Strickland I:

Soon we would enter our final battle before we made our way towards Westeros. I was anxious, yes, but I wasn't all that worried about losing against the savages. We had already dug our trenches and filled them with spikes placed strategically to counter their horses, the greatest advantage they had. I had chosen the battlefield well. My headquarters and the bulk of the men of the Golden Company would be placed on a hill, making the Dothraki have to go up to attack, slowing down their cavalry charge while also providing me a great view of the battlefield.

I had placed the slave soldiers provided by the Triarchs up front, making them the first who would directly engage the Dothraki. 10,000 slaves, all trained to make the perfect infantry. It was said that they were just as good as Unsullied, although I heavily doubted that claim. Nevertheless, they would make good fodder while my men would whittle down and slaughter the savages. Among them only 1,000 were archers, and there was no cavalry, but they would make do. We were heavily outnumbered, but honestly that did not bother me. All of my men were heavily armored and trained, making them the best soldiers this side of the Narrow Sea, and all the Dothraki wielded were their curved swords and knives on horseback. They wore no armor, either on their person or their horses, and throughout history Dothraki tactics had revealed themselves to be relatively simple. Forward charges on cavalry until the enemy folded, with them attacking flanks once that failed.

I was a bit angry that we had to fight them since we could surely withstand a siege, considering the fact that the Dothraki had no ships to their name. We had been contracted to fight though, and although they could not breach the walls of the city they could burn and pillage every single piece of land the Volantenes owned should they not be met on the field, making them a serious economic threat to the Old Bloods. Should we fail to beat them, which I highly doubted, all the Old Blood would have to do would be to pay tribute to Khal Drogo via the gifting of slaves. All in all, Volantis only stood to lose slaves in this battle, since upon receiving tribute Dothraki custom dictated they turn back to Vaes Dothrak to see the Dosh Khaleen for guidance. Either we won or they would just pay them to leave. That being said, it had been very clearly said that they would be wroth to have to pay Dothraki tribute. It would be the first time it would have happened in the history of the First Daughter, and it woiuld surely be a hard blow to the Old Blood's pride to be forced to do so. I would make sure that we would come out victorious.

I went to the command tent to find all of my sergeants and the King standing around the table. Black Balaq, the commander of our archers, and Jon Connington, the commander of our cavalry, and Aegon, our King, stood by the right side of the table. My top infantry sergeants, Lorimus Mudd, Dick Cole, Denys Strong, stood to the left. I entered and I was quickly greeted by them. I knew they did not respect me as much as the last commander, Myles Toyne, but they respected my position and skills enough. I looked at them and said:

"The trenches have been dug, traps have been placed and our men are in position. What have the scouts said?"

It was Aegon who answered me. "Scouts say the Dothraki are 1 hour away. We will parlay with them before the battle, although it is highly unlikely that they will withdraw. We will have to slaughter them all. If nothing else this can serve as a way for me to prove my self to the men."

Lord Connington looked alarmed at that. "Your Grace, you will be commanding from the rear, not in the thick of the fighting. We cannot have you risk your life in a fight against the Dothraki when the Iron Throne is waiting for you on the other side of the Narrow Sea."

The King looked incensed at that. "And what, have my men call me a coward?! No, you and all the other instructors have always said I am great with a sword have you not? Then I will prove that to be true!"

"What have you to prove Aegon?! You are King, acknowledged already by those that matter. Important battles will surely come, but you canno—"

"I CAN AND I WILL. I AM—"

"ENOUGH!" I screamed out. By the Seven the both of them had been acting like babes. They both stopped and looked at me, shocked. I was known to be a peace-loving man, not prone to violence. I was certainly good at it, hells you had to if you were the Captain Commander of the Golden Company, but I never particularly enjoyed it. The fact that I was screaming at them both, one of them being my King, surely made an impression. "Jon, you have no authority to command the King to do anything." The King looked pleased at that, but I wasn't done. "And you, Your Grace, cannot and will not participate in the fighting. You will stay with me in the Rear, and from there you will learn how to command an army. If you insist on fighting I will ensure we break this contract with Volantis and leave it open for sacking!"

He looked shocked. "WHY? The Golden Company has never broken a contract yet you will be the first commander to do so just so one man does not fight?"

"Not one man. A King."

He was confused at my answer. "And did your ancestors not follow Daemon, Daemon II and Maelys Blackfyre, all of whom were warriors who fought with their men? What makes me different, aside from my House Name?"

"Have you ever been to war my King?" He nodded his head side to side. "Do you think any of them ever fought for the first time in the midst of a battle field?" He bobbed his head side to side again, realization coming onto his face.

"I see you are understanding what I mean to say. They had all killed their first men much earlier than when they involved themselves in war. They all commanded from the Rear, at least in their first battles, and learned how a battlefield functioned. It is a bloody business, Your Grace, not a honorable one like in the songs. I propose you stay back and learn. Westerosi Lords will need to see you command men, and your experiences here will prove incredibly fruitful once the time comes."

"I… I understand Lord Strickland. Very well, I will stay and observe you at work."

I nodded at him, happy he had seen reason. I was bluffing of course, I hadn't the real authority or even will to have had surrendered like that to those savages should he had decided to fight, but it seemed my point had been made.

"Very well, our preparations have been made. Your Grace, I will call on you when it is time for us to meet with them. Balaq, make sure your archers are ready. The same to your men Jon. We cannot fail."

They nodded at me and left the tent, intent on preparing. I was left alone with my thoughts now, and by the Seven were they in disarray. Another bloody battle, this one not even having any significant meaning for us as an army. And after this we would have to wage war on Westeros as well. My men often complained I was too soft, and I could see why they thought that. I truly didn't enjoy conflict. I didn't like fighting, I didn't like killing and I didn't even like riding. The problem was I was bloody good at it. Hells I certainly wasn't the Warrior reborn but I could fight with the best of them, and while I had not revolutionized how war was waged I bloody well knew every single tactic that had been done. My father had made sure of that.

I didn't want to be a knight, not really. It was my father who forced me to become one. I would've been more than happy to be the paymaster, managing the company's coin, but my track record spoke for itself. Two wins as Captain Commander against Dothraki hordes, seven victories as a Sargent while fighting in the Disputed Lands for different cities at a time, hells I had once beaten back a sellsword coalition more than twice my numbers with just tactics and skill. Thirty and three years I had been fighting, ever since I was a boy really. Five and ten was when I saw my first battle. That is precisely why I had insisted the King not fight in this skirmish. He was a man grown, yes, but in many ways he was still a green boy. It would be my job to teach him the Art of War.

We were riding out to meet the Dothraki. I was out riding out front, my commanders and King riding behind me. I could see Khal Drogo and his bloodriders riding towards in a relatively slow pace. We met at the middle and they just looked at me impassively. I figured they wouldn't speak until I did so I decided to go first. I was the only High-Standing officer in the Golden Company who could speak Dothraki, something which I had figured useful in the future.

"Khal Drogo, I greet you. What do you seek so close to the great city of Volantis?"

He just looked at me stonefaced and said: "You know what I want Andal. I will be the first Khal to exact tribute from Volantis. Fight me and I will slaughter and enslave your men. Flee and I will let you leave unharmed."

"You know what I will say already. I will not retreat. You know of our reputation, we never break a contract and you will not be the first to make us do so."

He laughed at that, happy that I responded with that. "I was hoping you would say that. Then I will do as I promised. Tell your men in iron suits to make peace with their gods tonight, for tomorrow the Stallion who will mount the world will have them meet their makers. "

With that he and his bloodriders rode away, happy we had reached no peace accords. I turned back and addressed my men.

"No peace was achieved. Tomorrow we fight."

I kicked my horse and rode towards our camp. I heard someone murmur "Fucking savages" and restrained a sigh. Tomorrow we would fight.

It was early in the morning when the men were ready and lined up. The battlefield was ready. Right at the front stood 2 columns of slave soldiers, each one about 2,000 strong. They were armed with spears and shields. Behind them stood the trenches, dug at certain intervals which would allow them to retreat in time, but still covered up in a way that would prove deadly to the savages once they fell into the spikes placed there. Behind the trenches stood another 3 columns. One consisted of 3,000 more spearmen, that one spread across the middle. The other two columns were at the slave infantry's sides, each one containing 1,500 archers. They would serve as fodder, whittling down the Dothraki, readying them for when we would begin our assault. Closely behind that column stood my soldiers. Four columns of 2,000 men each stood spread out. Our archers stood behind them, close to me and the headquarters, as did the cavalry, ready to be deployed. As I gazed at our opponents I almost wanted to laugh in disbelief.

I had certainly read about it, but actually seeing them in action was something else. No formations could be seen. All cavalry, spread out throughout the battlefield with no formations or organization to be seen. It was ridiculous. Now I could see how the Three Thousand of Qohor had managed to endure. I was still wary of this all being a ruse, since Khal Drogo had been the most powerful Dothraki Khal in recent memory, and thus I thought surely it must've come in part by something more than brute strength. I gazed at the savages, and suddenly they started riding forward. A host of about 5,000 just started riding towards us uphill. I gave orders that the slave archers out front start firing towards the incoming cavalry charge. They did and they bled the savages harshly. I couldn't properly give a head count as to how many Dothraki had been killed by the arrows, but at least 1/5 had been of the 5,000 had been felled by the rain of arrows.

While the archers fired and slowed down the Dothraki charge the two columns converted into one down the middle and got into formation, with a few men from each sides slipping out to flank the enemies. The Dothraki who made it out of the rain of arrows smashed into them, and from what I could see they only had middling success. The slaves held. I didn't want to feel completely relieved just yet, since anything could happen, but this certainly upped my confidence quite a bit. I saw the small contingents of slave soldiers who had split off had been able to make some damage to unsuspecting enemy riders.

10,000 more Dothraki suddenly charged forward as well, most likely trying to smash through the walls of shields the slave soldiers had put between them, but they were also attacked by the archers, who were still in position. Screams could be heard all throughout the battlefield, even from so far off. Aegon, who sat on a horse just beside me, looked a bit pale at the screams, but I had long since gotten desensitized to the horrors of war. For a while the forces out front held. I would say they held for about 3 hours, with waves of Dothraki dying even before arriving to the shield wall due to arrow fire. After about 3 hours of this I finally saw a contingent of riders punch through our forces. Instead of trying to further advance I saw them turn and attack the slaves from their rears, a useful tactic, if a bit late by this time in the battle.

"Boy! Get me word of ours and our enemies approximate casualties now!" I shouted at a messenger boy, most likely someone's squire. About 20 minutes later I got word back from him.

"Lord Commander! The slaves out front are about to collapse with them now being attacked from the rear and front. The Dothraki seem to be focused on eliminating them first before advancing further. We have bled them heavily. It is estimated that we have killed about 7,000 men out of the main assault from our scouts! As to our own forces, each column out front has lost about three thirds of their men."

I nodded at him, clearly pleased. "That is good news. 3,000 men against 7,000. A trade I'll take in any battle." I looked around and then shouted: "MEN, SOUND THE RETREAT!"

A horn was blown and the slave soldiers started marching back in an orderly retreat. The Dothraki had paused fighting for a moment, perhaps apprehensive of what that could have meant. They quickly got greedy when they saw the men out front were retreating. I saw another host, this time about 5,000 strong, join in with the remainders of the 15,000 who had ridden at the beginning of the battle. The slaves properly retreated and joined up with the 3,000 slave spearmen who had been posted behind the traps. Instead of sending small parties I was pleasantly surprised when all those men charged straight ahead, no strategy in sight. I saw a contingent of riders riding towards us only to suddenly sink into the ground, as if they had disappeared. I saw another contingent of their riders do the same, and then another, before they suddenly wised up and stopped charging. I imagined what the image would've looked like for them.

Horses and men impaled by giant wooden spears, men crushed beneath their horses, horses and men together with crippled limbs, injuries which would probably never fade. I did not enjoy war, truly I didn't, yet I could feel the tiniest bit of satisfaction that this would happen to them. Those who were smart enough to stop were soon pelted by a rain of arrows which consequently caused them to retreat. I saw the survivors of our trap retreat to the main Dothraki host. I considered pursuing but I figured it would be folly. The only reason we had defeated them in this battle had been due to our formations and fortifications. I kept watch of the Dothraki host after that, and had my scouts on them to track their movements. About 30 minutes after the Dothraki retreat they turned around and retreated back to their camp. The first battle had been won. Tomorrow we would do the same.

"Your Grace, your thoughts on the battle?"

He looked pensive at my question, taking his time to properly formulate his answer.

"War is different than what I thought. Much more boring too, the only men who fought today were the slave soldiers. Our men did not even move. Commanding from the back is no where near as exciting as the tales of heroes and knights paint warfare."

"A good thing our men didn't fight, I'm sure you would agree. The less men of ours who have to fight the more we will have once we invade Westeros. Commanding from the back is not a glamorous thing, like leading your troops personally. At the same time, not everyone can lead from the back, and even those great warriors and generals who fight with their men only do so once the battlefield has been set in their favor."

He nodded at me, expressing that he had understood my point. Seeing his attention on me I continued.

"A question to see if you understood what happened today. Tell me Your Grace, why did we not pursue the Dothraki stragglers?"

"We did not need to did we? We won the day with only about 3,000 casualties and approximately 548 wounded, while the Dothraki lost at least about 12,000 and most likely had many more wounded. We have a position of strength here in our camp, which was what gave us victory. We could not risk squandering our position."

I smiled at his answer, proud of it. "It is as you said, we had to make sure we wouldn't lose our geographical advantage. Tomorrow will be the same, we will hunker down and wait for them to attack."

He nodded at me, showing that he understood, and then left the tent to go rest.

The second day of battle was among us. Since we had taken casualties yesterday I decided to just wait behind the trenches with the remaining slave soldiers, about 3,500 infantry and about 3,000 archers, placed just behind the trenches. The Golden Company troops would be placed behind them as they had been yesterday. This would play to my advantage.

With us having the high ground it would make the Dothraki horses go slower if they were charging up a hill instead of on a plane, and I knew that no matter what they would still charge. I was wary of them trying to change up their strategy, since they had retreated yesterday then this Khal Drogo must have known at least a semblance of strategy. Nevertheless, they would be slowed down by avoiding the trenches and arrow fire which would be pelted on them once they got into range, making their advance to the cavalry significantly slower. I would bleed them far before they got to my own troops, and after yesterday's battle the numbner's advantage had gotten significantly smaller. I estimated they had just below 30,000 riders today, while I had about 17,000 men ready for battle, plus the advantage of terrain.

As I had done yesterday, I had placed our Headquarters at the top of the cliff, making it harder to reach for the Dothraki while providing me with a bird's eye view of the battlefield. I heard a horn and saw a Dothraki unit of about 8,000 make a charge for us. I signaled the archers to ready themselves and once they got in range I ordered them to fire. The Dothraki charge slowed down significantly. Between them dodging the holes in the ground and arrow fire they did not carry much momentum once they inevitably charged through. They smashed into the slave infantry and then the fight began. I saw them hold strong, but with the amount of men making it through it would only be a matter of time before they slaughtered the remaining Volanteen forces. I ordered Lord Connington to take our knights and attack at their flanks, and so they did. I saw the thousand heavily armored forces take off to atttack the Dothraki flanks while they were in a deadlock with the Slave spearmen. Just as they took off I saw the remaining entirety of the Dothraki forces charge forward.

"Fuck. I'll need to deploy my men now if we are to hold." I thought. I rode our in front of our infantry and looked at them. They looked nervous, yes, and who wouldn't, but they were completely resolved to fight and kill.

"ARE WE GOING TO LET THESE SAVAGES WIN AGAINST US!?"

"NO!"

"ARE WE GOING TO BOW TO THESE BARBARIAN HORSELORDS AS IF THEY ARE OUR BETTERS!?"

"NO!"

"THEN LET US SLAUGHTER THEM! MEN OF THE GOLDEN COMPANY, WHAT ARE OUR WORDS!?"

"BENEATH THE GOLD, THE BITTER STEEL!"

"CHARGE!"

I gave the order and our pikemen charged forward to help hold the line. I ordered the slave archers to retreat and meet with Balaq's forces, who were in position to bleed the enemy once they got close enough. Our heavy cavalry smashed into the savages' fight flank and carved a bloody path through them, scattering them even more than what they already were. They managed to get from one side to the other and retreated back just before the full force of the Dothraki descended upon us. I quickly received a messenger from Jon asking for further orders, and I told the boy to stay and be prepared to ride hard once I gave my orders.

I saw the sky blocked out with arrows, going forward and ending an uncountable number of Dothraki. With the help of our pikemen the line held but I saw a contingent of about 3,000 horsemen split and go for out flanks. Once I identified this I gave orders that word be sent to Jon to meet them full force and rout them out. I saw the contingent of my men charge and eventually they smashed into those Dothraki just before they managed to infiltrate our flanks. I saw an initial struggle, but them my knights carved through them like butter. I imagined what the Dothraki had to be thinking. They certainly were not bad warriors, they were just stupid ones.

Honestly, how they thought us "cowardly for hiding in our iron suits" I could never understand. Fighting with no armor and just using their curved swords, which served best to slash instead of piercing, was folly. Added to the fact that they used no tactics to speak of besides the ocasional flanking maneuver, just like they had done today, only after suffering great losses. A well trained force honestly didn't have a lot to worry about should they find themselves against them, as we were showing right now. After about 2 hours of the cavalry battle I saw the Dothraki who had split off collapse onto themselves and retreat. They were quickly followed by the rest of the Dothraki who had been fighting our infantry and just like that, the battle was over.

Jon Connington rode towards me and King Aegon with his knights behind him, some Dothraki in chains. They were all covered in blood, painting a grim picture of what had happened in the battlefield. He pushed forward one of the Dothraki and I recognized him as Khal Drogo. He was covered in blood and clearly wounded, having wounds at his sides and face. I smiled and walked forward, gripped his braid and cut it at its root. He glared hatefully at me but his chains made more retaliation impossible. I gazed back at the rest of the Dothraki, recognizing some of them as his bloodriders who had accompanied him to the parley. I now knew why the Dothraki had elected to retreat. A captured Khal and bloodriders was a disaster, and without them to lead they would fall to infighting before going back to Vaes Dothrak.

I looked at King Aegon for instruction, testing him. He looked at me and then forward towards the prisoners.

"Cut their braids and imprison them. We will discuss their fates at a later date." I nodded, finding it acceptable. The knights did just that and left with them. I looked back at the King and asked him:

"What now Your Grace?"

He smiled at me and said:

"Now we celebrate My Lord."

The feast was in full effect. The Triarchs had invited the Officers of the Golden Company to a fest inside the Black Walls, while our soldiers had been provided with plenty food and ale to celebrate our victory. We had tallied total dead, with about 18,000 Dothraki ending up dead or injured beyond saving, not that we would in any case. In comparison, about 2,000 of our infantry and about 200 knights or squires had been killed. They would need to be replaced, but that would be easy enough. We already had plenty of recruits who had not taken part in the fight, still in training. They would be green, yes, but they were as disciplined as any man in our army. We would also be able to contract other sellsword companies, courtesy of Magister Illyrio, so I was not worried about our numbers once we invaded.

Currently we were debating on what would be done to the Khal and his bloodriders. I had proposed they be beheaded cleanly. No reason to prolong their suffering, they were already defeated and to Dothraki that was worse than death. King Aegon had agreed with my proposal, but currently the Triarchs were all arguing for something worse.

"Have them whipped while naked across the streets!"

"Pulled apart by Elephants!"

"Trampled to death by Horses!"

Each and every punishment proposed by the Triarchs were incredibly cruel and gruesome, but in the end I did not really care. I just wanted to get payed. Suddenly the Queen Danaerys spoke and silenced everyone.

"No."

We all looked at her in confusion, wondering what she would propose.

"Honorable Triarchs, we proposed a clean and quick death, while you propose a far more gruesome fate. Why not meet in the middle and compromise?"

Triarch Maegyr looked interested at that.

"And what would that be Your Grace?"

"Burn them."

I felt my heart race a bit at that. The Mad King Aerys had been said to do that exact same thing to those he viewed as traitors. I did not like where this was going, and looking at the King I saw his face reflected the same worry. He turned towards her and said:

"My love, surely there are other—"

"Burn them. Triarchs surely that would satisfy you? They die painfully yet quickly, and with this you could also appease the followers of R'hllor in your city as well."

They looked at each other and talked in whispers, until they reached a consensus and turned back at us.

"We find that agreeable. They shall be burned on the morrow."

With that the conversation was effectively over and we finished the feast.

We were gathered at the plaza, a large crowd around us. The High Priest Bennero was present, gazing into the pyre, which had the Khal and his bloodriders tied to it. Our officers were close by as well, with the King beside me, his Queen mysteriously absent. I wondered why she wasn't present, when she herself had been the one to propose the burning, but I figured she didn't have the stomach, something which wouldn't prove uncommon in women. The High Priest Benerro started speaking.

"These heretics are gathered today to face our justice. They thought that their false God would guide them to victory, and they were wrong. Our Lord protected us and gave us victory. Before the battle I gazed into the flames and they spoke, offering wisdom and gazes into the future. I saw our victory in the flames, and I see much more that is soon to come!"

I rolled my eyes, discreetly of course, at his speech. He "saw" OUR victory, and conveniently mentions it after it has happened. Of course he would say that. He continued.

"Let us now lead a prayer in the name of the One True God. Lead us from the darkness, O my Lord. Fill our hearts with fire, so we may walk your shining path. R'hllor, you are the light in our eyes, the fire in our hearts, the heat in our loins. Yours is the sun that warms our days, yours the stars that guard us in the dark of night."

The crowd responded.

"Lord of Light, defend us. The night is dark and full of terrors. Lord of Light, protect us."

He continued.

"R'hllor who gave us breath, we thank you. R'hllor who gave us day, we thank you."

The crowd responded once again.

"We thank you for the sun that warms us. We thank you for the stars that watch us. We thank you for our hearths and for our torches, that keep the savage dark at bay."

Bennero gazed at them, happy at the attention.

"Lord of Light, look down upon us."

"Lord of Light, defend us."

"Lord of Light, protect us in the darkness."

"Lord of Light, shine your face upon us."

"Light your flame among us, R'hllor. Show us the truth or falseness of this man. Strike him down if he is guilty, and give strength to his sword if he is true. Lord of Light, give us wisdom."

"For the night is dark and full of terrors."

"For the night is dark and full of terrors." He finished. Suddenly he looked to the side and said something which confused me. Then he spoke.

"Queen Danaerys Targaryen, come forward."

My heart dropped. I looked quickly to the right, gazing at the king. He looked equally as lost and worried. I saw her walking forward, all three dragon eggs clutched in her hands and then she began to speak.

"High Priest, you have spoken to me of visions in the flames, visions which I have had in my dreams. I come today to fulfill my destiny."

"You have, my Queen. Only death can pay for life."

"Only death can pay for life."

With that the priest had the pyre start burning. I heard the Dothraki scream in pain and I could hear their flesh cooking. Suddenly Danaerys started walking towards the pyre, seemingly in a trance. She kept walking and walking, right towards the fire. I wanted to yell at her, tell her to stop, but it was as if something held me in place. I looked to my sides and the officers and King Aegon were in a similar trance. The queen walked right into the fire and disappeared into the flames.

The fire kept burning yet I could not hear her screams. Everything was quite. The screams of the Dothraki had long since faded. Eventually the flames died out, and chirping could be heard. A figure came out of the smoke and suddenly my brain stopped working. I saw her, naked as day, covered in soot and ash, with three magnificent creatures. One on her shoulder, one on her palm and the other crawling up her leg. They chirped, seemingly trying to roar, and smoke came out of their mouths. I was on one knee, and soon I realized everyone else had gone on one knee as well, even the King. I heard the High Priest speak.

"All hail Queen Danaerys, Mother of Dragons."

"All hail Queen Danaerys, Mother of Dragons."

Author's Note:

Okay, before you all fuck me up in the comments let me try to make my case. Dothraki are honestly not all that. People say they are their equivalent of Mongols but no, they honestly aren't. I could try to explain it up to you in my own words but I know I'd probably fail at it so I'm gonna use another's words instead. Shoutout to my man Gryfonides on reddit, I got the argument from him.

Ok, so lets go. Do Dothraki use armour? No. Do they have siege engines? No. Do they have any weapons aside from their curved swords (which can't properly penetrate armored men) or their bows. No. Do they even use tactics when faced with an enemy that doesn't fear them? No. (Three Thousand Unsullied of Qohor, who just held since they just kept coming straight at them instead of attacking flanks). Dothraki are so stubborn they refuse to adopt decades or hundreds of years worth of information on warfare or even just statecraft, like literacy. They just raid and pillage weak villages. You can use the Kingdom of Sarnor as an example of their potential but one city was conquered through trickery and the rest were just starved since they didn't have a connection to the sea, which Volantis does. In conclusion, Dothraki are shit soldiers.

That being said, did you guys like this chapter? I admit although I'm convinced on the Dothraki thing I know some people won't like it, so I want to get your honest opinions. Did you all enjoy the Harry Strickland POV? It was pretty fun to write him here and I know he's not a typical POV character in a fic so I though it might prove interesting to have him here. I hope you like what I did at the end with Danaerys as well. Give me your thoughts on that if possible. Please leave a review if you can, I really appreciate them. Thanks for reading guys!