Hi all! I know what you're all saying right now. "Finally!" Haha! I know I know I'm terrible. I'm sorry it took me so long to put this out I had such a hard time trying to figure out how I wanted to portray Daenerys Kidnapping (queennapping?). But my muse finally found her way back to me and here we are! Chapter six! Thanks for those of you who hung in there and thanks for reading! Don't forget to review!

Much Love,

Rin xoxo

Daenerys felt as if she had stepped back in time. The sun scorching her lips and skin, the smell of blood, sweat and horses, the thick animalistic tongue being spoken around her. The Dothraki Sea had not changed, though she hadn't expected it to. Her garb had been changed into the things she wore as a child of four and ten. She no longer felt like a queen, but was reminded of a time before. Before Mereen or Quarth, before her dragons, before her sweet husband had perished.

They had found her two and a half moon turns ago. In the moment she had seen all the horses and screaming Dothraki crest of that hill she had thought she would die. The Dothraki are not well known for letting a woman go free of harm, much less a Queen. She had been grabbed, man handled and stripped of her clothing, but she had long ago lost her fear of showing her body. As a woman her body was a weapon as much as a sword. And so she had found the angle to save her life.

She felt vile, but the cost for survival had always been high no matter your birth status. The first night she had fought the men off as they tried to rape her. Khal Jhaqo had saved her in a way. He had demanded that only a Khal should be able to fuck a queen and so that was that, none of the other men dared to touch her. She had wanted to fight her way through all of them to get home. All she could think about was the young girl Ereoh that Jhaqo and Mago had stolen and brutally raped all those years ago. But trying to escape meant death so she had no other choice than to bide her time.

He kept her at his side every day when they rode, her hands bound and barely hanging onto the reigns of the horse the Khal had so graciously given her to ride. By night she was left in a small tent with two guards posted. She felt immensely trapped from sunrise to sunset.

The first few weeks she had let him take her from behind as the Dothraki always do, only fighting the first few times. She counted her blessings for the first time that she could no longer bare children as it was one less thing to worry about. She learned quickly to not fight, to just let it happen. He had given her several reminders of her status here, first a bloody lip and then a bruised stomach. The last time she had tried to fight she had spit in his face and before she could blink he had a knife at her throat. She never fought after that.

Within a few weeks she had only thought of one way to gain security here. As she thought about what she was about to do she thought again about how history was repeating itself. How she was about to use the same plan she had used to win Drogo's heart, to mayhaps win her freedom.

After a moon turn one night she waited for him in the small tent she had been given. She had long since shed her garb and laid on the fur pelt that laid in front of the hearth. She waited after supper, till dusk. When the sun had disappeared behind the horizon and the coals of the fire had started to burn low she started to thank all the heavens. Maybe tonight he would not come.

But she had wished too soon and the flaps of the tents flew open. The Khal had a face with deep lines and creases, most likely from the permanent grimace that settled into his face. His hair was long, though not as long as Drogo's had once been. Her body trembled with fear, she had hoped to never have to give her body away again, not like the way Viserys had sold her. But this was life or death and though she was leagues away from her council, her dragons, and her home, she still had a throne to win.

He never spoke when he came to her. He only threw his things down, ripped his pants off and flipped her over. This time she had different plans. As he strode towards her she stood up, letting the thin sheet she had been laying under pool at her feet. His beady eyes trailed her, taking in her form greedily. She shivered and he grinned maliciously, taking it as pleasure.

She swallowed the bile slowly rising in her throat, finding her resolve. She gave him a coy smile, running her hands down her body. He rushed forward, gripping her hips tightly, making her wince from the bruises he had already left there time and time again. She ran her hand down his scarred chest and smiled. He picked her up throwing her over his shoulder and carried her to the bed. He threw her down, her head banging against the headboard and she cried out.

She pushed past the pain as he tried to flip her not ready to give up on her plan just yet. She fought his strength and looked up at him. As she fought to be flipped over he grew angry and she saw the fist coming for her.

"No, No!" She said in Dothraki.

"Yes! I thought you had learned, whore!" He ground out and tried to flip her again.

"No. My Khal, I only meant let me show you a different way."

"There is no different way for a Khal. Only like this, where I can ride you like the mule you are." His lips stretched back against his teeth in a horrible smile.

"Please, My Khal, if it is not to your liking I shall do whatever you ask."

"You will do whatever I ask no matter what."

She looked down, cursing herself mentally for running out of things to make her plan work. She steadied herself and took a deep breath before looking back up. She forced her eyes to show nothing but lust and admiration for this terrible man.

"My Khal, my sun and stars." Tears threatened to spring into her eyes and bile crept up her throat as she spoke the name she had given her beloved husband so long ago. "I only ask that you let me show you something, something I feel will make you happy. I only wish to please you my Khal, I only wish to serve you." She licked her lips seductively.

He looked curious now and after a few moment he nodded. And so just like with Drogo she pushed the Khal back gently and straddled his waist. As she mounted him his eyes narrowed at her, seeing who had the control in this position. She smiled reassuringly at the man and began to ride him. That night the Khal lost himself in her in a way he hadn't before. She could see him letting his guard down, lost in her body, her weapon.

Every night since then he had let his guard down more and more. He was still a cruel man, still a rapist and murderer. He still took girls when they came across villages and he still hit her whenever she disobeyed. But when the sun went down and he went into her tent she was in control, his guard always slipped away.

When he came to her one night she had complained, as he was in the throes of passion and she had been crying out in the most believable ruse she could muster, that she did not think it was right of the guards outside to hear a queen and her cries of passion. As he crested over a mountain of pleasure and reached his peak the possessiveness a Khal feels over his bedwarmer hit its high and as he walked out that night she heard him swear to rip their hearts out if they were to stand outside while he visited her.

And now another half-moon has past and Daenerys still sat atop a horse, alive and well and still plotting on how to make her way home. She had been relieved of the cuffs a fortnight ago and slowly the gruesome cuts she had acquired from the chains faded. The day was hot and her lips were cracked from months of sun exposure but she breathed in the dry air relishing in her life. She had made it this far in a khalassar ruled by a cruel Khal, she could make it home.

As they rode through the Dothraki Sea she thought about Mereen and all of her loved ones she had left behind. She thought about Drogon and how she had been forced to leave him alone and injured in the mountains. She thought about Daario and how she missed his companionship. She even thought about Jorah and how he had betrayed her, been exiled from her city, and still found it in him to save her life. She thought that maybe if she were to find her way back to him again she would forgive him.

As the sun rose in the sky and the hot afternoon settled over her Daenerys drew back from the khalassar a bit to gaze at the landscape. A glare caught her eye and she reached her hand up to block her eyes. She stared around her trying to find a source. She had wandered over to the edge of the high grass sea. A gleam of metal flashed in her peripheral vision and she turned her head sharply.

She thought about warning the Khal, but it might be nothing and she would rather not take a beating for wasting his time. She resolved to investigate the glare herself.

"I need to make water My Khal." She called to him sweetly.

"I will guard the mule queen." Mago laughed and tried to grab at her arm.

"No." Khal Jhaqo growled at him and Mago looked at him stunned "If she runs she has nowhere to go. We will find her and I will give her a kiss from my blade." He smiled at her with a masochistic gleam in his eye and she shivered. "You have three minutes, if you're not back by then my arakh will find you." She nodded her understanding dismounted from her horse stepping into the high grass fields.

Once she was hidden from sight she took off running toward the area she had seen the gleam come from. She turned in circles trying to find her bearings, knowing she didn't have much time. She felt desperation well up inside her and turned to walk back.

Then suddenly there was a hand around her mouth and a pair of lips at her ear. "Don't scream." The deep voice said.

She tensed and spun around wildly coming face to face with Jorah Mormont. Tears welled in her eyes and she flew at him. He wrapped his arms around her and squeezed.

"My Queen, we have found you." He breathed into her hair and she pulled back.

"We?" She asked and he nodded behind her.

She turned and there he was, Daario. She laughed carelessly and went to him kissing him lightly on the cheek. "I have missed you my queen." He whispered to her.

"And I you, my sweet." She smiled at him.

She realized then she didn't have much time. If the Khal caught them here they'd be executed and her months of planning would be for naught. She had to hurry.

"I do not have much time. If they find you with me they will kill you."

"My queen-" Jorah started.

"No listen carefully. Follow the khalasar, we make camp at dusk. Tonight an hour passed when the sun goes down come to the smallest tent on the west side of the camp. I have gotten the Khal to take my guards away for that time period." She resolved to not tell them now, there was no time.

She heard the Khal calling in the distance, her time was up. "There's no time to explain but I've had a plan for months and now I can carry it out." She turned to Daario and eyed his many daggers.

"Give me one of your daggers now, I have to go."

He eyed her suspiciously and she heard hooves in the distance. "I am your Queen! Give it to me now Daario!" She seethed and he nodded once before handing her a dagger in a holster.

"I'll see you all tonight. Remember an hour past, no sooner, and no later." She said as she ran away.

As she ran she ripped a strip of cloth from her garb, looped it securely around the sheathed dagger and tied it high on her thigh. She tripped through the outskirts of the high grass and fell to the ground. The Khal was there at once looking at her suspiciously.

"You almost took too long mule Queen. What has you running from the sea?" He snarled and she flushed.

"T-there was a snake My Khal. I was terrified as it unhinged its jaw and tried to strike me. I ran to make it back to you, My Khal." She stammered.

He stared at her for a moment and she forced herself to hold his gaze. Finally he nodded and she let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding.

"The poor mule queen has been scared by a snake!" Mago shouted to the khalasar and they all laughed around her.

Mago came up to her atop his horse and grabbed her face roughly. He smiled before reaching down and groping her breast. "Don't worry mule queen I can protect you." He murmured sickeningly with a look of madness.

"Mago!" The Khal growled "No one is to touch a Queen but a Khal. Touch her again and I'll have your hand." He spat. Mago growled lowly and glowered at her before turning his horse around roughly and ridding off.

"Get back on your horse. You're wasting our daylight with your womanly fears." The Khal growled and she nodded.

They rode until dusk just as they had for days now. Where they were going she did not know, but now it didn't matter. She would be leaving the Dothraki once again if her plan was carried out how she wanted.

She had no appetite for food so she resolved to wait in her tent for the Khal's nightly visit. When she was sure no one was around to see her she untied the makeshift holster from her thigh and shoved it under the pillows. Then she set to pack up what little was allowed to her in her small abode. The sun was beginning to set as she finished washing her body off in the small basin of water they left her every night.

She laid naked on the bed as she had so many times before and waited. As the light shrank and sunk below the horizon her heart sped up from the nerves of what she was about to do. A few minutes later she heard the Khal outside the tent dismissing the guards and she took a deep steadying breath, pulling on the mask of lust she had mastered over the past few months.

He stepped through the tent flaps and his eyes immediately found her. A smile crossed his face and she shivered in disgust. She smiled nonetheless and began to touch her chest, sides and stomach. She smirked and crooked her finger at him, beckoning him to her. His eyes filled with desire and the power she had over him rushed through her.

He undressed as he crossed the tent and then he was on top of her kissing and suckling at her pale skin. She mewled softly in his ear and he shivered. Her nails ran down his chest and her hands found the patch of hair leading down to his hard length. He growled animalistic and low as she stroked him. He kissed her breasts and she cried out just like he liked.

Once she had distracted him enough she pushed at his shoulders and he laid on his back. She straddled his thighs and smiled lustfully down at him. She was so close to being done, to being free. She took him inside of her slowly and his head rolled back, his eyes shut tight. As she rode him, he slowly relaxed into her, trusting her, letting his guard down and falling into her trap.

She leaned forward, her hand on either side of his head, just below her hidden weapon. She rode harder and faster and he gripped her hips tightly. Her hand slipped higher unnoticed and she felt the cool metal of the hilt on her flesh. She grabbed it. His moans were at a crescendo and she could feel him beginning to pulse inside her. This was her only chance.

She cried out his name "Look at me as we lose ourselves together my Khal. Look at me as I serve you what you deserve." His eyes flashed open, filled with desire.

He reached his peak then and cried out. As quick and agile as a dragon striking, she pulled her hand holding the dagger out and plunged it into his heart. The moan he released then was out of pain and not pleasure. She smiled at him serenely and ran a hand down his face.

She bent down by his ear her chest flushed against his. Her skin stained with his blood. "That was for Ereoh." She whispered with a deathly sweet tone.

She twisted the knife and he coughed, blood spurting from his mouth "And that is for beating and raping a queen."

The life was fading from his eyes as she pulled away. "You should have known better My Khal. The blood of the dragon runs through my veins and one way or another I always take what is mine with Fire and Blood." She chuckled mirthlessly then and yanked the blade out of his chest. His body fell limp and she stared emotionlessly before grabbing his head by his braid and in one clean cut the braid fell to the ground.

There was rustling at the tent's opening and she felt her heart leap into her throat. But then Jorah walked through and Daario was after him and she breathed a sigh of relief. They took in the scene of the Khal's dead body, naked on the bed, and Daenerys with the dagger still clutched in her hands and her naked skin stained with his blood.

"Well don't just stand there. We need to leave, once they find him it will be chaos. Jorah you know what happens when a Khal dies. We survived it one time, I doubt we'll be so lucky as to survive it a second." She said as she pulled her clothes on.

Jorah nodded and Daario still stood there staring at her with admiration. The adrenaline was pounding in Daenerys veins and they had no time to waste. She grabbed her small pack of things and walked to the back of the tent. She slashed it open with the dagger she still clutched and checked to make sure they were following her before stepping out.

The camp was alight with dancing, fires, and the sounds of Dothraki men mounting women. Daenerys instinctually dropped down to a crouching position and crept around the side of the tent. She peered into darkness and her heart stopped as she saw Mago walking towards her tent. She cursed and turned to her companions.

"We have to go now." She whispered. She heard shouting from her tent and she cursed again. It was too late. The madness would begin now and if Mago found her he would kill her.

Mago stormed out of the tent and shouted at all of the khalasar. "The Khal is dead! The mule queen killed him as he shared her bed!" He roared and suddenly all of the men of the camp were in a frenzy.

People were killing left and right. A man with a curved bow shot at men while he took a woman from behind. Another man was bending over a decapitated corpse with a look of glee on his face. Jorah came up behind Daenerys and grabbed her arm. "We have to go, follow me my queen." He turned to Daario "If something happens to me, get her out." Daario nodded in understanding.

As they crept through the shadows, behind tents and in between them, Daenerys began to panic. All around them men, women and children were screaming and giving their final breaths. They rushed faster and faster weaving in and out trying to escape the death and destruction happening all around them. And then they turned a corner and Daenerys realized they would not make it out alive. Mago stood before her a look of pure rage taking over his features.

He screamed in anger and jumped forward, his arakh swinging down in an arch over his head. It was coming straight for her, it would cut through her head and her journey would be over. She knew she needed to move but she was frozen in fear. He was too fast but Daario was faster. It happened so fast. One minute she was staring death in the face and the next Daario's black locks were clouding her vision.

The arakh was too fast and Daario was too head strong, thinking with his heart instead of his head. He never stood a chance. The blade swiped down his chest clean and quick and Daenerys cried out in despair. Daario stumbled once, then twice and then he was at her feet. She fell to her knees beside him and took his head into her lap. She looked up to see Mago's malicious smile. He walked towards her but she had no will to move, to fight back, to avenge her lover.

Her raised the arakh is a wide arch once again but before he could follow through with his swing a longsword was shoved through his neck. Blood spurted across her face and she tasted it on her lips. Mago fell to his knees, drowning in his own blood. Finally he fell limp and Jorah stood behind him, pulling his sword from the Dothraki's throat.

Daenerys looked down at Daario, her tears falling across her cheeks. He smiled up at her in a daze. She leaned down pressing her forehead to his. "Oh my sweet, why? Why did you do that?" She knew but she asked nonetheless.

He smiled at her "I swore my sword, life, and heart to you my queen. It has been yours since the day I met you." He let out a rattling breath "I'm just… glad I got to give up my life for My Queen. It's the only way…" He coughed hard and a death rattle resounded in his lungs. "It's the only way I would've wanted to go."

She drew back a bit and he reached up shakily, wiping her tears away. "Do not cry My Queen, for I will always be with you, as will my love. Always with you always…" He coughed harder and she kissed him then. She kissed him with blood on her lips and tears on her cheeks and when she had pulled away she found his eyes staring up into hers, no trace of life left in them.

She closed his eyes and moved his head from her lap. She looked up at Jorah with tears still falling and he looked at her with love and sympathy she couldn't bear to look at. She stood up shakily.

"My queen we must-"Jorah was cut off by a screech breaking through the sounds of fighting and screaming men and women.

Daenerys would know that cry anywhere and her heart sped up. Suddenly people were crying in fear and screeches filled the night's air. She could feel the heat of dragon fire from here.

"Drogon." She whispered and fled towards the noise.

"My Queen! Wait, you musn't!" He pleaded but she did not heed his words.

She rushed past bleeding men and countless bodies. She could see her child from where she stood but she needed to get closer. The dragon was currently burning the camp down, men and woman were fleeing the battle, no longer caring for titles or armies.

And then there was flapping overhead and a dark shadow crossed the land once more. Her heart stopped and a large beast came to land in front of her. His cream colored scales and golden trimmings were her salvation and she gasped in astonishment.

"Viserion" She whispered and moved forward. She reached toward him and he looked straight into her eyes. He sniffed at her hand and then pressed his nose to her hand and exhaled deeply.

Men around her were dying and the camp was quickly burning, the flames licking at her heels. She turned to the chaos suddenly realizing she had left Jorah and Daario's body behind. She scanned the carnage, panic welling up in her chest. But her eyes found him, running towards her as he always was. Never away from her, always running to her. She knew then she could forgive him.

He struggled with Daario's body and she saw what was going to happen before it did. She screamed out to warn him but it was too late. The tent he was rushing past collapsed in flames and wrapped itself around him. He dropped Daario's body as he struggled out of the flames. She ran to him and Viserion cried out after her as it saying no don't! Come back! But she didn't listen. She ran towards her bear. He had always been her big strong bear. She had lost Daario on this night and she refused to lose her bear too, not after everything he'd been through to make his way back into her good graces. Not after losing him once.

She reached him quickly and pulled on his arms as he struggled under a large plank of wood he had been wedged under. She yanked, pulled, pried and damn near pulled her shoulder out of socket trying to get her knight out. Tears once again found their way down her face. The flames were creeping up his legs quickly and she could see him resisting the urge to cry out in pain.

"Daenerys go. You can't- Ahhh!" He screamed out and she moaned in despair. No not him too. Not today. "You can't stay here; you must go."

"I won't leave you!" She screamed at him pulling at his arms harder than before.

Then suddenly Viserion was there and he was opening up his deadly mouth. His black dagger like teeth snapped around the wood, picked it up, and tossed it away as easy as if it were a rag doll. Daenerys pulled Jorah up and he cried out in pain again. They had to leave. Drogon was circling them in the sky so Daenerys resolved to ride Viserion.

She pulled Jorah with her supporting most of his weight. Viserion knew what she needed and lowered himself to the ground. Jorah gripped the dragon and pulled himself up swinging his charred leg over the beast. Daenerys climbed on in front of him and found her grip.

She leaned forward and shouted "Sōvegon!" (Fly!) And then they were flying up and up, further and further in the sky. As she looked down upon the flaming camp she smiled. For once she had saved herself, more or less.

As they flew she questioned how Viserion had gotten away and if he had been set free did it mean her city had fallen? If her children had been released did that mean she would return to her pyramid to find her friends, and council members slaughtered?

Though all of these thoughts frightened her she had no control over any of it until they reached Mereen. As the wind whipped through her hair and her mind fell in a calm state only one question remained in her mind.

If Viserion had found Drogon and herself. If he had been released or had escaped from the tomb below the pyramid… Then where was Rhaegal?

Okay so that's Daenerys experience with another Khalasar and her escape! I wounder where Rhaegal could've gone? Hmm. ;) Well maybe we'll find out next time! I'm getting back into my writing groove so hopefully that means more updates! Also for those of you who ship Arya/Gendry I just started a new story that focuses on them called "My Forest Love, Your Forest Lass". So check it out if you'd like! (shameless self promotion haha!) Anyways thanks so much for reading and don"t forget to leave a review and tell me what you thought!

Much Love,

Rin xoxo