Daenerys is pregnant with another babe. Someone else has taken an interest in her and not in a good way. Keep reading to find out what happens. This was two different requests from FANGODDESS that I'm making into one. Hope everyone likes it! I will most likely continue it if it gets enough likes :)
I hope everyone is staying in and staying safe. I'm the circulation librarian at our library so I'm considered an unessential employee and we've been closed for a few weeks now and all I've been doing is plotting chapters and writing outside in this beautiful weather :)
Much love,
MaidenP
Drogo sits beside me, my foot in his hands as he massages my swollen flesh. This babe is harder on my body than Rhaego was and I find that my feet are constantly enlarged and aching. Naked women dance around us for the entertainment of the warriors and some even mount the willing ones. I stroke my hand over the small swell of my stomach and chuckle when a dancer throws a warrior off of her, hissing her displeasure with him. Irri took Rhaego to his furs when the dancing and fucking started. He is much to young to witness such debauchery yet. I notice a young warrior staring at me from across the fires, his Khal the loud and large Savo. He is a kind man from what I've heard of him, and a fierce warrior on the battlefield despite his size. The young warrior showed skill on the mock brawls some of our riders competed in earlier with Khal Savo's riders. The young warrior notices I've caught him staring and he flashes me a toothy grin. I study him for a moment before moving on. He is handsome in a classical sort of way, his beauty unusual to see in a warrior. Drogo draws my attention back to him and raises a brow in question. I shake my head and stroke my fingers down his cheek. He catches my thumb in his mouth and nibbles on it gently. I pull my finger from his mouth with a soft giggle and he grins at me. Drogo tickles my foot and I forget about the strange warrior.
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The babe kicks restlessly inside me and I slip quietly from our furs. Rhaego sleeps soundly next to our bedding and I pull his blanket higher on him, shielding him from the cool night air. I push open our tent flap and a guard stands outside. I tell him I just plan to walk to the fire and warm my feet and he nods, resuming his stance by the tent. He keeps his eyes on me though as I move to the center where a small fire still flickers. I sit on the stool and stretch out my legs, shaking my sandals from the meat logs that are my feet. I place them close to the warmth from the fire and sigh in bliss. I stretch out my back and tilt my head back to the stars and close my eyes, letting the peaceful night surround me.
"Great Khaleesi?" I'm startled from my bubble and look up at the young warrior from earlier tonight. He is taller than I originally thought and his body shows more years than I realized. He gestures to sit beside me and I look behind to check my guard was still within shouting distance. He watches the warrior next to me, his hand poised, ready to grip his blade in defense of me. I nod and wave my hand for him to take a seat.
"Are your feet injured?" He stares horrified at my swollen flesh and I snort in amusement. I lean forward and pull my feet closer, away from the delicious warmth of the fire.
"They become irritated when I'm on them to much. One of the many side effects of being pregnant." The warrior stiffens and looks down at my stomach. It would be hard to notice to the untrained eye, but I've just passed my fourth month. He glares at the ground and my stomach twists uneasily. I look warily behind me at my guard, then back at the warrior.
"Is something wrong?" As the great Khaleesi, it is my job to keep relations between the Khalasars jovial. The warrior shakes his head and flashes me a reassuring grin. He stretches out his hands to warm them by the fire and I study him for a moment. He seems nice enough and he isn't hideous. He is muscular enough and looks to have a strong sword arm. I wonder if I could find a match for him with a girl from our Khalasar. It wouldn't hurt to have more warriors. I see no bonding beads around his neck and I smile.
"Are you married or set to be married perhaps?" The warrior startles and stares at me with wide eyes.
"I am not Great Khaleesi." I nod my head and run through a mental list of all the single women of our Khalasar who could benefit from a husband.
"What is your name?" He studies my face and smirks.
"Kaffo. What is your name?" I widen my eyes and stare at him. He is being overly friendly to even ask me my name. I consider it but decide to tell him. If he is to join our Khalasar it would be beneficial to be on good terms.
"I am Daenerys. You may call me Great Khaleesi or just Khaleesi. You shouldn't be so familiar with me." He smiles at me as if we share at secret and I stifle a yawn. I push-off from my stool and my foot tangles over my sandals and I stumble to the side. Kaffo catches me and pulls me close. He smiles down at me and I quickly pull away. He keeps his hands on my elbows and runs his hands over my skin. I push away from him and back into my guard. He snarls at Kaffo and draws his blade.
"You dare to touch the Great Khaleesi?!" I grip Mago's arm and push his blade down. I can't let him die just for being a bit familiar. He did save me from taking a nasty tumble to the ground.
"I tripped and he just stopped me from falling. It's alright Mago." Mago stares at me for a moment before grabbing Kaffo by his vest and shoving him away. He points his blade at him in warning and bends down to hand me my sandals. He waits until I move towards my tent before following me. I look over my shoulder and Kaffo stares after me. A small shiver runs down my spine but I tell myself it's just from the cool night air. Mago holds the tent open for me and bows his head. I pat his arm and smile my thanks.
"Sleep well Khaleesi. If he bothers you again tell me and I will go straight to Khal Drogo." I nod and move into my tent. Drogo is lucky to have Mago as a ko. I slide my dress down my hips and slide in next to Drogo, the furs like silk against my naked skin. I make a mental note to talk to Drogo about the warrior. Drogo pulls me close and I'm asleep within minutes.
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Kaffo:
I bring my hands to my face to see if I can smell Daenerys on my skin. She is like a bright star and I can't get her out of my mind. I clench my fists and look over at her tent. That old, craggy Khal does not deserve such a beautiful Khaleesi. I am a young, skilled warrior and I could give her a better life than that old man could. I grit my teeth and look at the fire. She carries another one of his bastards. No matter. I will have Daenerys as my Khaleesi, babe or no babe.
