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Dothraki:

Yer ray ezolat lekh: You have learn the language.

Ai, naqis: Yes, small.

Vos loy: No. A bit


Present

"So you hurt him!" Daenerys exclaimed.

"Yes," I reply yawning from my place in her bed.

We are both sitting on top of it, eating. Dry horse meat and fruit are on a golden plate in front of us. It was just me and her today. Ser Jorah was out with the men trying to hunt. I wanted to go with them, but Daenerys wasn't having any of it.

"Did you ever fight again?" She asks placing a small piece of meat in one of the dragon's mouths.

"Oh yes! We couldn't keep our swords apart for long," I say sincerely and she gives me a sly smile.

"Oh I see." It takes me a while to realise what she's implying.

"No! That's not what I meant!"

"Oh isn't it?"

"No I meant swords!"

"Of course you meant it like that." She still holds the grin on her face and I feel my cheeks burn. "It's nothing to feel bad about. Believe me I learned that the rough way." I must have cringed because she shakes her head and smiles. "Lust is normal between a man and a woman."

"I was a man back then. Lust couldn't be anywhere around me," I tell her as I grab another piece of fruit and she rolls her eyes.

"You could have been disguised as a horse and you would still feel that way. It's not your brain that's functioning right at that moment, its your heart."

"You don't lust over someone with your heart."

"No, but it controls the rest of your body," she says shrugging.

"Have I told you that you are far too wise for your age?"

"Yes, many times. But getting back to the subject at hand," I frown. She's stubborn as much as she's wise. "Did you and Jon ever go from lust to the actual thing?" I shake my head. "Why not?"

I roll my eyes. "I was a man!" Daenerys mimics my expression and sighs angrily.

"You really are thick headed like Jon said." She places her hands on her knees and calmly starts again, "It doesn't matter if you are male or female. Your heart will make you follow it, regardless of whether it's male with male or female with female. If the heart wants something, the heart gets it. Lust like love is blind. It goes by the scent alone."

"You are definitely too wise for your age." I shake my head as she smiles. "I'm going to get some more fruit, and to see if the men have come back from the hunt."

She jumps up from the bed and follows me.

"How long have you been with us?" She asks.

"I've lost count of the days Khaleesi."

"Twenty five nights." I'm surprised to know that she has been counting the days.

"Really? I've been with you and your people for that long?"

"Yes. We are about to cross the Red Waste," she says looking forward. "Do you know about it?"

"Only stories."

"Me too," she stops and I do as well. "You have been more than helpful around here. Aside from entertaining me, I've seen you try and learn to take care of the horses and help around the camp. Yer ray ezolat lekh."

"Ai, naqis." I try and speak the new language.

"Vos loy." She smiles. "You are welcome to come with us and be as much a member of the Dothraki as you wish. Or you can turn back. From what I've heard the Waste is a grave yard. I would never ask you to come with us. If you want to leave, you may do so. I will provide you with a horse, but that is as much as I can do."

I look at the ground. I honestly have nowhere else to go. I don't even know how I got here; let alone how I'll leave. And where will I go? Back to The Wall? Right like that is an option. Being flooded by memories of Jon wasn't going to be easy. And then there was the fact that if I should appear back on The Wall alive and kicking I'd be considered a deserter. Which meant I was as good as dead. The only way I could get back to Westeros is by being me. Bos Ora, a member of the Night's Watch died in the North, beyond The Wall. I look at Daenerys who is looking back at me expectantly.

"I'll come with you if you'll have me. I will protect you the best I can."

She smiles and nods.

"You can come, but I don't think I'll need protecting. Unless you think you can protect me from grains of sand."

"Those are the worst enemies Khaleesi," I joke and we both laugh.

"It's good to have another Westeros woman to talk to. Ser Jorah can only do so much and sometimes I feel like I'm going to die without having another conversation that is either about horses, dragons or feeding the people."

"I'm glad to have met you Khaleesi. Even if it meant to be in these circumstances," I tell her as we get more dried fruits from a woman near the fire.

"I am sorry for you loss Nizho."

"So am I."

"Well, Nizho, we need to give you a horse. Come," Dany says and we veer off to the small horde of horses.

The animals weren't attached to any type of branch or anything, like the ones at The Wall. They were free, they could just gallop away, but they chose to stay. They look healthy and I've noticed they are treated well. I have helped take care of them. Just like Dany had said I was helping around the camp.

It would annoy me that the women would tend to me and I would accept it without giving anything to them in return. So when I was talking to Daenerys I would sit down, or join the women and watch as they weaved, dried the food or took care of the horses. Eventually I learned and started to help around, carry my weight. As soon as I started to help, their angry looks and rough manners changed into ones of acceptance, even a few hellos and attempts to talk to me.

"I thought only your guards owned horses," I say remembering the stories I had been told about the warriors being the only ones who rode the horses.

"Well, you are good doing a woman's work, but I think I can put you to better use. You say you can use a sword, let's see how you handle yourself against a Dothraki warrior in a sparring match and if you are as good as you say you'll become a guard. If you fail, you can keep the horse, but you might lose the people's trust or your life."

I nod that I understand. That day would have come sooner or later; the day where I had to prove my backstory was true, and it was, but at the end of the day a Dothraki warrior was a Dothraki warrior. I'll give it everything in this fight.

"Now about the horse." We wander between the horses and come to a mare. "She bolted from the group a few hours before we found you. But one of the riders brought her back." She places her hand on the mare's muzzle and petted her. "My riders have been breaking her in, and she seems comfortable with someone riding her. She is yours if you want her."

I walk around the horse. She had a black tail and mane, her coat was a dark ginger, but near her hoofs it was snow white just like her muzzle. Truthfully I don't understand anything about the constitution of a horse, so I'm trying to compare her to the horses at The Wall.

"I'll keep her,"I say as I pet her on her mane.

"Good." She smiles. "When the men come back from the hunt I'll ask one of them to train with you. Until then, you've got time for another memory."