked up to the horse and stroked its neck. Drogo took a step towards the other man and reached out with the intention to lift him onto the silver horse.

Jaehaerys stiffened and glared at him when Drogo touched him. The silver prince crossed his arms and gestured to the horse, saying something in his language. Drogo again reached out, having pulled back and then Jaehaerys rolled his eyes, placed one arm on the horse's saddle and jumped up.

Jaehaerys then turned to stare at him, grinning slightly, as if to say, 'ha, I don't need help'.

Drogo smirked and then mounted his own horse. Cohollo and Haggo nodded at him then Drogo urged his horse to a trot.

Harry watched Drogo as the other man galloped ahead, occasionally slowing down to watch Harry too. He had said yes to the arranged marriage, more as a way to escape Illyrio and other men and women who would want to use him for their own gains. Drogo also didn't care that Harry was a Targaryen prince. He would have to see what the Dothraki think of magic before showing his off before his intended partner but he was… optimistic.

Also Drogo was attractive. Harry hadn't had bed partners in this life yet but if he was going to pick one, it would be Drogo. Not some uninteresting woman or man that would just see that he was royalty and worship him for that.

They rode until it was dark and finally stopped at the coast, which was an hour away from Pentos. A little hut had been set up, by someone, with torches set up at the hut entrance. Maybe one of the Dothraki. Harry would have to get someone to teach him how the tribe worked as he only knew of the Khal. If he was going to be basically consort to the leader of what was the biggest khalasar in Essos then he would like to know everything. Though if Harry did regain the throne, Drogo would be his consort. Consort to his king.

Harry's stomach churned at the thought. It was a long ways away, regaining the throne to the Seven Kingdoms but he thought it was worth it. His brother would have wanted them to return to Westeros and regain their home. He knew Dany didn't particularly care whether or not they regained their home but Harry… He still remembered what it was like in the Red Keep.

Drogo dismounted and tied his horse to a tree and approached Harry.

"Are we about to have sex?"

Drogo stared up at him, raising an eyebrow.

"Right… Consummate the marriage and all that."

Harry returned the apprehensive expression but dismounted anyways. He walked past Drogo to tie his horse, the gift that his betrothed had given him, to the tree with Drogo's. The little hut looked out over the cliff by the sea and Harry took a brief moment to look out over the sea, watching as the waves buffeted the cliff.

"At least, I finally got to see the ocean," Harry remarked bemusedly. "Even if it is in another world."

Drogo said something in the Dothraki language and then Harry heard the other man walk up to him, stopping right behind him.

"Do you… understand the word 'no'?" Harry belatedly asked, unsure about this. He had never gotten to marry in his previous life as he had taken the ghostly train right after Voldemort had cast the killing curse at him. And this was technically an arranged marriage. He had gotten to choose but he had gotten the idea if he had said no then Viserys would have forced Daenerys to get married.

The tall line of man behind him took a step closer and then Harry felt arms come around his waist. Gentle arms, which were a contradiction to how Drogo looked. Harry leaned back tentatively, enjoying the warmth coming from the man. Drogo tightened his arms around him briefly then slowly turned Harry around, letting him look up into Drogo's dark eyes. There wasn't much of a height difference between them, only a few inches separated them.

"No," Drogo said, shaking his head. His accent was rough but Harry understood perfectly.

"No?"

"No," Drogo repeated, reaching out to tug Harry's tunic off slowly.

"Hey, isn't that going a little fast?" Harry retorted, glaring at Drogo. He crossed his arms, trying and failing to hide his chest which was fast growing cold with the chilly night air.

Drogo stared at him. Jaehaerys stared back, narrowing his eyes then sighing, rising up on his tiptoes and leaning into kiss him. Drogo started as soon as his dragon prince pulled back, purple eyes expectant but a little weary.

Are you scared of me?

Jaehaerys tilted his head but shook his head, saying something in his language that Drogo couldn't understand. The bare skin of Jaehaerys' chest was loosely scarred, one or two old wounds that Drogo reached out touch, feeling the raised skin of the wounds. One reached from Jaehaerys' ribs to his waist, a thin, narrow line.

Drogo narrowed his eyes.

Who hurt you? I want to know.

Jaehaerys again shook his head, indicating that he didn't understand what Drogo was saying. Drogo reached out again and pulled Jaehaerys with him to the small hut that one of his bloodriders must have set up for them.

The silver haired man followed willingly, silently. Drogo urged Jaehaerys down onto the bedroll set in the middle of the hut so he could look down on his khalessi's beauty and set about tugging off the other man's leggings. Jaehaerys frowned but let him, kicking them off and throwing them in another corner of the tent.

Drogo hovered over Jaehaerys, watching the other man look his fill too. Jaehaerys said something in his language as Drogo looked over the man, watching as his intended twitched under his gaze. Jaehaerys' cock hardened in response to his own. He could hear the trees outside move a little more with the wind and the hut was battered by a strong wind then it went still.

He watched as Jaehaerys moved one of his hands down to below his waist, lifting up onto his arms to reach back. Drogo's eyes widened as he realized what the other man was doing, as Jaehaerys' wrist crooked. Drogo growled out and reached down, replacing Jaehaerys' hand with his own.

You're beautiful.

Jaehaerys looked up at him, his pupils blown with lust.

Drogo smirked and crooked his own fingers deeper into Jaehaerys' ass.

Harry whined, remembering the few times he had had sex in his previous life. He had been on top with Draco and enjoyed it but this? This was amazing... Mayhap he could persuade Drogo to occasionally switch sex positions. Drogo crooked his fingers again and Harry leaned back against them before tugging the other man down for a wet and sloppy kiss, shuddering as Drogo got them both into position. The Khal shed his leather leggings and slowly readied, pulling his fingers back and tipping his cock into the man's hole.

Jaehaerys yelped, hissing out something in a whole other language that Drogo hadn't heard from the man before. Drogo slid into his prince, enjoying the slickness of each thrust. He growled out an exclamation before continuing to thrust in before pulling out and thrusting again, feeling Jaehaerys still before tightening around him. Drogo froze before the pleasurable ache in his body heightened and he spilled into his lover.

Jaehaerys let out a huff as Drogo fell onto him, still entwined. His khalessi groaned out something in his language and then Drogo felt a poke at his stomach. Jaehaerys was scowling at him, looking at Drogo like he had forgotten something.

Drogo returned the look, raising an eyebrow.

Jaehaerys glared at him before pointing at his cock. His still hard cock.

Drogo snorted before wrapping a warm hand around Jaehaerys and tugging a few times. Jaehaerys blinked, his eyes closing in bliss as he came and falling back as Drogo withdrew. Drogo grinned and lay down on the bedroll, pulling Jaehaerys close and tugging the fur in the nearest corner over them. Jaehaerys was already asleep, his breathing slow and even. Drogo was just about to close his eyes when he heard a quiet, questioning chirp.

The hut's fabric door was nudged open and Drogo reached for the dagger he had brought with him only to stop, his eyes widening. The little black dragon that Drogo had seen on Jaehaerys' lap at the feast pushed through the door, toddled over, and looked up at Drogo. The dragon's black eyes were narrowed, like the creature was protective of Jaehaerys already.

Drogo watched as it flapped its wings once then ambled over to curl up next to Jaehaerys and fell asleep too. It had likely walked all the way over here, from Pentos to the coast and was probably exhausted. Drogo laughed quietly then wrapped an arm around Jaehaerys and fell asleep.