A/N: Prompt word: work.
01x07, 'You Win or You Die'
Ser Jorah says that he's seen a man last nine miles.
The wine merchant isn't as lucky. Three miles in, he falls.
The Dothraki jeer when he does, and Rakharo cuts him loose. He falls like a sack of potatoes, a pathetic sight.
Perhaps he is lucky. His torment is over.
The Dothraki leave him there in the dust, to be trampled on or mauled by whatever predators come across him.
Ser Jorah says little as they go. He hasn't said much since he saved her. Whatever preoccupies him, it's shielded from her.
She has her own concerns to dwell upon.
Chiefly, the fact that Drogo has finally decided to turn his attention towards Westeros. He's promised Rhaego the throne.
It's rather ironic, Daenerys muses. Viserys spent months trailing after them like an ill-tempered dog, ranting and raving about Drogo not fulfilling his end of the bargain. Her own attempts at persuasion in their tent, as she'd braided his hair and they'd had perhaps the longest conversation of their marriage, had failed spectacularly.
Viserys would have been furious to know that all it took to change Drogo's mind was a clumsy attempt on his son's life. Viserys had tried that himself, but even that hadn't roused anything more than disdain in Drogo's eyes.
It was sad, really, in how pathetic it was. How pathetic her brother had been.
But there is a part of her that feels a sense of resentment, too. Mostly she has been successful in pushing it down. Last night, she had shown her gratitude for Drogo's promises most enthusiastically. But today there is a slight niggle, which grew with every laboured breath that the wine merchant took as he attempted to keep up.
He hadn't been interested in her opinion. Is only taking this course of action for his son.
None of it is for her.
And it leaves her wondering if Drogo actually sees her as a woman, his khaleesi, or if she is just a commodity.
And she isn't sure she wants to know the answer.