A/N: Double digits! We made people, it's the big time. I meant to get a chapter out on yesterday as a gift, but my brother slipped a disk so I spent Christmas in the ER instead. So, Happy 27th of December! Thanks to everyone who followed/favorited since the last chapter!
-HermioneandMarcus: Thanks! Here's number 10!
-casper6six6: I had last chapter done before I posted it, but I wasn't quite sure about it. Glad you loved it, made me start this chapter early!
-NicoleR85: I don't know if it's just me, but Drogo has always seemed like he is really affectionate...at least in private. There are some later scenes where he is so sweet it about kills me! Glad you liked it and here's another!
-CLTex: Thanks! A baby was unavoidable and so was Elyssa gaining her confidence. Judging how long the pregnancy lasts will be tricky…not sure how time passes in GoT…
-LoveTheBadGuys77: Don't worry about not reviewing, I like hearing from you whenever you can! We are actually getting close to Drogo's death so I will have to start making a decision about whether or I will kill him off in my story! Hope you like this new chapter!
-LynnStark: He does deserve it! To me Drogo is a sweet guy (to his lady at least), as I said earlier there are some scenes in the show where he is so sweet it about kills me! At the same time you have to have his fierce, warrior, badass side. I really love Dany too, just not with Drogo….not sure why exactly. Hope you enjoy this chapter!
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-HitomeorJJ: Here's the update, hope you like and you will have to let me know what you think about the way all the future Viserys/Dany/etc events go!
You could see the large horse statues long before you got to the gate. Once you got close they became even more impressive, and were well over lifesize. I could hear Drogo shouting before he and his bloodriders raced off down the road. I smiled as you could hear them yelling in the distance. With them gone I was at the head of the line with Dany, Viserys and Jorah. Rakharo and Aggo directly behind us.
"Vaes Dothrak." I turned to Jorah. "City of the horse lords."
"It's mud." I looked over my shoulder at Viserys as he pulled a twig sticking out of the gate. "Mud and shit and sticks. Best these savages can do."
"Don't call them that! These are my people now." He looked over at me glaring.
"These are my people I bought them by whoring you out to their khal." He looked ahead and started his horse again. "Khal Drogo is marching the wrong way with my army."
I let him get a ways ahead of us before following after him. Dany rode up beside me and watched after our brother with a confused look on her face.
"Why did Viserys come with us. All he does is act miserable." I laughed at Dany's comment and turned to her.
"He is keeping watch over his army."
"What does he want it for?"
"To go home, so he can reclaim the throne."
"He will make a terrible king." I smiled, but turned to her.
"Don't let him hear you say that." She nodded at me and I looked ahead once more.
"Why can't you be queen?" I turned to Daenerys surprised.
"Girls don't inherit the throne." She looked down thoughtful.
"But, you wouldn't be inheriting it, you would be taking it. Like Robert Baratheon did from father." She looked up at me. "Can't you rule then?"
"I am not a true Targaryen, I'm a bastard." She shook her head.
"Father didn't have just one wife, who is to say you aren't a true born?" I watched her carefully as she gazed over at me. "I think you would be a good queen."
I stared at her startled and barely noticed when Aggo rode up taking Dany on their daily ride around the khalasar. It taught Dany more about horse riding and I knew the normal, slow pace bored her. Thinking about what she had said, I turned to Jorah.
"With an army of Dothraki, could my brother retake the throne?" He sighed and looked at me.
"The Dothraki do not trust any water that their horse cannot drink. They will never cross the black sea to even get to Westeros."
"But if they did?"
"King Robert may be fool enough to meet the Dothraki on the battlefield, but the men who advise him are not."
"And you know these men?"
"I was one of them once."
"Would the Dothraki win?"
"This khalasar numbers at about forty thousand. All the armies of Westeros would double that at least." I turned ahead and nodded. "I think the Dothraki would slaughter them." I turned back to him shocked. "In the west they fight with rules. They think they can act like gentlemen in battle, with precise strategy. The Dothraki only have one strategy: kill. The Seven Kingdoms would have no idea how to handle a fight against the Dothraki and it would be their downfall."
"What would the common folk think of a queen?" He turned to me.
"They always love the queen. She is seen as the gentle counterpart their king." He looked forward again. "But I think you meant a queen with power, as if you were to take the throne, perhaps?" He looked back towards me smiling and I nodded. "You have a good claim. Title and a birthright, but you have something more than that. You have a gentle heart; centuries come and go without a person like that coming into the world. They like Robert because he is man who enjoys a party, but he can not lead. You would not only be respected and feared, you would be loved. Sometimes, when I look at you I still can't believe you are real." He gazed at me with a fire in his eyes and it made me uncomfortable. I turned away and looked at the ground, remaining silent for the rest of the journey.
When we got to the actual city it was incredible. Maybe Viserys wasn't completely wrong, the houses were of a more crude design. They were not the impressive marble buildings of Perth, but they were large and sturdy. Exceptionally large! There were smaller buildings as well, but some were clearly huge palaces. As I entered the city I turned back to see the men handing their weapons over to the slaves. I turned back to Jorah and he glanced back at the khalasar.
"It is illegal to carry a weapon in the city. Here the Dothraki are one khalasar and blood cannot be spilt within the city." I nodded.
"Who enforces the laws here?" He looked thoughtful for a moment.
"I suppose everyone. The city is ruled by the Dosh Khaleen, the wives of khals who have died." He turned to me and smiled. "You will meet them later."
"Is that customary?" He laughed.
"When you are pregnant it is." I frowned.
"What does that have to do with it?"
"The Dothraki have a ceremony that all khaleesi must go through when they become pregnant. It allows them to see the baby's future." He turned to me with a small smile. "Khal Drogo will kill a stallion and bring you its heart, which you will eat. Raw." I stared at him waiting for the joke. "If you finish it and are able to keep it all down then the baby will be a healthy boy, if not the child could be crippled or possibly a girl."
"But whether or not I eat the heart won't actually change the baby." He shrugged. "They will see me differently, won't they." He looked over at me, but did not respond. "This is my only chance to get the khalasar on my side. I've seen the way the bloodriders look at me; they don't trust me. To them I am just some foreigner. If I cannot do this, I will never have their respect." Jorah did not answer, but I knew I was right.
I looked ahead and saw Drogo coming towards us. I smiled down at him as he reached up helping me off my horse. My body rested against his, as he kissed me, before he lowered me onto the ground. I kept my hands in his shoulders as he gazed down at me, running a hand across my stomach. I was barely showing, just a small bump, but my stomach had become very hard. He turned and lead me away, his hand resting on my back. I looked over my shoulder to see Rakharo had taken my horse's reins and was leading it away with his. He walked up to stand before a another one of his riders who bowed before us.
"This is Kovarro, he will join your guard." Where Rakharo and Aggo were young and happy, Kovarro appeared much more serious. Including the two bloodriders I already had Kovarro was clearly the oldest and his hair was longest. I smiled at him and in return he gave a small smile back. Dorogo turned and pushed me towards the large building up ahead. It was a huge complex and must belong to Drogo. I put my hand on his side and turned to him.
"I don't think I will need quite so many guards, especially in the city." He grabbed my chin in his hand and rubbed my bottom lip with his thumb.
"You will have as many guards as I say. You are lucky I do not have my khasar follow you constantly." He leaned down and kissed me. I quickly wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing myself against him before he pulled back. "You will meet with the Dosh Khaleen tonight." I sighed and nodded. "You know?" I nodded once more. "I know you will do well. I must take the men and hunt. This is ours, do what you wish with it, Kovarro will show you around."
Drogo gathered a group of riders and they rode of out of the city. I stood looking around the large entrance hall. Large columns held up the roof, which had a large circle cut out directly above the large firepit in the center of the room. The front entrance had large heavy curtains that were currently pulled back, letting in the light and halls and doors lead off from all directions. I saw Kovarro watching me from near the entrance as slaves carried supplies into the complex. I walked up to Kovarro and smiled, looking up at him.
"Will you accompany me to the market?" He bowed his head to me before leading me out of the palace into the sun.
"Rakharo, Aggo!" Both men turned jogged over to us and Kovarro spoke to them, while I looked for Dany. She was standing with her horse talking to Irri and Doreah.
"Girls!" They all turned to me and I smiled, waving them over. "We are going to the market."
Dany was obviously thrilled, while Irri and Doreah smiled at me. I turned and saw my three guards ready to join us. I walked down the large road and tried to weave in between people as I walked. I stopped at different stalls and bought the different kinds of produce available. After traveling for weeks, I was desperate for something fresh. Shopping was different here. With no money I simply had to haggle with merchants and usually Kovarro would usually step in. He was much better at trading than I was and he could usually say we were part of Khal Drogo's khalasar, which quickly ended the trading in our favor. Everything we bought would be paid for later by slaves delivering the agreed trade price. As I bought things, I quickly handed them off to one of the men to carry, but handed herbs to either Irri or Doreah.
I was looking over some strange looking fruit and turned to ask Doreah about it and noticed she was gone. I looked around quickly and noticed that Irri and Dany were also gone. I panicked and turned to Rakharo, who pointed around the barrel he was holding. I turned to see the girls huddled around a stall. I walked over to them and saw that the table was covered in jewelry. I shook my head smiling. I walked over and placed my hand on Daenerys's back. She looked over her shoulder at me and smiled holding a necklace up to me. It was a long, thin chain of gold with a large purple stone hanging from it.
"Isn't it beautiful?" She was smiling widely and my intention of scolding her for leaving me faded away.
"It's very pretty, but we are here for food." I took the necklace and placed it back on the table. "When we come back tomorrow, we will see about buying new jewelry." The girls all frowned, but left the stall; Dany's gaze lingering on the necklace. "Aggo, get some of that and then meet us back home."
He nodded, as I gestured to the stall I had just left, as I lead the rest of our party back to the palace. It was lucky that when we returned to the complex, Drogo and the rest of his party had returned from the hunt, two large deer like creatures, with large twisting horns, dragging behind them. He left the kills to be dealt with for dinner, as he approached me quickly. He ran a hand across my face before leading me inside. A large fire was now lit in the pit and women had begun cooking over it. Drogo lead me past them and to a large door off the back of the room. It opened into a large seating area. He drew the curtains over the door before continuing through the second door. I followed him and saw a large bath set up in the middle of a bedroom. He began removing items of clothing, as he turned to me.
"These are our quarters. No one will enter the outer without expressed permission and no one is allowed within our bed chamber." Drogo had quickly shed all his clothes and hoisted himself into the tub. He sighed leaning his head back and I walked up behind him rubbing his shoulders. He looked back and smiled up at me. I looked at one of the walls and saw a heavy curtain hanging.
"What is that?" He followed my finger, as I pointed, before grabbing my hand and kissing my palm.
"Your sister and slaves sleep there, in case you need them quickly." I was shocked. I had no desire for Dany to be so close when Drogo took me each night. He laughed deep in his chest and I looked down at him. "There is a hallway leading to their room. It is not directly connected."
I punched his shoulder as he laughed at me and he quickly reached up and began tugging at my clothes. I allowed him to strip me before pulling me into the tub with him. I laughed as we shifted to fit both are bodies under the water in the copper basin. I finally settled between his legs leaning back against his chest. I put my hair over his shoulder, outside the tub so it wouldn't get wet and laid my arms on top of his, on the sides. We lay silent for a few moments, before I turned my head towards his.
"Tell me a story." He turned his head towards me. "A Dothraki legend."
He spoke quietly against the side of my head as he told me of the great god in the sky, the sun, and how he grew lonely. The moon goddess was created to keep him company, his opposite in every way. She was so beautiful that it took no time at all for the sun to fall in love with the moon, but the stars grew jealous of their love and one night while she slept they forced her away. Each night, she searches the sky for her love, while the sun chases after her, never able to catch her, but content to follow her always. He ran his nose along my brow kissing my head gently.
"You are the moon of my life." I opened my eyes looking up at him, as he gazed down at me. "I would chase you forever."
"Then you are my sun, and all the stars, too." He leaned down kissing me as, he lifted my legs laying them over his own, as he entered me swiftly. I grabbed the back of his neck as our tongues intertwined and he thrust up into me quickly. Neither of us lasted very long, tired from the long day and having spent the last hour pressed against each others bodies. I lost myself first to his hard thrusts, but Drogo followed me soon after.
Once he had finished he stood from the bath lifting me in his arms. I laughed as he stepped out of the tub and set me onto the floor grabbing one of the cloths laid at the side. He quickly dried my body, before moving onto his own. I slipped on the clothes that had been laid out on the bed; it was another sleeveless top with a long skirt, but this time all brown. Sapori must have let out the top because it was now much more comfortable around the bust. I turned back to Drogo and he was tying on his gold belt over his leather stomacher. He looked over at me before sitting at the foot of the bed.
"I need you to add the war paint to my shoulders." I walked over to the small side table and grabbed the small jar of blue paint. I walked back over and dipped my finger into the mixture before drawing lines across his shoulders. They usually ran across his shoulders like claw marks and I tried to copy them as I had seen on our wedding.
When I had finished I wiped my hand on a cloth before sitting down and brushing my hair out. I felt hands run through my hair and looked over my shoulder to see Drogo running his hands through my hair, before he began to braid it. I sat patiently until he tied it off with a piece of leather. I ran my hand down the braid and it felt different than any braiding I had felt before. I felt him kneel behind me and he ran his hands along my stomach across the small bump. I placed my hands over his and turned my head to kiss him gently before he helped me stand and led me out of our bedroom.