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Marisari sat beside her husband, watching the crude dancing of the Dothraki women as they were brought gifts from their many guests. The Khal had not said one word to her since the ceremony and it was making Marisari nervous, was she not agreeable to him? Did he regret his decision? Looking over to Dany she was rewarded with an encouraging smile, helping to ease her nerves some.
Sari was shocked at some of the gift they were receiving, what in the world would they need a chest full of snakes for? What would they do with them?
Marisari gasped when the man picked the snakes up with his bare hands, and saw from the corner of her eye the Khal smirking at her. He was very amused by his little wife's innocence.
Marisari turned to her husband hesitantly and asked him, "Are you enjoying the feast, my Khal?"
Khal Drogo grinned, pleased with the fact that she made an effort to speak with him. Turning his head to answer her, he caught sight of a dark bruise on her cheek. Reaching over he placed his hand against it and asked her in a deep, angered tone, "Whose hand did that come from, little wife?"
Sari froze upon hearing his question. What should she tell him? Should he answer truthfully? Taking a breath she told her husband, "The fault was mine, I laughed at my brother, and he was within his rights to punish me as my guardian."
Khal Drogo sent a deathly glare at Viserys, who shrunk back in his chair in fright. Reaching for his weapon as he stood, Drogo felt a hand on his arm and looked down at his little wife, who was pleading with him not to hurt her bother, Drogo frowned and sat back down.
Turning back to his little wife, Drogo told her, "After today he will never lay a hand on you again. I'll gut the cowardly little bastard myself if he does." His words earned a grateful smile from his wife, comforting her in a way he couldn't possibly understand.
Marisari opened her mouth to speak more but was disrupted by and ambassador for Qarth, as the man presented his gift he motioned for his servants to place it directly in front of the Khaleesi, putting the Khal on edge, no one had given a gift solely for the Khaleesi and he thought perhaps it was something dangerous, "Gifts from Prince Xaro, Khaleesi, as a sign of friendship and that he bears you and your brother no ill will for breaking your agreement."
Khal Drogo looked to his new wife for an interpretation of what the man had just said, and when she told him he was even more confused, "What agreement does the man speak of, wife?"
"Before you chose me to be your wife instead of my sister, my brother had sold me to Prince Xaro of Qarth to be his mistress in exchange for gold to buy ships with." Marisari explained to him quietly and she could see the anger clouding over his eyes once again.
Before Drogo could say anything else on the matter, the chest was opened and a little head popped out. It was the head of a baby dire wolf. And Marisari was reaching for it before anyone could move to stop her. The little creature whined in fright of her new surroundings, but as soon as she was places on Sari's lap she was snuggling into her. The pup was completely white, save for a black patch of fur around her eye.
Marisari lifted her eyes to the ambassador and grinned happily, "Send Prince Xaro my immense gratitude please. I am very happy with his gift." Turning to her sister she called excitedly, "Dany come look at the pup!" Drogo grinned, glad to see his little wife was happy with her new pet.
Dany smile and left her seat to come kneel beside her sister as they began petting with the little puppy, who was enjoying all the attention. "What will you name her?" Dany asked, looking up at her sister.
Marisari looked at the pup for a time thinking, finally she answered, "Tala, it means little wolf."
Dany giggled and pointed at her sister, "That's not very original, sister."
Marisari chuckled and opened her mouth to retort but was cut off when she saw a fight beginning to break out between two of the men.
Both she and Dany were horrified at how escaladed the fight was getting and Sari looked over to Drogo hoping he was going to stop it, but all she saw was a smirk on his face as he drank his fermented mare's milk and watched the fight continue.
When both men where each handed a Crescent shaped sword Marisari began to worry that it was not going to end well. Dany had gone back to her seat beside Viserys and Sari had placed Tala on the floor beside her feet, where the pup was now resting.
The fight came to an end when one of the men's swords caught the other man in the belly and turned him to face the platform, ripping him open in the process, and then cutting off the dead man's braid.
Drogo quickly looked over to his little wife when he heard her sharp gasp, worried that the violence had been too much for her. But was he saw when he turned was blood spattered on her face and arms and several droplets of it on her white dress.
Dany ran over to her quickly and began helping her wipe the blood off her face and arms. When Dany began trying to clean off Sari's dress, she just pushed her arms away and told her, "Leave it; I will try to get the blood out later."
Drogo reached over and cupped her cheek, "Are you alright my little zhavvorsa? If you are sad about the blood on your dress I will kill the man for you."
Marisari shook her head quickly, "No, I am alright, truly. It is not the first time I have seen bloodshed, it certainly will not be the last." Pausing slightly she called to Lord Illyrio, "Master Illyrio, what does Zhavvorsa mean, I have not yet learned that word."
Lord Illyrio smiled kindly at her and answered, "It means Dragon, Khaleesi."
"Oh," Marisari said quietly looking over to the Khal and giving him a shy smile, one which he returned with a grin of his own until an older looking man walking over to the platform with some books in his hand. Her husband welcomed the man, "Come, Jorah the Andal."
The man, Jorah, bowed to her husband, "Great Khal." before walking up the platform and over to Marisari. He stared at her much too long for either her or her husband's liking before he finally offered her the books in his hands, "A small gift for the new Khaleesi; songs and histories from the seven kingdoms."
Marisari took the books carefully from the man's hand, "Thank you, Jorah the Andal." She replied to him with a grateful smile. Drogo grinned proudly at her. He was pleased that she knew their language and could converse easily with him and their people.
Jorah smiled back at her, "Ah the Khaleesi knows the language of her people, I see."
Marisari answered back, her smile still on her face, "Yes, I began teaching myself as soon as I learned about the agreement between my brother and husband." Pausing slightly before asked him, "Are you from my country?"
The man nodded his head, "Ser Jorah Mormont of Bear Island. I served your father for many years." turning to look at Viserys and Dany he finished in English, "Gods be good, I hope to always serve the rightful King." Jorah cleared his throat, "If I may be so bold, Khaleesi, your husband is a very lucky Khal. The rumors do not do your beauty justice."
Marisari heard Drogo growl at the man in front of them and her smile became a little more strained, "Thank you, Ser Jorah, you are very kind to say so."
Jorah must have seen that his praise on Marisari had put the Khal on edge, so he bowed and walked back down the platform just as Lord Illyrio stood and motioned for his servants to bring his gift forward.
Two servants brought a large chest forward and set it in front of Marisari. Drogo looked just as intrigued as Sari was to see what was in the chest.
When the men opened it there were two oddly shaped rocks. One completely black and the other one was as red as the color of her hair. Marisari stared transfixed by them for a long moment before looking up at Lord Illyrio, "Dragon's eggs, Marisari, from the Shadow Lands beyond Asshai. The ages have turned them to stone, but they will always be beautiful."
Marisari picked one up for a moment and just held it as Tala sniffed at the chest inquisitively and barked at it, by her feet. Looking up at Illyrio she gave him a grateful smile, "Thank you, my Lord Illyrio." Who in turn nodded his head and sat back down beside her siblings. She could see the look of awe on Dany's face, and the look of envy on Viserys'.
Drogo looked at her questionably, curious as to know what they were. Before she could tell him, Drogo stood from his seat and stared at her waiting for her to put the egg back down, stand and take his outstretched hand. As soon as she was on her feet, he began leading her down the stairs of the platform where everyone crowded around them.
He stopped and left her standing alone as he walked over to a large black stallion, taking the reins from one of his blood riders. Drogo walked the horse over to Marisari and presented it to her as his wedding gift. Marisari looked up at her husband in shock, was this beautiful horse hers? Drogo nodded his head at her unspoken question.
Sari grinned happily at her husband and began running her fingers through the horses mane, "He is very beautiful, Thank you." She finished in English since there were no words for thank you in Dothraki.
Drogo smirked down at her, glad that she was pleased with his gift. Grabbing her by her waist, Drogo lifted her up and placed her atop the horse. As he went to mount his own Viserys walked over to her and murmured to her, "Make him happy. Or there will be consequences." before she and Drogo rode away from the feast.
Drogo she rode to a tall cliff that overlooked the ocean. After he helped her down from her horse she walked over to the edge and stood there looking out over the sea waiting for him to come to her.
She was extremely nervous; despite being a bastard and living in poverty most of her life she was still pure and untouched. She was afraid she wouldn't know how to please her husband.
Marisari felt him come up behind her and undo the clasp at the back of her neck that was holding her wedding dress up. As her dress pooled to the ground, Drogo wrapped one of his arms around her waist and cupped her breast with the other hand. He began kissing her neck gently eliciting a quiet moan from Sari.
When Marisari felt Drogo trying to lead her to the ground and onto all fours, Sari stopped her husband and turned around to face him, "If it is not to much to ask, I would like to look upon your face our first night as man and wife." He words caused the Khal to give her a gentle smile as he began leading her back to the ground, only this time facing him, where they would stay for the rest of the night.