Author's Note: Hellooooo Everyone! I'm so happy to be back once again with a new chapter for all of you! So before we begin, I've already got the chapters titles and ideas from Chapter 5-10 thought out and planned, but it is going to take a while because I'm going to try and get everything I want for each of these chapters done without rushing through it. I will be deciding the what t name each chapter before hand via deciding the three or more Rotmulaag that will make up the chapter's title, and I will use that as a bit of a guide to get through the main plot points in the story whilst adding in little stories on the side that will provide some interesting context or insights into the thoughts the world over. Also I am putting this up here that there is a major Lemon Warning coming up for this chapter, I will be unleashing my Thu'um to warn you of the upcoming Lemon Scenes, so when I shout at you please be aware of what is to come for those of you who don't like truly intimate scenes. When I get to these Lemon Scenes, I will be shouting "Sil Graan Aaz!" (Nature-Flee-Mercy), and when the Lemon Scenes are over, I will use "Daal Dreh Smoliin" (Return-Done-Passion).
Oh and one last thing before we begin, I will be moving the months from Chapter 2 to the beginning of each chapter to help me keep track of where I am, and I will be removing the names of the days to make it easier, as now i'm only guessing as to what day I'm using during the longer time skips, so it will go from: Location/Day/Number/Month/Year/Time, to just Location/Day's Number/Month/Year/Time, to make it slightly easier. I know these changes are a bit constant but believe me, once I realized how difficult it has begun to track these things I need as many shortcuts as I can get!
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Chapter 4: Dir Voth Zin
The Sound of Ringing Steel is heard, then the clattering of a blade as Khal Drogo's feet skid across the ground, and then rapid footsteps are heard as Jon charges forward, swinging his shield and smacking the Khal around with three mighty strikes before finally toppling the man, and then gripping the shield with both hands. Swinging it down towards the Khal's neck, the Horselord grabs the shield, using his strength to contest against Jon's own physical might, slowly but surely pushing backwards with a sadistic grin on his face. "You are strong, young dragon, but your woman is mine now!" Khal Drogo says.
"No… I have you right where I want you…" Jon says, smirking, "Dir Voth Zin - Die with Honor…!" Jon says before breathing in deeply. "YOL… TOOR-SHUL!" Jon shouts, unleashing a torrent of flame upon the Khal's unprotected face, the torrent flying outwards as it splashes across the man's fce and then pushes outward around him, burning grass, charring stone, and turning the skull of Khal Drogo to Ash, with trails of smoke leaving Jon's mouth once the shout has finished, and he looks at the Blood Riders, whose eyes are filled with fear as they watch as Jon stands over the Khal's dead body, going to pick up his sword and then sheathes it. "Do you need any more proof as to who is the strongest?"
"None Khal…" One of the Bloodriders say, dismounting and falling to his hands and knees, the remaining Bloodriders doing the same
"Then Ride back to the Khalassar… We've a wedding to prepare for!" Jon says, smiling, the Bloodriders shouting in approval before riding off.
"That was most impressive, your grace!" Jaime says, "How did you manage to breathe fire like that?"
"Simple… I shouted!" Jon says.
"I believe it is far more complicated than that…" Ser Barristan says, his experience telling him it is so.
"Indeed it is… Anyone can learn to shout, but only those like Daenerys and I, who have the Blood of the Dragon, can learn and apply it's magic much faster than most… It's almost as if it's second nature!"
"Amazing…" Jaime says, but then he looks to Jon, "Could you… Teach me… Your grace?"
"Once you've proven yourself trustworthy, Ser Jaime…" Jon says, placing a hand on his shoulder, "Then I would be honored to teach you!" Ser Jaime nods at that answer, smiling, to which Ser Barristan Selmy smiles at this, seeing how Jaime is bonding with Jon as he did with Rhaegar, a truly nostalgic moment. Three hours later, as the sun hits the early afternoon, Jon and Daenerys are smiling as they sit together, sharing smiling glances at one another as the Magisters and Nobles of Pentos bring them gifts to celebrate the marriage. Daenerys, for her part, is initially stunned at the display of the Khalassar as they celebrate, but her mind quickly adapts as she realizes these are her people, and had Viserys had his way, she would've been in a more terrible position than she is now. With Aemon by her side, she is not frightened of these people, in fact, she can feel excitement at this experience of a new culture.
She has come to learn about how violent Jon's original culture, the Nords, were, and how they enjoyed times of violence as much as they enjoyed times of peace, finding the life in every moment, and with the culture of the Dothraki, she can sense a similar desire, though not as strong. However, her thoughts are interrupted as a fight breaks out, two men fighting over a dancer they wish to fuck, and she watches intently with Jon, both of them making glances with each other, silently betting who is going to win. Daenerys is betting on the rider who has the shorter bangs and thick goatee, whilst Jon bets on the one with the longer bangs, the two of them watching intently as they draw their swords. Unfortunately for Jon, his fighter loses, being disemboweled because of an obvious set up, for Daenerys's rider had dived under his opponents strike after a block, and then immediately counter-attacked, disemboweling his opponent, ending the battle by cutting off his braid.
Despite losing the bet, Jon and Daenerys stand and clap for the victor, to which the Rider tosses the braid before his new Khal and Kaleesi, before bowing and returning to his woman, and the party continues with at least three more battles before Jon sees someone walking up to them with a gift, a Westerosi man. "Greetings, ser!" Jon says, smiling.
"Greetings, Khal Jon Snow!" The man says, holding books, "A small gift for the new Khaleesi, songs and histories from the Seven Kingdoms!"
"Thank you ser!" Daenerys says, gently taking the books as her made, Doreah, gently takes them and puts them within a small pile of gifts for her. "Are you from Westeros?"
"Ser Jorah Mormont of Bear Island! I served with your father, and Gods be good, I always hoped to aid the rightful king!" He then turns to Jon Snow, "I had heard of one Aemon Targaryen being with the Princess…!"
"He left on some important business, he will be meeting us in Vaes Dothrak soon with an ally of ours!" Jon explains, smiling, "I also know of the crime you committed in desperation, Ser Jorah Mormont… When Daenerys and I return to the Seven Kingdoms, we will grant you a pardon for your loyalty!" Jon explains, smiling at him, "Be warned though, if we find out you have connections to those who would see us dead, I will not hesitate to carry out my father's sentence…"
"Yes, Khal…" Ser Jorah says.
"Until such a time, you are safe with us, Ser Jorah, and we welcome you to join us!" Jon says, to which Ser Barristan Selmy and Ser Jaime Lannister know that Ser Jorah is one of the Spider's Birds, but it seems Jon, if he does somehow know this, then he is willing to show Jorah Mormont mercy for the time being, as if luring the bear into a trap. Jon stands up and offers Ser Jorah a hand to shake, to which the knight looks at the young man and nods, shaking back, the young man smiling at the Bear. "I am assigning you to keep an eye on my Khaleesi, she is a capable warrior all on her own, but I would feel safer if a Bear were to be watching over her when I cannot."
"It would be my honor, Khal!" Ser Jorah says, smiling before going to find a seat for himself. The Party continues on for several hours, before a beautiful white mare is brought before Jon, who gently guides Daenerys to it, whilst the Khal's Stallion walks over to Jon. Jon looks at the Horse, gazing into it's eyes before a moment of realization hits him.
"Arvak…" Jon says, recognizing the old spirit horse, the stallion whinnying as it reunites with it's old partner, Jon smiling as he pets the horse, happy to recognize his old friend. Daenerys sees Jon smiling and fighting from tearing up as he greets the horse in Dovahzul. "Drem Yol Lok, Zeymah Arvak!" Jon remembers the days he and the horse would quest together, and though it would often run away when things got ugly, he would always come back to his side. More than that, the two of them created a genuine bond with one another, and they would rarely be apart, and there would even be times where Jon would just laze around his homestead with his horse, or go down to the lake, where the two of them would enjoy some time in the water with his family. Arvak was a horse he loved to call for just about anything, and he had been missing him over the several long years they were apart. Mounting his old friend with Daenerys following suit, the two would ride until the sun drew close to the edge of the Horizon, and Jon the couple would find a calm and quite spot on the stoney shore, where the sun's rays began to fade away. Beneath them was a bedroll, in which Jon looks at Daenerys with a faint blush on his cheeks, and the young woman looks back, smiling at him.
Dany knows she couldn't be happier than she is now at this moment, but then her hands begin to wander her husband's chest, Jon tensing a bit at the touch, but he doesn't do anything to stop her and feeling her hands wander around him as he looks into her eyes, royal purple staring into metallic silver, and the two, ignoring the rest of the world, slowly lean in as Jon shares a kiss with her. 'Ysolda, I do not know if you are seeing this… I know that I can't cling to you forever… I need to move on…' Jon thinks as he kisses Daenerys, pulling her in close. 'If you think I am betraying you, then I am sorry, but I need to move on… However… Know this… Nobody will replace you in my heart, they will only fill the void you left behind, and ease my pain… Goodbye, my first love…' Jon's kiss becomes more passionate as he finally accepts his reality, and slowly, his hands gently run up the legs of his Khaleesi, and he reaches under her dress, Daenerys moaning at his touch.
SIL! GRAAN-AAZ!
She can feel his coarse, calloused hands touching her bare skin, and running up her thigh, his nails gently scratching her skin as they move towards the space in which she had protected from her brother for years, her womanhood, and she knows she can trust Jon to take her maidenhead, for she offers it, her heart, and her soul to him, willingly. Jon slowly removes his garments, Daenerys feeling her legs clench as she sees his muscular body, as well as the scars from his training, how each of his individual muscles is toned and carefully sculpted as if it were a master crafter taking a hammer and chisel to stone. However, where her legs truly clench is when she sees his manhood, and she how it slowly but surely hardens, lengthens, and engorges upon Daenerys looking at it. Her womanhood slowly begins to drip, growing moist and wet, and her hands guide her dress off her body, feeling the cold wind against her body, ticking her skin, but she stands before her husband, dripping before his eyes.
"You look… Beautiful…" Jon says, to which Daenerys smirks.
"And you are handsome… My Khal…" Daenerys says, smiling as she moves to Jon, who walks to her and kisses her. Daenerys's hands run along his chest, feeling his muscles as Jon's hand massages her back before moving down to her buttocks, groping and rubbing them as his hardened manhood presses against her. The two kiss before Daenerys lies down, Jon lying with her as he begins to kiss her neck, running his tongue along her skin gently, tasting her, the Khaleesi rubbing her left breast with her left hand, whilst, as Jon's lips and tongue run down to her free breast, gently and tentatively moves to her slit and slowly begins rubbing rubbing the lips, feeling her body grow warm against Jon's skin and the cold air as night falls.
Jon, finding a single breast unattended to, slowly runs his tongue in small circles alongst the edge of it and makes slow circles around her breast, each one growing slightly smaller until he reaches her nipple, then runs his tongue along it, Daenerys moaning in pleasure as she feels him teasing her. Jon gently takes the nipple into his mouth and carefully suckles upon it, the Khaleesi moaning as she rubs herself more, but out of the corner of her eye, she sees that the Khal's shaft is unattended to, and her soft hands gently grip it. Jon tenses slightly, only to feel her slowly run her hand up and down the length, massaging it. "It must be painful for you, my Khal… You're being so gentle with me and yet i do nothing for you…" Daenerys says, "I apologize for being so selfish…"
"No need to apologize, my Khaleesi…!" Jon says, smiling as he looks at her, and then he runs his hand down to her slit and begins to return the favor she gives him. Daenerys, feeling his hands along her womanhood, moans, but then gets an idea as he has Jon on lie back, whilst she moves her body, so that her womanhood is in Jon's face, whilst his manhood is in hers.
"Please your Queen, my King…" Daenerys says, halfway between begging and commanding, in which Jon smiles as he pulls Daenerys's womanhood to his mouth, and he begins to kiss and lick her slit. Daenerys moans as she feels his warm lips, soft tongue, and hot breath kissing her, and she takes Jon's manhood into her mouth, slowly bobbing her head up and down as she tastes his musk and feels him twitch in her mouth. The two of them become so filled with their lust that a few minutes pass, and the two reach their limits, Jon releasing into her mouth as he drinks his Khaleesi's fluids, the two of them looking at each other, desire in their eyes. The feeling of her first orgasm causes Daenerys to gently climb off Jon whilst leaning back, spreading her legs open for her Khal, and Jon smiles as he moves to her, his still dripping sword eagerly wanting to be sheathed into his wife. Daenerys allows Jon close to her, her desire overshadowing her fear as Jon slowly enters her, his shaft being guided into her slit as she feels the pain of her virtue being taken.
Jon himself, is already on the verge of releasing just from entering his wife, his shaft diving to her depths, finding her womb, and kissing it, depositing the small amount of seed that is still on the tip of his sword, wanting to fire the rest into her. Daenerys, though in pain, moans, tears flowing down her cheeks and she wraps her legs around Jon's waist, pulling him in as deep as he can go. The two kiss and wait for Daenerys to give the signal that he can continue, the Khaleesi doing so as she starts moving her hips, dancing upon Jon's shaft from the angle she is in. Jon begins thrusting slowly, the two of them wanting to save this first time together. Aemon looks into the eyes of his Queen, and as he thrusts, Ysolda's image shows itself before his eyes, and in this moment, he can see that Daenerys looks exactly like his former wife, only with longer, paler hair, and eyes that of the purest amethysts, something that Jon had never noticed before, but part of him is grateful for.
With that image leaving his mind, he moves Daenerys onto her hands and knees and begins moving, his shaft moving in and out of her folds with slow but powerful thrusts. "Yes… Breed me…" Daenerys says, "Breed your Queen, Qahnaarin!" Daenerys is begging for it with each thrust, "Fill my belly with you mighty dragon spawn!" That is when Jon kisses her as he thrusts into her and then whispers into her ears three little words she had wanted to hear since the first day they met.
Ul-Ov-Sil…
With those three words, Daenerys feels everything change, her world brightens, her womb grows hot, and her folds clench tigher on him, Daenerys's tongue hanging out of her mouth slightly as her eyes roll in the back of her head, and Jon thrusts faster, feeling himself reaching the edge of his restraint. However, the release never comes, for Jon keeps going with Daenerys, changing positions with her over the course of nearly 4 hours, until at last, it happens. Jon plants his seeds into Daenerys's womb, and it fills her to the brim and overflows outward. Daenerys is moaning from the continuous orgasm she had been experiencing, and her body is twitching from the pleasure and the release of her inner dragon finally having been bred. The two collapse, crawling into each other's arms, in which sleep and exhaustion take them, but as they drift into sleep, Jon swears he can see a bat fly from a nearby rock face, and it vanishes into the darkness as the moon hides behind the clouds.
DAAL! DREH-SMOLIIN!
Meereen Docks, 1st of Sun's Dusk, Midnight, 297 AC
On a ship that is pulling into Meereen, Melisandre watches through the flames as her former husband, Qahnaarin, takes his new wife to their wedding bed… She remembers the night he did the same for her, and their wedding was a beautiful, if simplistic, affair, and she couldn't have ever been happier. However, she knows that he is not betraying her… For she did die that day, and only the disease in her blood brought her back from the dead, and now she is here, in a Slave City, alone, and her bed is cold every night because she is without her husband to keep her frigid skin warm. She longs for his touch, for his lips, and for his blo- 'No!' Melisandre thinks, backing away as she catches herself in that train of thought, knowing that her husband is not food, but her lover, and, if the gods had been kinder, the father of her children. She wants Qahnaarin again, but now all she can use to satisfy her urges is the blood of the wicked and her own hands to imitate the way he would touch her body… "I miss you so much, Ormr Bloodskal…" Melisandre says, calling him by his mortal name from Nirn, hopelessly desiring him.
However, as she dresses herself, there is a knock at the door, "Priestess, we have safely docked in Meereen… Do you require a guarded passage to Vaes Dothrak?"
"No… I shall make my way to the city myself…" Melisandre says, smiling as she looks to the captain, "Now… This ship is transporting Slaves, is it not?"
"Yes…?" The captain asks, but then finds his muscles clench as a black vapor covers Melisandre, her eyes glaring as she looks at the Captain, who can't even muster a scream.
"Then you will die a Slave Trader!" Melisandre says, transforming into a monster, and she bites down onto the man's neck, draining him entirely of his blood, then tearing his throat out. She may have been a narcotics dealer in her past life, but when she came into this world, she was a Slave, and she hates those who work in this trade more than anything, and now, when she reunites with her husband, she shall use her authority as a Red Priestess of Rh'llor, this world's incarnation of Akatosh, and aid in the destruction of slavery. The blood in her belly sends power through her body, and she moves in a swarm of bats, attacking the sailors who work for this trade, and she makes her way to the holding cells where the slaves are. "You no longer need to fear the slavers, I will let you out, and when I do, run as fast as you can!" She says as she burns the locks and let's the slaves flee for their lives and freedom, "Remember this day, for there will come a time when the Dragons fly above Meereen and the slaves shall be freed!" Erupting into a swarm of bats once more, she flees the ship and flies North-East, to Vaes Dothrak…
Dothraki Sea, 13th of Sun's Dusk, Noon, 297 AC
Jon parries a blow from one of his Dothraki Warriors with his shield, the man, Rakharo, usin the hook of his Arakh to grapple onto the shield and pull it out of his Khal's hand, but the Khal smiles as he uses the opening and rest Bloodskal against Rakharo's neck. "You've grown stronger!"
"Thank you Khal! This new way you have brought to us has made it so!" Rakharo says, smiling as Jon removes Bloodskal from the man's neck and picks up his shield. "Remember, once the Shield has been ripped away, you must prepare for what the sword is going to do…!" Jon says, teaching the Dothraki how to fight westeros knights, "The Steel Skin of the Westerosi Knights will stop weapons that cut well, but however, they have several weak points that the hook of the Arakh can pierce!" Jon explains, in which Daenerys draws her bow and fires an arrow with a painted head on it, her arrow striking Jon in the chest, where the steel is weakest. "And as the Khaleesi just demonstrated, your arrows will be a fine means to attack the steel skin. This exact spot is where the shell is weakest, and while your blades won't be able to pierce it, your arrows will!"
"Yes, Khal!" The Dothraki riders say, in which Jon nods.
"He is a brilliant teacher…!" Ser Jorah says, smiling at Jon, "He teaches well, and even has the Khaleesi aid in his teachings."
"Yes, and the Queen has been taking her lessons with the King very seriously, even if they are newlyweds!" Ser Jaime says, "He has even begun to have the woman trained in the art of using daggers combat."
"It is a bit odd for someone like that to be teaching women how to fight… But considering he was reborn from a culture where both men and women fight in war as equals, i don't think it's surprising." Ser Barristan says, "He has come to know that the women of this world, in comparison the one he grew up in, are fundamentally weaker and disempowered, where in the world his soul comes from, Nirn I think he called it, women aren't discouraged from combat unless they are of the noble class."
"Almost sounds like Dorne and Bear Island!" Ser Jorah says, "My kind of place if I were given a chance to go there! Only problem would be all the monsters we once thought to be myth and legend are commonplace in that world…" Ser Jorah explains, "Still… It would be a place I would've liked to flee to instead of Essos!"
"I would honestly like to go there myself, that group of warriors that the King told us about, the Companions i think he called them, sound like a great company to work with, they even took a presumed nobody in and trained him to be a great warrior! He even gained the ability to transform into a Wolf from them!" Ser Jaime explains, "Now imagine the Starks having that kind of power! The Whole Seven Kingdoms would be overrun with Werewolves in a matter of months!"
"I agree, and considering how you can't get a good night's sleep because of Lycanthropy, and how it's fueled by eating the flesh of your enemies, I doubt I'd want that kind of curse!" Ser Barristan says. "Still, the King is very wise to be training the Dothraki as he is, and once he gains the other Khalassars, he will need infantry units to obtain the Military power he needs to retake the Seven Kingdoms…"
"I hope you're not suggesting the Unsullied…" Ser Jorah says.
"Well from what I can gather, whether we suggest it or not, once the King and Queen learn of where the Unsullied are being bought and sold, they're likely going to burn Astapor to the ground after they free them…" Ser Barristan says, "I even heard that Melisandre booked passage on a Slaver's Ship to cut costs so she could take, as she calls it, a shortcut to Meereen!" Ser Barristan explains. "Said she would be able to fly to Vaes Dothrak once she reached Meereen, though I have no idea how she will be able to…"
"She is a Vampire… So I would have to believe she has a way…" Ser Jaime explains.
"Wait, who is this Melisandre you speak of?" Ser Jorah asks.
"She didn't divulge much about herself, but she said she was an ally of the King from his world, but she had been sent here thousands of years ahead of him to locate the objects that will aid him in his Quest…" Ser Barristan says, looking at him. "Still it's going to be a bit rough, especially since she wanted us to keep this from the King…"
"Secrets from the King?" Ser Jorah says, "Forgive me but why would you be doing that?"
"She said the King won't recognize her, plus, she fears the King may try to kill her because of what she is… Vampires killed the person he loved most in his previous life, and she is afraid he may still hold hatred for Vampires…"
"I see… Well I think we can put our trust in this person, at least for now…" Ser Jorah says, making mental notes of all of this as Jon sits down with Daenerys and their most trusted Kos and their Kingsguard Members, as well as Ser Jorah. Jon himself begins telling the men about the stories about his past life, including how he was gifted by a Dragon God with the ability to fight like a dragon, which he use that power to kill Khal Drogo and claim his Khalassar. He explains that normally he would not do that, as his pride as a warrior forbid it, and normally he would never resort to using the Thu'um in battle unless his opponent was stronger than him, or as he calls it "his truest need".
The Kos are both fascinated and horrified by the revelations of their Khal, but are especially intrigued when he would tell them how he used to hunt and, for the lack of a better term, "eat" the dragons who challenged him. He would also reveal to them that his sword, Bloodskal, was a blade crafted by his ancestors, the Bloodskal Clan, and that he journeyed to Skyrim to not only recover it, but also to redeem the name of his clan, who had been disgraced by being defeated and slaughtered by the Elves, or Knife-Ears to describe their most prominent feature in the Dothraki Tongue. He would explain that in the War with the Elves, his clan had transported Bloodskal to an ancient burial site known as a Barrow, hidden on the island of Solstheim, where it would be safely out of Elvish Hands, for Bloodskal was unique, as it didn't require souls to power it's magic. The thought that souls could be used to empower weapons terrifies the blood riders, and when Jon explains that Necromancers of Nirn could capture the souls of animals and people using crystals called Soul Gems and use them as fuel to magically empower objects, it scared them. He even told them that when a soul is used up, it is sent to the Ideal Masters, Evil Gods of Decay and Undeath, where they would be slaves for eternity, never to roam the Night Lands.
The Khal even admits that before he reclaimed Bloodskal, he was forced to use this method several times to empower the weapons and gear he used, and he regretted every moment of it. He claims that enchanting and Necromancy was an evil practice that never should've been brought forth, due to the fact that the soul of those that have been trapped in stone suffer in agony only to later be sent to the Ideal Masters and enslaved to them. He would not find out until he actually physically entered the Soul Cairn himself, and was horrified with what he had wrought, and the Blood Riders can't believe what their Khal is saying. "You had visited the Land of the Dead, Khal Aemon?"
"I visited two of them… The Soul Cairn was only one of them, the other… It was a glorious paradise where only the finest warriors would celebrate their lives for eternity… It was known as Sovngarde…. I can remember how beautiful the valley in which the great hall was placed, the roaring waterfalls, the beautiful forests, the great crags and cliffs, even the Whale Bone Bridge…" Jon explains, reminiscing about the Afterlife of the Nords, "In the Culture I was born in, dying in battle was the highest honor and the only way to enter Sovngarde, and if you managed to defeat Tsun, the God of War, you were allowed to cross the bridge, eating, drinking, fighting, and celebrating until the Final Battle came."
This one description causes excitement amongst the Bloodriders, as if it were an eternal wedding were taking place, and more than that, to die and battle the God of War himself is something that excites many of them. They soon begin to wish to know more, and ask their Khal a great many questions, and Aemon obliges and explains as much as he can, and he even explains that Khal Drogo's horse was once an ally of his, a horse named Arvak, whom he had freed from the Soul Cairn and came to trust as an ally. This initially startles the Dothraki, but when they learn of the many glorious battles the two had fought, especially out maneuvering giants and mammoths, and that Arvak was unkillable, and even if defeated, he was already dead, so he could never die. Ser Jorah Mormont is stunned at the culture of this world, and part of him actually begins to long for it himself.
"Khal, if I may, would it be possible for you to start spreading this religion of battle to the rest of your Khalassar?"
"I would but I do not wish to endanger the beliefs of the Dothraki…" Jon explains, looking to Ser Jorah Mormont, "The Khalassar believe in the Horse God, Vezhof, and only acknowledge the existence of other gods, not worshipping them." Jon looks down, "While I would like to worship the gods of my homeland again, I can't… I must keep the peace by praying to Vezhof…"
"Khal…!" Rakharo says, walking over to Aemon, who looks to him.
"Yes, Rakharo?"
"There was something that I was wondering… In this other world, Nirn I think you called it…" Rakharo says, "Was the Great Stallion ever part of the beliefs there?"
"Not that I can remember… My Ancestors worshipped the Fox, the Bear, the Hawk, the Wolf, the Moth, the Snake, the Dragon, the Whale, and the Owl…" Jon explains, looking to Rakharo.
"Then, Khal Aemon… When we reach Vaes Dothrak, if such a way exists, could you tell of your gods to the Khalassars after you defeat the Khals, for I believe that you, who has been to the Realms of the Dead, and having brought with you a mighty stallion from beyond Death, should be marked as a Stallion amongst your Gods…" Rakharo says, to which Jon looks at him with an open mouth, and the Dothraki who hear this stand, nodding in agreement, kneeling and placing their swords upon the ground. "You are the Khal of Khals, who has defeated Gods, the Unholy Dead, and even the greatest warrior of your race, even conquering Dragons and Death itself… Only a Stallion with the strength of the Mother of Mountains could possess such a strong will and soul… You may be a Dragon by blood, but you are truly a Stallion by birth!" Jon doesn't know what to say as he looks at the men and women around him.
Above them, from within the Halls of Sovngarde, with the other Ancient Nordic Pantheon, the gods overhear this as they watch over Ormr Bloodskal. Many are stunned that the Dothraki would proclaim this, but one of them, Shor, simply bursts out laughing, unable to contain his amusement, whilst his shield-thanes and the Hearth Gods simply join in his merriment, and they prepare a new seat for the Dragonborn, or rather, the Stallion, and prepare it by the Fire for when it is his time to return to Sovngarde, and for Nirn to be reborn once again.
Vaes Dothrak, 25th of Evening Star, Noon, 297 AC
The Twin Stallion Archways of Vaes Dothrak come into sight as Jon looks at it with a stunned look in his eyes. "Magnificent… A sight to behold…!" Jon says in Dothraki.
"It is, Khal Aemon! Though I am sure that your homeland has greater cities made of stone…" Rakharo says, having become Jon's voice of insight into the Dothraki from their perspective.
"The People of the Ashen Island of Solstheim Lived in houses made from the shells of giant animals, so in comparison, this is amazing! I even built a homestead for myself and my first wife near a great lake like Vaes Dothrak is situated… It was a truly beautiful sight, and so this… To me… It feels like I've come home…" Jon says, to which Daenerys smiles as she hears her husband speaking of such things, and with a touch of nostalgia in his voice. "When will we meet with the other Khals?"
"They should be arriving within seven days, Khal Aemon…!" One of Jon's Blood Riders, Qotho, says, looking at Jon, who nods.
"Then let us not waste anymore time! Let us make for the city!" Jon says, laughing as he charges ahead, his blood riders and his kos following close behind, all of them calling out in excitement, Daenerys merely giggling at her husband's antics. The rest of the Khalassar follows close behind, and then Daenerys looks to Ser Jorah, curious as to one thing.
"Ser Jorah?"
"Yes, Khaleesi?"
"If my husband and I were to take all of the Khalassars to Westeros, could we conquer the Seven Kingdoms?"
"If you could convince the Dothraki to cross the Narrow Sea, it is possible, but pure cavalry alone won't win against them…. The Dothraki and your Dragons, wherever they are, fight best in the open field, the narrow streets of King's Landing or other cities will be best handled by Infantrymen and foot soldiers…" Ser Jorah explains, to which he hears a roar in the distance, and the Khalassar look to see Paarthurnax leading Odahviing, Durnehviir, as well as Daenerys's three dragons, Balerion, Vhagar, and Meraxes, towards the Mother of Mountains to roost well away from the Horse Lords. Ser Jorah, seeing them fly overhead for the first time, is awed and terrified at how large the dragons are, while Ser Barristan and Ser Jaime are stunned at how much they have grown in the past few months. Daenerys's Dragon Cubs can be seen keeping pace with the three Dovah, who simply glide to allow the three to keep up with them, only flapping when the need to stay aloft is needed. Thanks to them being exposed to the Dovah, Daenerys's Dragons have been growing faster than they normally would, due to being hatched from stone eggs.
From Jon's last measurements of her dragons, the largest of them, Balerion, is 1ft 6in long from nose tip to tail base, whilst having a 2ft 3in tail, and a 5ft 3in wingspan from tip to tip. Meanwhile, Jon's Dragons, from Durnehviir's most recent measurements, are 18ft from the nose tip to tail base, with a 27ft tail, and a 63ft wingspan. The Dragons soar up to the highest peak of the Mother of Mountains, where they will be well out of the way of the Dothraki, and only come down to hunt when the need arises, and given how Odahviing is the fastest of his brothers, that will not be too much of a problem for him. The Khalassar meets with the Dosh Khaleen, and when they do, they give Daenerys an examination, to determine if she carries a child within her, though, for the moment, they cannot tell. Jon simply has his Khalassar rest up and go about their own business to relax, whilst he gets acquainted with the people of Vaes Dothrak.
Going to the Markets, Jon and Daenerys, along with their Bloodriders, Rakharo, and Ser Jorah Mormont and the Royal Guard, they wander about both Markets, inspecting the wares being sold, but that is when he notices something in the distance, a familiar shade of copper red hair, and when he looks, Jon is stunned as he sees before him is a Red Priestess, who looks at him with a familiarity that he cannot place. This woman is too beautiful for him to recognize, but he notices the glow in her eyes. Meanwhile Daenerys can see something about this woman, and feels an air of familiarity about her, almost as if she had met her before, and yet she knows she is meeting her for the first time.
"Drem Yol Lok, Wunduniik - Greetings, Traveler… I am Melisandre…!"
Author's Note: Phew, I managed to get this chapter done all in one night and post it in the morning! That's quite an achievement, even for me! Still I'm proud of being able to do this! Anyway, you guys can expect me to be plotting out my chapters from here on out, and so far, with as few spoilers as possible, I've already have things planned for chapters passed the Astapor Arc and into an arc nobody will expect! So I hope you guys have a great day, you're awesome! Be sure to Follow, Favorite, and Review, go visit Longclaw 1-6, and I'll catch you on the Flipside! DOV-AH-KIIN!