Sister's Keeper
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A/N: This chapter is rated M
Chapter 4: Across the Grass Sea
The consummation was a success.
My Sweet sister Daenerys is now a Khaleesi.
Not long after the wedding, did Khal Drogo wanted to leave Pentos to Vaes Dothrak. It was the Dothraki sacred city, the one place they all go to. Khal Drogo wanted to present his wife to the Dosh Khaleen and other Khals. Magister Illyrio offered his hospitality to Viserys and me, to wait for Khal Drogo to give his share of the bargain. Viserys refused, stating he wants to make sure Drogo follows through. Illyrio suggests I remained in Pentos where I would be safe. But once more, Viserys was being stubborn wanting to keep the family together. At least we were provided horses, supplies, and generous riding gear.
It was a long humid journey. Daenerys asked me to ride alongside her which I did. It won't be until night or when the Khalasar decided to make camp where we would have to join our husbands. We could see it in each other's eyes neither of us wants to be with them. For every night our husbands take us. Viserys is determined to produce an heir. I wished there's time for me to go to a market and purchase some tonics. Back at Magister Illyrio's palace, the servants whispered about a potion that can prevent pregnancy for a short period. Sadly, with the Khalasar leaving after the wedding…there was no time. I could only pray that the gods prevent me from conceiving.
We stopped to watch the Dothraki walk or ride their horses through the grasslands. Neither exhausted from the hours-long journey. No doubt all evolve to have longer endurance. There were a few things though that bother me. Seeing people in rope. Slaves. The practice of slavery appalls me. In many of the Free Cities. Remembering our stay in Volantis, where slaves are mark with tattoo on their faces by their specific craft. The worse being a teardrop as a sign of prostitution.
Ser Jorah who joined the journey to serve the King came over.
"You need to drink, child, and eat," Ser Jorah told Daenerys. He reached for his satchel pulling out dry meat and handed it to her.
Daenerys tried not to express her disgust, "Isn't there anything else?"
"The Dothraki have things in abundance: grass and horses. People can't live on grass." Ser Jorah replied.
Daenerys tried to eat the dry meat. I held my balance and search for any provisions Magister Illyrio provided. I found some seeded bread. Mainly a mixture of edible seeds, oats, and herbs. I handed it over which Daenerys accepted and began to eat. It doesn't taste great, but it's better than horseflesh. Ser Jorah noticed this act. Seeing how sore and exhausted we were from days of riding.
"In the Shadow Lands beyond Asshai, they say there are fields of ghost grass with stalks as pale as milk that glows in the night. It murders all other grass. The Dothraki believe that one day it will cover everything – that's the way the world will end," Ser Jorah said.
Khal Drogo rode by not noticing our presence. Daenerys looked at him till petrified what happen during the consummation.
"It'll get easier," I told her.
Daenerys sighed, as she rode off to join her husband. I watched her go seeing how strong she has become. So far there are no marks on her body that I could see other than the blisters forming on her palm from holding the reins tightly. She hasn't told me what happened during her consummation or how he treats her. I can only assume based on her reactions and appearance on her body.
"She is strong," Ser Jorah said.
"That she is," I agreed. "Stronger than me."
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"It's nothing," I answered.
Ser Jorah stared at me, till his eyes linger on the part of my exposed back near my hip where a bruised from. An impression of a handprint could be seen, where Viserys grabbed me roughly during intercourse. Adjusting my dress, I took off to join my brother-husband.
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We reached a camp where the rest of Khal Drogo Khalasar resided. There were many tents and huts made of wood and animal skin. Women tending the fire in prepping dinner, skinning animals, or tanning. Children were all about, as daughters carried water from the streams and sons either playing or carving. It seems peaceful as if this was normal in the environment, they lived in.
When the group stopped, Viserys got off his horse and came over to help me. I winced, extremely saddle sore, yet did not express my discomfort. Looking ahead, I saw Ser Jorah helping Daenerys off her horse while her three handmaidens rushed in to attend her needs. Viserys gestured us to where the tent would be.
"We're still not far from Pentos, Your Grace," Ser Jorah said. "Magister Illyrio has extended his hospitality. You'd be more comfortable there."
Viserys removed his riding gloves, "I have no interest in hospitality or comfort. I'll stay with Drogo until he fulfills his end of the bargain and I have my crown."
"As you wish, Your Grace," Ser Jorah said.
"Well, Mormont, as brutish as this life is, I suppose it is preferable to beheading." Viserys murmured. "What did Ned Stark want you for? Buying from a slaver?"
"Selling to one – some poachers I caught on my land," Ser Jorah confessed.
Viserys laughed, "Under my reign, you won't be punished for such nonsense. You can rest assured of that."
Nothing else to say, the dragon left leaving me with the exiled knight. I was surprised, for I was given the expression he was a traveler not a man in exile. He looked down ashamed from how his passed presented itself.
"Do you regret it?" I asked.
"I do, my lady," Ser Jorah answered. "You do things out of love until realizing it was never loved, but to make that person happy when you barely have nothing in an illusion."
"Expensive wife?" I asked.
"Aye, a Lady from the Reach," he answered.
"Tyrell?" I assumed.
Ser Jorah shook his head, "Hightower."
I nodded assuming he doesn't want to discuss any more of his wife. Excusing myself, I went to the tent that was arranged. Viserys was not pleased, complaining about the smell and limited furnishing. I had to bite my tongue from saying we were traveling and it will get better once we reach the Vaes Dothrak. Thinking of a way to make this slightly better, I lit some several fragrant candles and incense. This seemed to please him enough to calm down.
"Is there anything you want me to mend?" I offered.
Viserys thought about it, till tossing me his tunic. It was the same tunic from the wedding. He wanted to wear his royal garment to remind the Dothraki he was a king. Although, they were not suitable for travel or this weather. Keeping my mouth shut, I pulled out my sewing kit and began to mend the tunic.
Over the next few weeks, I try to understand the Dothraki culture and their language. There was one woman who Viserys bought name Irri. She is originally Daenerys handmaiden, but my sister was generous in sharing her handmaidens except for one. Apparently, Doreah had joined the travel. Seeing my brother-husband mistress for the first time. Seeing her for the first time was strange, a complete opposite from me. She had long brown hair, hazel eyes, fair skin, and held curves. I've also noticed parts of her bare skin seeing no mark on her. How is it she's caress by Viserys yet I am the one bruised?
Anyway, Irri tried her best to explain the Dothraki culture. She told me how the moon is a goddess, the wife of the sun. She also told me how Daenerys was doing. My sister being distance, yet Irri explained she has been recovering from the long journey. Also, notice a chance between the Khaleesi and Khal Drogo. No longer was she hesitant around her husband. When I was summoned to the Khal's tent seeing Daenerys smile. She was no longer wearing the Pentos attire but a woven top, hide skirt, and a golden belt.
"Is there a reason for that smile?" I asked.
"Yes," Daenerys answered. "Drogo is respectful of me."
"I'm glad to hear that," I said.
"How is Viserys?" she asked.
"Nonstop complaining," I answered. "Mainly for the smell."
"And has he…"
"He wants a child," I said. "Best to close my eyes and get on with it."
"But you don't want a child," she said.
"Not right now," I confessed. I do want to have children, but I don't want Viserys children. Afraid how far inbreeding can do to an infant. But sooner or later, Viserys get's what he wants.
"Have you told him?" She asked.
I gave her a hard look. Telling Viserys will be a punch to the face. Daenerys realized this and apologize. I sighed walking over and cradle her cheek.
"No need to worry about me," I told her. "Right now, focus on yourself. You got out."
Daenerys nodded, as she gave me a hug. I hugged her back, savoring this moment knowing when the time comes to sail home and Viserys conquest we go our separate ways.
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The journey continues for Vaes Dothrak.
The Khalasar travel through a forest of bamboo. Never have I seen such plants. All green in cylinder form with rings. The winds blew bending them yet they remain strong. Daenerys and I were in awe, as her Khas, protector Rakharo followed behind and Irri walking beside us. Not long after Ser Jorah joined our company. We were still curious, as we asked questions about the Dothraki. Although, on our travels we've noticed the difference between who was Dothraki and who was a slave.
"Do the Dothraki buy their slaves?" Daenerys asked curiously.
"The Dothraki don't believe in money," Ser Jorah answered. "Most of their slaves were given to them as gifts."
"From whom?" I asked.
"If you rule a city and you see the horde approaching, you have two choices: pay tribute or fight. An easy choice for most. Of course, sometimes it's not enough. Sometimes a Khal feels insulted by the number of slaves he's given. He might think the men too weak or the women too ugly. Sometimes a Khal decides his haven't had a good fight in months and need the practice." Ser Jorah explained.
"Kash goy goyi thira disse! (Only while blood of my blood lives!)" a Bloodrider yelled whipping at a slave who was carrying a large basket over his back. Many of the slaves were exhausted, needing a moment of rest.
"Tell them all to stop," Daenerys said.
"You want the entire horde to stop?" Ser Jorah asked. "For how long?"
Daenerys stopped her horse which the others did as well, as she said, "Until I command them otherwise."
"You're learning to talk like a queen," Ser Jorah noted.
"Not a queen," she said. "A Khaleesi."
It's shocking to see how fast my sweet sister was maturing since her marriage to Khal Drogo. Like the embers inside her soul are now set ablaze. Makes me feel proud and sad at the same time. Knowing Viserys hasn't broken her.
Daenerys jumped off her horse and went into the forest saying she needed a moment. I wasn't sure if she needed to relieve herself or a moment to think. The Khalasar waited, as Ser Jorah spoke in Dothraki to explain what is going on.
"Annakhas dozgosores (Stop the horde)." The Andal said.
We continued to wait. Until I got a bad feeling crept up my spine. Asking Irri and Rakharo to follow. Ser Jorah joined as well, as we rode through the bamboo forest until seeing Viserys holding Daenerys in a chokehold while pointing his sword at her. Rakharo galloped forward using a whip, snapped it around Viserys neck and yanked him away. Viserys fell to the ground grasping his throat, choking.
"Hash shafka zali nharees, zhey khaleesi? (Do you want him dead Khaleesi?)" Rakharo asked.
"Rakharo ask if you want him dead, Khaleesi?" Irri translated.
"No!" Daenerys and I yelled.
"Ishish chare achareo has me nem ejervau nharesoon. (Maybe the ear will listen if it is removed from the head.)" Rakharo recommended.
"Rakharo say you should take ear, to teach respect." Irri translated agreeing.
"Please, please, don't hurt him." Daenerys pleaded. She glances at Jorah and me, then said. "Tell him I don't want my brother harmed."
"Khaleesi vos zalo meme nem azisa. (Khaleesi, does not want him harmed.)" Irri told Rakharo.
"Huh?" Rakharo replied confused.
Irri gave him a look followed by a shrug. The warrior sighed muttering "Shafki," then loosen his whip freeing Viserys who was being suffocated. He gasped, panting rapidly to catch his breath. Around his neck was a red mark as bruising began to form. His lilac eyes narrow, knowing later I will be suffering the consequences after this. The waking of the dragon.
Viserys stood up, bellowing, "Mormont! Kill these Dothraki dogs!"
Ser Jorah glanced at Rakharo who stared cautiously. Ser Jorah Mormont earned his respect with the Dothraki. Traveling nearby and possibly fought alongside them. If not, him being an exiled knight, a trained swordsman. Here was Ser Mormont chance to prove where his loyalties lie. The men stare for a moment until facing Viserys.
"I am your King!" Viserys exclaimed.
"Shall we return to the Khalasar, Khaleesi?" Ser Jorah asked my sister.
This surprised us Targaryens. Then again, Daenerys was a Khaleesi, with her husband she has more power over the Dothraki in Drogo's Khalasar. Meanwhile, Viserys only had a name, the same as I. We hold no power, just a name, and bloodline. Daenerys nodded, as she walked over to her horse that Ser Jorah brought with him. Irri came over, helping her lady onto the white mare. She looked at me, expressing her apologies knowing I will have to tame Viserys wrath once we make camp. I merely nodded suggesting they go.
Viserys growled, picking up his custom sword walking over to his horse. However, Rakharo took custody of the reins.
"Uh uh uh uh uh," Rakharo said. "You walk."
The Warrior started leaving with Viserys horse. My brother-husband approach me, about to climb on when he cries out in pain falling to the ground. Behind Viserys Rakharo had his whip retracted after snapping it on the Dragon's bum.
"Walk," Rakharo repeated, as he came over taking hold of the reins of my horse and escorted me out.
I looked over my shoulder seeing Viserys glaring at me.
.o0o.
When the Khalasar made camp and the tent was made, Viserys grabbed my hair and pulled me inside. Even in Dothraki culture, women were still lesser beings, only rank higher than a slave. So, no one came to help me, as Viserys threw me to the ground straddle my waist and began to smack me hard. I tried to cover my face from the blows, turning to the side to limit the damage.
"How dare she wake the dragon!" Viserys yelled. "How dare you not support me. I am your brother-husband!"
A hard smack with his ring struck my temple. I cried, "I'm sorry. I didn't know what to do!"
"You will pay for your lack of obedience," Viserys growled.
He ripped the bottom of my dress forcing my legs apart with one hand and leg while keeping his other on my neck. I struggle to escape, yet the grasp on my neck made it difficult. Viserys pulled his dick out and thrust himself inside me. I cried, being unprepared for the intrusion. He thrust rapidly, pounding away while hunching over grabbing my body. It hurt that I closed my eyes and bit my lip. Going back to the sunken place.
Once Viserys was done, he stood up correcting himself. I laid their opening my eyes staring at the small gap between the tent and ground. Seeing many feet who heard but did nothing. Feeling alone in this world, having no one there to support me. All disgusted inside, I sat up not looking at Viserys.
"Permission to clean myself?" I mumbled.
Viserys paused seeing the state I was in. "Yes, and if anyone asks- "
"I fell off my horse," I finished.
"Good," he murmured walking over to the cot.
I gather a rag, and slowly made my way out of the tent and went to the waterhole. Having my hair down, masking my swollen face and search for somewhere private. Finding a secluded area, behind some bushes I took sanctuary to wash myself. Damping the rag, and scrubbing my skin hard, especially in my private attempting to wipe away the semen. I whimpered in how sore and tender I was.
Nearly two months of traveling, every other night when the Khalasar make camp does Viserys take me to produce an heir. However, this was not pressured sex. No, once more I was raped again. Just the same when I was fifteen and spoke about survival, to give up our claimant and marry other people. Now I was raped because I could do nothing against Rakharo who was protecting his Khaleesi. At least Dany is in good hands, and not trap with an impulsive dragon.
When I was done, I secured my gown and started to make my way back to hell. Slowly to delay from seeing him. Suddenly my foot tripped on a rock falling to the ground scraping my hands and knee.
"My lady, are you all right," a person asked touching my arm.
I stumbled away not wanting to be touch, seeing the person was Ser Jorah. His eyes widened seeing the swelling forming on my face.
"Alysanne, what happened?" he asked placing his hand on my shoulder that I flinched away.
"I fell off my horse," I answered.
Ser Jorah scowled, "How many times has he lay a hand on you."
I stared into his blue eyes, "More than a lifetimes' worth."
"No man should harm his wife," Ser Jorah said.
"We are nothing but property. Our husbands can do as they please," I managed to say before leaving.
I return to my tent seeing Viserys had fallen asleep, hogging the rest of the cot. Unable to forgive him, I glance at the two swords hanging on the post. I walked over to the post taking the Targaryen sword unsheathing it. I glance at the blade, made of Valyrian Steel, as it was simple except for the pommel holding a dragon's head. Gripping the handle, glancing at Viserys deep in slumber as if nothing happened. All the emotions were piling up, hands shaking as I came over ready to stab him.
I had enough. I'm sick and tired of this abuse. Knowing Dany was in good hands, after two months of learning about the Dothraki. They were brutal, yes, but they are loyal and what Daenerys has told me how Khal Drogo has been treating her…then I should end this madness. Viserys…my dear brother Viserys died when Ser Willem died. No longer will I take the pain. I raised the sword aiming towards his chest taking a deep breath.
Only to stop, stepping away covering my mouth. What am I doing? Quickly and quietly, I sheathed the sword and left the tent. Just as I left, I collided into another person. I stepped back to apologize until looking up seeing it was Khal Drogo. He stared at me his face neutral yet eyes linger at my face and attire. I stepped aside thinking he wanted to have a word with Viserys, although none of his translators were with him. Instead, he grabbed my arm and pulled me away from the tent.
Confused and frightened, trying to muster some Dothraki words to tell him to let go. He ignored me as he dragged me through the camp until coming up the center where the Khal and Khaleesi resign. The first thought was that he was going to rape me. That is until he took me to a tent next to his where Daenerys was. Khal Drogo said something in Dothraki which Daenerys replied in gratitude. He solely nodded and left.
I was confused, wondering what is going on.
Daenerys came over placing a hand on me, but I pulled back. Her eyes widened seeing the condition I was in. Seeing the marks and dress ripped.
"Alysanne…I'm so sorry. I should've had Rakharo watched over you," Daenerys said softly.
"It would've prolonged the inevitable," I whispered.
"Did he…"
"Yes," I confirmed.
She scowled, for she has seen Viserys raping me before, even the first time. And always witness his assaults that leave bruises. There was nothing she can do about it. I was Viserys sister-wife, I was bound to him like any wife. I obey and serve, and if I do wrong, I will be punished that he sees fits. Let's not forget that Viserys also gave Daenerys away so she could wed Khal Drogo.
"Why am I here?" I asked.
"This is your tent," Daenerys answered.
"What?" I asked confused.
"You have done so much for me…protecting me from Viserys. I'm a Khaleesi now, I can protect you." Daenerys answered. "Please let me help you. Tonight, will be the last night he lays a hand on you."
I took a deep breath feeling my walls crumble as I collapsed onto my knees and sobbed. Daenerys rushed over embracing me. So long I thought I was alone in this constant battle against Viserys. Fighting a losing battle to protect Daenerys. Now, my sweet sister wants to protect me.
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Several days have passed in the camp. Viserys trying to get close to me in order to produce an heir. However, the warriors who were assigned to Daenerys, known as Khas are Rakharo, Aggo, and Kovarro prevented him from coming near the tent. Another blessing was that I bleed again, confirming I am not with child. Even in this hell the gods still answer to small prays.
During this time, I spend it with Daenerys as she learns Dothraki from Irri. The handmaiden was braiding her hair teaching us the word "pride" in Dothraki. Jhiqui sat behind me braiding my hair as well. With my belongings in Viserys tent, I was provided with clothes and necessities. As I wore a skirt and a wrapped top that seems appropriate for the weather. The far east we go the hotter the climate has become.
"At jakar?" Daenerys said.
"Athjahakar," Irri corrected.
"Ath ja haker," Daenerys tried again.
"Athjahakar," Irri repeated slowly.
"Athjahakar," Daenerys said.
Irri smiled, "Yes, Khaleesi."
Suddenly the woman touched Daenerys breast startling her.
My sister gave a nervous laugh, "Oh, what are you doing?"
"When was last time you bleed, Khaleesi?" Irri asked.
I looked at Daenerys noticing her breast has indeed grown the past several weeks and gain some weight. During the travels, none of her saddles or clothes are covered in blood since the Dothraki have no hygiene methods for flowering. They merely let it flow.
I leaned over taking her hand, "You're a mother now."
Irri nodded placing her hand on Daenerys stomach, speaking in her native tongue, "Me azhasavva vezhofoon. (It's a blessing from the Great Stallion.)"
Daenerys nodded looking at he shocked in the revelation. At least her child won't be plagued with madness. Every time a Targaryen marries an outsider and has a child, it breaks the cycle. The child will have dragons' blood but will have a lesser chance if not any of the madness.
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Ser Jorah POV
Ser Jorah was in his tent with Rakharo. They were having a simple conversation over the difference in culture. Ever since befriending Khal Drogo's Khalasar, Rakharo has been coming over to learn of the Westerosi culture. Ser Jorah examined Rakharo arakh, a hook-like sword.
"For a man on horseback, the curved blade is a good thing, easier to handle," Jorah said. "It's a good weapon for a Dothrakan. But a man in full plate – shori tawakof the arakh won't get through the steel." He handed Rakharo blade back and grabbed his own sword, taking it out of its sheath. "That's where the broadsword has the advantage. Designed for piecing plate." Demonstrating it with his hand.
"Dothraki don't wear steel dresses," Rakharo said.
"Armor," Ser Jorah corrected.
"Armor," Rakharo repeated. "Armor make a man...Vroz?"
"Slow," Ser Jorah translated.
"Slow," Rakharo repeated.
"It's true, but it also keeps a man alive," Ser Jorah explained.
"My father taught me how to fight. He taught me that speed defeats size." Rakharo informed.
"I've heard that your father was a famous rider," Ser Jorah complimented.
"He was bloodrider to Khal Bharbo," Rakharo said.
Jorah grew silent, for when a Khal dies, his bloodriders must prepare his body for a funeral. Once his body is turned to dust for the Night Sky, the bloodriders have to finish his task before killing themselves to be with their Khal. Usually, the final mission is taking the Khal's Khaleesi to Vaes Dothrak to be one of the Dosh Khaleen. If his Khal were murder, the Bloodriders would have to avenge his death before joining him in the afterlife.
"And your father, Jorah the Andal? He was a warrior also?" Rakharo asked.
"He still is," Jorah answered sadly. "A man of great honor and I betrayed him."
Rakharo was surprised by this.
Irri entered the tent looking for Rakharo.
"The Khaleesi wants to eat something different tonight," Irri said. "Kill some rabbit."
"There are no rabbits," Rakharo said.
"Find some ducks, she likes ducks," Irri ordered.
Rakharo scuffed, "Have you seen any ducks, woman? No rabbits, no ducks. Do you have eyes in your head? Do you?"
"Dog then." Irri snapped. "I have seen many dogs."
"I don't think she wants to eat dog," Ser Jorah inserted himself into the conversation. Making the khas chuckle.
"The Khaleesi have baby inside her," Irri explained. "It is true. She does not bleed for two moons. Her belly starts to swell."
"A blessing from the Great Stallion," Rakharo prayed.
"She does not want to eat horse," Irri sneered.
Ser Jorah was surprised by the news. Ever since he went into exile and his wife, Lynesse abandoning him for another, all he could think about was going home. Over his years of travel as a sellsword, he encountered one of Varys's little birds. The Little Bird told him if the Exile Knight brings worthy information, he can be pardon of his crimes and return home to Bear Island, and even a divorce.
When the Targaryens came to Pentos, under Magister Illyrio protection, he watched from afar sending word to the Little Bird there. For many months he observed the three dragons living their lives, seeing Viserys socializing with other Magisters and powerful men while his two siblings Alysanne and Daenerys remain quiet. He saw them through the Pentos market with guards, seeing the girls smile and laugh, completely different people when not around their brother. However, during his spying, he also saw how Viserys treats them…primarily Alysanne. On rare occasion has he seen the Beggar King strike his wife. And yet she does not shed a tear. Also, he has read her body language, seeing her tense and force a smile.
Over the months he got to know the Targaryen sisters. Daenerys being childlike and sweet, while Alysanne was motherly, protective. Two curious women, willing to learn in a strange new world. Ser Jorah felt sorry for them, since he fought both sides during the war. Serving the Targaryens until obeying his father to come North and serve the liege House Stark. His father Jeor Mormont abdicated himself after many years so Jorah could be Lord of Bear Island. A disgrace when selling slaves to pay off his debts for Lynesse luxury. There are no other males left in House Mormont. Only his cousin Maege and her children. If he could give the news of Daenerys Targaryen, then he can go home and revive his House Name before extinction.
"I'll have the boys butcher a goat for supper," Ser Jorah announced.
Irri nodded in appreciation and left.
"I need to ride to Qohor," He announced standing up and sheathed his sword.
"Uh, we ride for Vaes Dothrak," Rakharo reminded.
"Don't worry, I'll catch you," Jorah promised. "The horse's easy to find."
He left his tent making way towards his horse. As he walked, he spotted Alysanne sitting by her hut near the open fire sewing. The Exile Knight paused, seeing her bruises mare her skin healing. Several days ago, after seeing Viserys attacking Daenerys, he knew the man was not worthy of being a king. Especially laying a hand on a woman. So, when the Khalasar made camp, and hours later he saw Alysanne limping and fall, he came to help her like a gentleman. Until she retracted from his touch and seeing the swelling on her face. In her indigo eyes, he saw pain and tears. The same expression slave women in Volantis held.
No man should lay a hand on his wife out of anger, Jorah thought.
Fearing for the young woman's life, he asked Khal Drogo by any chance he could provide his sister-in-law a hut close to her sister. Daenerys who heard the discussion asked as well. Khal Drogo rare on specific request obliged, having a hut beside his wife's and personally brought Alysanne over. For a time, the dragoness was safe. Although, how long when Ser Jorah gives this vital news to Varys.
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