Dothraki Moon Festival

Edited by xXFallenSakuraXx52

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Dothraki

Common Tongue

Chapter 2: Stirring the Bear

Alysanne's POV

The training swords clashed together as I blocked the attack. The impact Jorah put on it caused me to stumble back. Jorah went for the next attack, being quick. I barely caught it, as it knocked me down on the ground. I groan, not having my game today. Jorah seemed to notice as he pulled back and offered me a hand.

"That should be enough for today, your grace," Jorah said.

It has hardly been an hour, and the weather was decent. Sadly, I'm unable to concentrate. Therefore, I conceded, accepting his hand as he pulled me up.

"Are you alright?" he asked. "You seem distracted."

"A lot is on my mind right now, I'm sorry," I apologized.

Jorah took hold of the sword leading the way to the horses. He put the swords away before handing me a canteen. Appreciating it, I accepted and took a sip. The warm water felt refreshing. Once I finished a few sips, I return the canteen back to him, which he took a sip as well.

"Your Grace," he started.

"Ser Jorah, I told you before, you can call me Alysanne," I said. "I'm no Queen."'

It is true. I am not a Queen. Even though from birthright, I be considering a Queen. However, I have not been anointed by the Seven. Therefore, I am still a princess. Unless of course, I invade a province. But I don't have an army to do that.

"Alysann, you are a queen," He started. "Trust in Drogo to keep his promise."

"You know it is true," I interrupted. "I can barely trust anyone. And even if I truly am a Queen…who are my people? The Targaryens? I only knew a handful, and all but one is dead. My father gone mad, my brother Rhaegar started a war over a girl, as his family was brutally slaughter. My mother died in childbirth, and Viserys, my brother-husband, and he would've let a thousand men rape Dany and I if it had got him the crown. And Dany, she is only a child, barely having knowledge of our House. The only people who have respected me have been the Dothraki."

"Your people are in Westeros," he said. "House Velaryon is the brother to the Targaryens. House Martell are your cousins."

"They are not enough. The people in Westeros think Daenerys and I are dead."

"They will soon know," he assured.

"And then what?" I challenged. "They're praying for our return. They'll wave dragon banners and shout my name? That's what my brother believed, and he was a fool." I walked over to my horse petting her neck. "Maybe we are meant to go extinct. All of us perishing in Old Valyria. The Dragons grew small, and we grew smaller until the last one died from the pollution of incest."

"You are not your brother. Trust me, Alysanne," he said, facing me with that look before.

I crossed my arms, "There it is – 'trust me.' And it's you I should trust, Ser Jorah? Only you? I don't need trust any longer. I don't want it, and I don't have room for it."

The realization came in how damaged I really was. Viserys did more than just leaving physical scars. As the reminder of his cruelty will remain on my chest where the sword cut me. I trusted him to protect Daenerys and me as our older brother. A responsibility Mother put on him if anything were to happen to her. He gave his word, and ten years later he broke that vow. He was my brother, and he raped me. He was my brother, and he forced me to marry him to keep the Targaryen line pure. Even by the Seven customs of marriage, did he fail to protect me…from himself. Trust cannot be given so easily.

And now these stupid festivities are adding more stress. I'm tired of people reminding me of an inheritance that is out of reach. It brought memories of a hostess in Lys, where she told me a woman's body is her best weapon. Sadly, my body has been more of a shield than a weapon, being banged up and dented. Now there is more to come. In which I'll be forced to participate and satisfy a man.

"There is something else that is bothering you," Jorah sighed.

As always, he knew me very well. When I'm overwhelmed and frustrated, being addressed with royal formality causes me to snap.

"It's the Moon Festival…" I mumbled, looking down.

This made the Knight tensed. I guessed he has forgotten about it. After many years of associating with the Dothraki, I would have assumed he would know the days of their customs. Then again, a lot has been happening since Daenerys gave birth.

"I see," he said. "I take it you do not want to participate."

I nodded, "Not after what happened with Viserys."

Jorah nodded. He was there, well more like the aftermath, when he found me in my weakest moment.

"Dany tried talking to Drogo…excluding myself from the festivities, but he said no," I continued. "The last thing I wanted to do was offend my brother-in-law. Especially in what he has done for me."

Jorah only nodded.

"I'm probably foolish and overthinking things," I said, rubbing my neck. No doubt blushing since my cheeks feel warm. "Just…need to figure out a plan to hide during the…hunt…and lie probably."

I checked the sky, noticing the sun was beginning to set, "We better head to camp. I promised Irri I would meet her for the…lessons."

"Very well," Jorah said.

Being generous, Jorah helped me on my horse before leading the way. He was silent throughout the journey back. Usually, he would be talking about random things, either about his adventures or Bear Island or any Westerosi history. Instead, he was quiet. A part of me wishes he gave his thoughts about the Moon Festival?

Did he approve of it?

Did he find it barbaric?

Will he participate?

Also…a part of me wishes he doesn't. At least not with another woman. Over time I grew accustomed to Ser Jorah. He has been a dear friend and advisor. When he received news of his divorce, our friendship has grown closer. Maybe I have developed feelings for the Exiled Knight. Yet…I don't know how to act on them.

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Jorah's POV

The Exiled Knight looked ahead, staring at Alysanne's back. For some reason, he had forgotten about the Moon Festival. When he joined the Dothraki and befriended Khal Drogo, he did not mind it. He observed from afar, attending the feast and dance, but did not partake in the third part of the festivities. It was something different and unique. Not like marriage or paying a whore.

However, the thought of Alysanne participating unnerved him. He won't say it out loud, but he loves Alysanne. He tried to control himself, not wanting to be betrayed again, the same with Lynesse. Yet, the resistance was futile. There was something about Alysanne that separated her from the previous women in his life. She was strong, despite her condition. One who could handle Bear Island. A shieldmaiden indeed. Her laugh, her smile, her singing was temptation. But that wasn't the only thing he loved about her. Alysanne was strong, and she had a gentle heart. One ruler that Westeros would proudly have as their Queen.

So, the thought of Alysanne running in the valley and being taken by a Screamer disturbed him. Let alone Khal Drogo allowing it. Damn tradition. Especially when the Great Khal made a promise that no man can lay a hand on her without her consent. Therefore, Jorah was trying to figure out a way to get Alysanne out of it.

She did not deserve to be pressured into sex. Not after what Viserys did to her. He hasn't told anyone that he had spied on the Targaryen Siblings in Pentos. Either it be in the markets from a distance or trespassing in Magister Illyrio palace. He witnessed the abuse Viserys put on the young woman. Away from the magister eyes. Seeing Viserys yanking on Alysanne's arms, smacking her, and punching her in areas that are not exposed. The moment a person came in, the two-face man smiled. At the same time, Alysanne put up a mask, lying about her watery eyes saying it was the weather or a flower she sniffed.

The worse mistake was the incident after the bamboo forest. He did not intercept, not protecting Viserys honor, because he saw what a coward he was. A shameful man who would threaten a woman. He just never thought Viserys would harm Alysanne again afterward. The moment they made camp, the sibling-spouses disappeared. An hour later, he finds Alysanne trembling where he saw the fresh wounds and signs of assault. In his years of war, women are the worse causalities not only from death but from war as well. In his time in the golden company, he never forced a woman. He was a Mormont. Mormont's and citizens of Bear Island treat women as equal to men.

It took some convincing with Khal Drogo, but with Daenerys' help, they separated Alysanne from Viserys. Even with the snake of a man gone, Jorah could never forget the confrontation he had. Viserys was right, Jorah had feelings for Alysanne. But he is damn to let Alysanne leave with Viserys. Despite being a cynic, Jorah thanked the Old Gods and the New, when Drogo killed Viserys.

Although it did not help with the potential betrayal. A few days after Viserys' death, Jorah accompanied the Sisters to the market. When he separated to receive letters, one from Varys Little Birds came to him. The report on Daenerys' pregnancy got to King Robert, who still wanted the Targaryen dead. Included was a pardon and an annulment. He watched from afar, seeing the wine merchant. Instead of making it a show, he caught up to them memorizing the merchant's face. The girls were tired, and Jorah disposed of the wine having the assumption it was poisoned. To prevent suspicions, he purchased another barrel of the same yet cheap wine. Before going to the Wine Merchant and killing him. Well, more like drowning him in his merchandise of poison.

After the year with the Targaryen Sisters, it was clear that they were never going home. They have welcomed him with open arms. The promise was gone, they were forever part of the Dothraki. Thus, Jorah will do anything to keep them safe. So far, there haven't been any more assassination attempts. Either King Robert has given up, or there was something else happening in Westeros that has the King and Small Council's attention. One way or another, there seems to be peace. From all the stories the girls told them, they truly felt happy without fear.

Still lost in thought, they arrive back to the camp. Jorah, still in a trance, got off his horse and helped Alysanne down. She adjusted her vest, giving him a nervous smile.

"Well, see you tomorrow," she said.

"Aye, see you tomorrow," he replied with a nod.

With nothing else to say, Alysanne made way to her Hut where Irri was waiting. The Handmaiden smiling happily, taking the woman's hand to discuss the rituals for the upcoming affairs. Jorah sighed, wiping a hand across his face, before dropping his things off at his Hut and returning the horses.

Unable to stay dormant, the Exiled Knight went for a walk. He was still trying to find a way to help his friend. There is no city or village near the Valley of the Moon to make the excuse of heading there. He could have taken Alysanne there to get supplies and lie to Drogo saying a horse was stolen or Alysanne wasn't feeling well. Those were the most logical. He sighed, there was one way he could help her. One he doubts Alysanne would approve of. He could participate in the Hunt and grab her. Take her somewhere safe away from the others and wait the night out. Only people will talk and ask questions afterwards. The Knight would never force Alysanne to do something she did not want to do.

"Jorah the Andal," Drogo called out.

This snapped Jorah from his thought, seeing the Great Khal feasting with his Bloodriders and Kos. Drogo gestured him over. It was late, as the dinner hour has passed. Being cautious, Jonah came over and sat down with the men. Haggo handed him a bowl with horse stew and a cup of pepper beer. Jorah gave the nod in thanks since the word 'Thank You' was not in their language. Haggo nodded back, joining the conversation.

They talk about possible raids and hunts. Along with stories of their great battle, with a few insults to jest one another. It was amusing for Jorah, as he told his story about the Siege on Pike.

"It was a bitch of a siege. Thoros of Myr went in alone, waving that flaming sword of his and I right behind him." Jorah said. Which the Bloodriders laughed at such an event. "Proudest moment of my life. The King even knighted me. One knee in the dust, the king's sword on my shoulder, listening to the words. 'In the name of the Warrior, I charge you to be brave.' All I could think of was how badly I had to piss."

Drogo boomed in laughter, "Reason we don't wear metal cloth."

"Armor," Jorah corrected.

Drogo shrugged.

"I can't wait for the spoils soon," Mago said.

"Moon Festival under moon goddess light," Cohollo sighed.

"And taking pussy," Mago added.

Jorah raised a brow, not liking how Mago was speaking. The difference in culture in how women are treated.

"Anyone, you are interested in?" Qotho asked.

"White Sister," Mago answered. Many of the Dothraki struggle pronouncing Alysanne's name, so they call her White Sister.

Drogo boomed a laugh, "You have little chance of catching her."

"How so?" Mago asked.

"She knows how to fight and shall cut your cock off," Drogo answered with mirth.

Jorah hid back a smirk behind his drink.

"I will mount White Sister," Mago promised.

"Unless I do," Cohollo challenged.

"Or I," Haggo said.

Only Qotho did not join the challenge. Then again, Alysanne and Qotho hardly socialize due to their differences. They only tolerate each other because of Drogo. Jorah frowned behind his goblet. Then again, Dothraki would fuck anyone who was exotic. With Daenerys being Khaleesi, that left Alysanne, the exotic woman in Drogo's Khalasar.

Over and over, Jorah sat there, listening to how these men plan on taking Alysanne. It made him sick to his stomach. Deep down, he wanted to punch each and every one of them. Why wasn't Drogo inserting himself to end this discussion? It happened before when Pono talked about claiming Alysanne. Drogo nearly ripped his head off. So why not now? Unless Drogo did not deny these men their right to Hunt during the Moon Festival.

"You think she's got white pussy hair?"Pono asked. "You ever been with a girl with white pussy hair?"

"Only when I was fucking your grandma," Cohollo joked.

Pono snorted.

"Bet she never been fucked in the ass," Mago added.

"Jorah the Andal, how does one fuck Westerosi woman?" Jhaqo asked. "Drogo won't share the secrets."

Jorah's mouth felt dry. His hands here locked in holding his goblet and bowl that was preventing him from killing these men. Yet, he could not be disrespectful. So, he told them some ways of pleasing a woman. Areas that would make a woman moan and climax. The men laughed at him.

Drogo, on the other hand, remains silent.

Having enough, Jorah got up and left, saying he needed to piss. Now Jorah knew he had to protect Alysanne during the Moon Festival. No way in the Seven Hells is he letting those men touch her. The only option he had was participating and capturing her. Afterward, he will take her somewhere safe until the dawn.

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Drogo's POV

Drogo watched Jorah the Andal leave with a smirk on his face. His plan was working as he stared at his Bloodriders and Kos. All of them having a knowing look and were in on the plan. It was time for Jorah the Andal to claim his women. Of course, Mago still has his attention on Alysanne, as did many. The men cannot be denied of their needs.

After the meal, Drogo got up and headed back to his hut. There he found Daenerys nursing Rhaego. This put a smile on the Great Khal's face. Seeing his son drinking his fill to become stronger. Daenerys looked up, giving Drogo a tired smile. It has been a long day, especially after last night. Drogo decided to let his Khaleesi rest tonight.

"Your plan is working,"Drogo said.

"Your bloodriders agreed to help?" She asked.

"Yes. They have made Jorah the Andal angry when talking about your sister," he answered as he sat down. "Face red and veins bursting."

Daenerys giggled, "Good."

"I can't promise if they will keep their word, Moon of my life." He added. "I cannot deny my men."

"The seed is planted," she assured. "He will protect her."

Drogo nodded in agreement. His Andal friend has been there to protect his wife and her sister. It's the least he could do. If not ending the sexual tension between the two. If it was quite annoying. Let alone a silent bet amongst the Khalasar if Jorah will claim Alysanne. Everyone could see it, except for the two.

"We leave tomorrow, for the Valley of the Moon," Drogo announced.

"Is it beautiful?" she asked. "Jhiqui says it is."

"It is," he promised.

Daenerys smiled excited to see a new destination that was not made of tall grass. Drogo smiled, remembering the legend. The Valley of the Moon was where Moon goddess lived. Alone in her area between the hills as a river crossed through. She tended the living things there, yet it wasn't enough to fulfill her loneliness. Until one day, the Sun God arrived. Curious and afraid, Moon ran from Sun. The Sun chased after her. A pursuit that lasted for years until he caught up to her. The heat of the run filled their senses that they made love.

Another thing about the Moon Festival is to allow women to choose and not be gossiped. See if the man holds the potential for them. Unlike men who do not care about the consequences of sex, women are judged by their peers. Therefore, under Moon Goddess light, there is no judgment. Drogo finds women's secretive assaults terrifying than a man with an arakh. Glad he was no woman.

"Rest, my Sun and Star," Daenerys murmured.

Drogo nodded as he prepared for the night. Yet sleep did not claim him. Instead, he came up behind Daenerys, wrapping his arms around his family. Everything that he ever wanted is held in his arms.

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