Chapter 9: Firebird-
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###= Point of view Change.
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"Khalessi!" I bowed my head towards the girl with silver hair and violet eyes. She was definitely a Targaryen. She looked exactly like the rumours would say a Targaryen would look like; silver hair, purple eyes and pale skin.
She looked up from the book that she held tightly in her hands, her eyes shining bright with tears. "Are you well?" I asked. She nodded her head, her hair falling in front of her round face, she was quite the beauty. I understand why the Khal chose her instead of a Dothraki woman.
"Who are you?" she asked. Her voice wasn't forceful like a queen no; her voice was soft, shy even.
I smiled at her. "I'm Andrea Phoenix. I'll be teaching you the Dothraki way for the time being." I told her, her eyes lighting up at the idea of learning of her surroundings. She stood up from her bed pallet and walked over to me. "I'm Daenerys! Pleased to meet you."
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"Karlinqoyi"
"Karlinqoiee" Daenerys tried and failed to say horse in the dothraki language, making a giggle escape from my mouth. "It's hard." She whined. "I know. You're getting better. You only misspoke a few sounds." I tried lightening the mood.
"How long did it take you?"
"Not long." I responded earning myself a glare, "oh fine maybe six to eight months." A shocked expression spread itself over her pale face. "H-how did you learn that quickly?"
"My mentor, Kaliem; when I first got here, I was completely clueless as to what the Dothraki were saying. He noticed and took me under his wing where he showed me the Dothraki way. First it was the history, then the language, then the riding, and lastly fighting."
"Mayhaps Kaliem can give me a few pointers?" I shook my head tears rising to my eyes. "He died a few months ago." I told her dismissing the topic.
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She looked as if she was just asleep, but she wasn't.
Bandages covered all the wounds that assaulted her beautiful body, blood was matted in her hair, the maids would be sure to wash it out.
Her chest heaved up and down and I knew she was alive. She was a fighter; she would make it out alive.
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The door to the room flew open and my eyes landed on Andrea's parents. Her mother was distraught; her father looked as if he could kill a man with his bare hands.
"WHO DID THIS?!" he roared. "Lord Phoenix, my Lady wife was out riding with my brother Rickon when bandits surrounded them. She kept the men away from Rickon while he went to get help. She killed nine men." I told them my voice gruff from yelling at the Maester.
My mind flashed back to the moment when I lost control of my anger and lashed out at the old Maester.
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"WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE COULD DIE?!"
The Maester's hands worked on bandaging her wounds. "Your Grace, the wound to her chest is very deep. She has also lost a lot of blood; I'm actually quite surprised she made it back to Winterfell."
"GET OUT!" I shouted at the man. He had a nerve to tell me that. He hurried out of the room leaving a few of her wounds not covered. I grabbed the bandages in my hand and wrapped the cuts that covered her legs. "You can't die Andrea."
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Coming out from my daze I watched as Andrea's mother ordered a maid to get a tub of warm water. The maid hurried away to fetch what the Lady of Reeve wished for.
"What did the Maester say?" Lord Victor asked me. I took a deep breath; "he said she was lucky to be alive. She's lost a lot of blood."
"Is she still in danger?" Lady Phoenix piped up from the side of her daughter. "Yes, she is."
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The yelling of marketers trying their hardest to earn a living was all that greeted my ears. Dany walked idly by me, a smile gracing her lips when children ran by playing their childish games.
My eyes wandered over the towns people, my guard up as I watched for any sign of danger. "Will you ever marry?" she asked from my side as we passed a bunch of the Khal's drunken khalasar.
"Aye, if my father wishes." I responded.
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I could feel him; his eyes watching, waiting. He was waiting for the opportunity. The opportunity to strike, to kill. Robert Baratheon must be getting restless now, he still had two Targaryen children who could usurp his throne running around with a khalasar who could easily take King's Landing if they wished.
Over the last few months since the wedding of the Khal and the Khalessi, sellswords and even common people were trying to kill the Khalessi for just a little piece of gold. Oh how greed could turn even the nicest of people into slithering snakes.
"Come now Khalessi." I pulled Dany closer to the camp only to have a man in a deep green cloak step out of the shadows. Dany's hand tightened around my arm and I could feel the fear rolling off her in waves.
"Ah, Andrea Phoenix; this is treason, conspiring against the throne …"I laughed then and there. "Aye, only if I was a part of the Seven Kingdoms and I'm not. No I'm from Reeve. We worship no King only Iris our Goddess."
The man glared; "let's make this quick then. So I can collect my gold." He grabbed a knife and tried slicing at Dany's throat only for me to block his attack with my wrist.
I grasped the handle of my own dagger and countered his attacks until he got tired; his attacks coming out sloppy. I slipped my left hand to my boot and pulled at the dagger and shoved it deep into his neck.
The man fell dead to the ground in a puddle of his own blood. Placing my daggers back into the holsters I grabbed Dany's hand and we ran back to camp; my blood seeping out of the wound on my wrist. That would definitely scar.
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Robb slept peacefully in the cushioned chair by Andrea's bed, his head resting by her hand.
A female figure stood crouched by a sleeping Andrea; the woman with black hair and blue eyes watched as Andrea's chest heaved up and down, her breathing slowing to almost a stand still.
The woman laughed lightly, her voice angelic; "no, no, no; it's not time for you to go just yet child." The woman placed her hands on Andrea's chest as she muttered a few words in a strange foreign language.
"Rise my phoenix." The woman said loudly, but Robb still slept. Andrea's eyes began to flutter open and just like that the woman was gone.
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