A/N: First of all thank you to those who have reviewed. I always like to hear that people are enjoying my work.
Now the main reason for this note is to let people know that there is some dialogue and other things borrowed from the Game of Thrones TV show (although in a different setting) and I want to make it clear that these thing are not mine. They belong to the writers of the wonderful programme that has inspired me so much.

It was done. She was queen. Kahleesi. Faith silently reminded herself. She was now sitting on a throne beside Drogo, watching as various members of the tribe put on a show of fighting and debauchery while others kept presenting gifts to them. She felt uncomfortable sitting here because her place wasn't ruling. It was as a soldier, fighting and destroying evil. But deep down she knew that wasn't true. She'd been a leader before she'd come to this world, as the last living Chosen One following Buffy's death. Now she was leader of a horde of barbarians beside her husband. Husband. That word scared her but she found herself accepting it. Dawn hadn't at first but Faith had made it clear that it was her choice and that was that.

Now Dawn sat beside Jorah to her left, pulling faces at the violence before her and sending concerned glances Faiths' way. She smiled over at her, trying to reassure the younger woman. Jorah caught her gaze and nodded at her. He'd been stunned when she told him of her plan to marry the Kahl but had approved. He had seen the wisdom of her choice, integrating herself completely in this world so that they could complete the task he'd dreamt of. She didn't have the heart to tell him that hadn't even factored into her decision.

A ruckus distracted her from her thoughts. Despite the loud celebrations she'd heard since the ceremony this was different enough to draw her attention. A tall, thin man strode through the crowd, dragging a younger woman by her arm. They both had long white hair that gave them an ethereal appearance when coupled with their pale skin. The woman's expression was one of fear and embarrassment whilst the man was emanating rage. Several Dothraki warriors stepped in their path, blocking their way towards the Kahl. The man began to scream insults at them.

"Do you know who I am? Get out of my way, you savage! This wedding shouldn't have happened. Your leader promised me an army of 10,000 if I delivered him a wife and here she is!"

He tossed the younger woman forward, causing her to stumble. She would have fallen if Jorah hadn't leapt up to catch her. She kept her eyes down though she didn't push away from Jorah's embrace as he held her up. Dawn got up then and moved beside them, talking in a low voice to comfort the girl. Faith turned her attention back to the man.

"Who are you?"

Her question caused all eyes to turn to her before returning to the angry intruder, waiting for an answer. He seemed even more furious that she had dared speak to him but he had some sense to answer.

"I am Viserys of House Targaryen, King of the Andals and the First Men, Rightful Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm. Your barbarian promised me an army to reclaim the Iron Throne in return for my sister. I have delivered her, now I want what was promised to me."

Faith turned to raise an eyebrow at Drogo. Viserys's words had been translated for him and he simply looked back at her with an amused expression. She rolled her eyes at this and looked back at Viserys.

"This Iron Throne... you believe that it belongs to you?"

"My father sat upon that throne until it was stolen from him by traitors and usurpers. I simply want what is rightfully mine. It is the destiny of the Dragon to sit upon the Iron Throne."

Three sets of eyes stared in shock at Viserys as Faith, Dawn and Jorah digested his words.

"The Dragon?"

"Yes. The Targaryen family has long been associated with the dragons of this world and some of us have the soul of a dragon residing within us."

He put a hand proudly over his chest, clearly believing himself one such Targaryen. Faith wasn't so sure. However she was prevented from making any comment by Drogo getting quickly to his feet. He spoke in a big, commanding voice and his words were translated by a slave at his side.

"I have no need for your little woman. My kahleesi is by my side. Leave now and I will let you leave with your life."

With every word, Viserys's face was getting redder as his anger bubbled over into violent spluttering.

"You... you can't do this! You promised me! The Throne is mine and she is yours! That was the deal!"

Another man ran quickly up to his side, speaking under his breath in an attempt to calm the raging royal. He succeeded in silencing the outburst though the venom in Viserys's gaze was still present. The plump man spoke words of apology to Drogo that he simply waved away, watching dismissively as he strong-armed Viserys into walking away.

"Dany! We're leaving!"

The summoning screech had the young woman scrambling after him, leaving Jorah looking extremely unhappy as he watched her walk away. Faith watched as Viserys grabbed his sisters' arm, causing her to yelp in pain before they moved through the crowd and out of sight. It made Faith's blood boil. Celebrations resumed as if the incident had never happened but Faith could not forget so quickly. Impulsively she got to her feet only to be stopped by Drogo's vice-like grip on her arm. He sent her a warning look and tried to pull her back to her seat but she refused to be moved.

"I'll be back. I'm simply being a strong kahleesi, not a weak mouse who sits by her husbands' side."

After her words were translated Drogo hesitated before releasing her. She grinned at him in gratitude before she hopped off the podium. Many of the tribe watched her walk away with disgusted expressions but she ignored them, following in the footsteps of the Targaryens.

She heard them before she saw them. They were standing on the other side of a throng of tall reeds. It was Dany's voice she heard first.

"I didn't want to marry him, not for any army or throne."

Faith was impressed. The girl seemed quite downtrodden by her overbearing brother and she was pleased that she was standing up to him.

"But I want my army. And I will use anything I have to deliver it to me. For my army, I would let every barbarian fuck you. All 40,000 of them AND their horses. You should be grateful I was only handing you over to one. Now... who knows?"

Faith had heard enough.

"Viserys!" She called out to him and waited until he stepped through the reeds. From his expression he was still furious and from the death stares he was sending her way, she was sure she knew who he blamed. Instead of breaking his face like she was desperate to do, she smiled sweetly.

"My Lord, I think there has been a miscommunication between us. It's true that Kahl Drogo no longer has need for your sister to be his wife but there may be a way for you to still receive an army."

Viserys's expression lit up and his demeanor instantly changed.

"Is that so?"

"Possibly. I'm here to personally ask you to join our tribe for a time as my honored guests. During this time I'd like to get to know you both a little better and after then, maybe I can convince my husband to give you what you want. IF it pleases me."

The sugary sweet act was making her jaw ache but she kept it up and Viserys seemed stupid enough to actually be falling for it. He began fawning over her, apologizing for the 'unpleasantness' of earlier and accepting her gracious offer. As she led them back through the crowd and offered them a place beside Jorah and Dawn she could see the slight improvement in Jorah's mood and the darkening of Drogo's. She asked the slave to inform him that she would explain her reasons later in private and he seemed to accept this. She returned to her seat and settled down to enjoy the fighting before her.

More gifts were presented before them but it was Jorah's present that pleased her most. He gave her a stack of books, explaining that they were a collection of stories and songs from the Seven Kingdoms. She knew he was helping her to understand this world more and was touched by his thoughtfulness. Drogo didn't seem so happy with her reaction and waved Jorah away before getting swiftly to his feet. Faith was confused until she realised that she was supposed to follow him. She did so, stopping before a group of people who held two horses in place. Drogo's stallion was one of them. She'd had named the magnificent beast Angel as the Dothraki didn't seem to bother giving their horses names. She stroked his nose affectionately before her attention turned to the other horse that Drogo was now holding out to her. It was beautiful, a sleek mare with a white coat that shimmered like pearls. She understood now. This was his gift to her, her own horse. From the way the two horses rubbed against each other she guessed it was Angel's mate and the connection was not lost on her. He'd given her a horse that was paired with his own. She smiled up at him before turning to Jorah who had come to see the presentation, along with Dawn, Viserys and Daenerys.

"Jorah, I don't know the Dothraki word for thank you."

"There is no such word, khaleesi." He informed her.

In lieu of a spoken expression of gratitude she put a hand on his arm and smiled up into his eyes, trying to convey her thanks with her expression. In response he put his hands on her waist and lifted her up onto the mare's back, as he had tried to do the first day they'd met. This time she let him and as the two of them rode away from the camp she wondered what the hell was happening to the angry, spiky woman she'd been before she'd come here.

The sunset was a beautiful spectacle, firelight dancing across the crashing waves. But Faith simply stared at it blankly, standing on the rocks at the water's edge whilst Drogo tied up the horses. She knew what he expected and although sex had never been a problem for her before, this time was different. He was her husband and this act would consummate their marriage, making her his possession for the rest of their lives. She was terrified.

She was so caught up in her inner turmoil that she didn't even notice Drogo's presence until he was directly behind her. He turned her round to face him and she avoided looking into his eyes. A tear rolled down her cheek against her will until he stroked it away with a tender finger. She closed her eyes then, trying to deny the truth of her circumstances. She felt him moving around her and was shocked when he spoke in her language.

"No."

Her eyes snapped open though she still couldn't bring herself to look at him.

"Do you speak the common tongue?" She asked as he began pulling the pins from the shoulders of the long, floating dress that had been her wedding gown.

"No."

His answer exasperated her.

"Is 'no' the only word you know?"

He continued to untie the strands of material around her waist.

"No."

She screwed her eyes shut again as he slid the loose dress down her body, exposing her skin to the cool sea spray. His hands trailed down her arm to rest upon her hip. Heat blazed from his touch to ignite a fire between her legs. Opening her eyes she stared at the horizon, a revelation hitting her like a ton of bricks. It didn't matter. All her fears and doubts were inconsequential. All that mattered right now was that she wanted him and wanted him badly. She was desperate for his body in a way she hadn't really felt before. She contributed that to the fact she hadn't had sex for too long. She needed this, marriage or not.

Taking advantage of her distraction, Drogo put a hand on her back and forced her to her knees. She gathered her wits whilst he reached down to his pants, unfastening them to release his cock. She spun then so she was kneeling face to face with him. Anger and confusion clouded his expression and with rough hands he reached out to turn her back around. She slapped his hands away and planting her palms on his chest, she shoved him lightly. He rocked back, regained his balance and reached for her again. Again she slapped his hands, pushing them down and grabbing his wrists. She pulled him against her, pinning his wrists between their bodies. Despite the light nature of their violence they were both panting heavily. Faith's blood was pumping for no reason other than pure, uncontrollable lust. She knew this was the moment to throw caution to the wind.

She kissed him. It was a violent, rough mashing of lips but Faith found it unbelievably arousing. She released his hands and they were instantly in her hair, clenching fistfuls as he pressed his body against hers. It was exhilarating, especially as she could feel the large evidence of his arousal pressed against her belly. She was bent backwards from the force of his kiss, her hands clinging to his bare shoulders. She was also barely clinging to sanity, desperate in her need for him. It was too much.

Pushing herself back up straight, she kept her lips on his as she moved forward. She positioned herself on his lap, the tip of his penis pressed against her opening. She pulled back from the kiss to look into his eyes and seeing her wild need mirrored there sent her over the edge. She plunged her hips down and impaled herself upon him, making them both hiss with pleasure. Their lovemaking was ferocious, hard, fast thrusts that lasted only a few moments but resulted in a screaming orgasm that left them both quivering. They clung to each other, sweaty skin on sweaty skin. It was the hottest thing Faith had ever experienced and she doubted she ever would with anyone else again.

Before they left they had sex three more times. Faith was astounded by the barbarian's stamina but she definitely wasn't complaining. He sent her screaming over the edge more times than she could count, in more positions than she could remember. From what Jorah had said, Faith had expected a simple 'mounting' but Sexy Man was a quick learner and doggy style wasn't the only trick he had up his sleeve. Back at the camp she fell asleep that night, curled up beside him inside his tent. She was content at that moment and she wasn't sure how long that feeling would last but at least now she was reassured that she could rely on mind blowing sex to get her through the years of marriage.