The Moon's Guidance
IMPORTANT LETTER: Story went through a name change. This story was once called the Dothraki Moon Festival.
Edited by xXFallenSakuraXx52
Disclaimer: I do not own Game of Thrones
A/N: Hey, guys. This is a non-cannon of my story, Sister's Keeper. Basically, a fanfic of my fanfic. Fanfic inception! A thought came up of what would have happened if the wine merchant never came and Rhaego was born? Thus, this short story came up. This will probably be three chapters or so long. Depending on my imagination.
Summary: What if the wine assassination never happened? What if Daenerys gave birth to Rhaego, and Drogo was still alive. See a possible life the Targaryen sisters would've had in the Khalasar. As the Dothraki Moon Festival is fast approaching, Alysanne is not sure to partake. Can Jorah protect her through these heated times or does Drogo and Daenerys have something up their sleeve?
Chapter 1: Not ready
Alysanne's POV
Little Rhaego cooed as he laid in his bassinet. He was three months old now, or at least three full moon cycles. A good mixture of his two parents. Fair skin that will no doubt become darker over time. A turf of dark hair on the top of his head. Eyes in a unique shade of purple, one would compare to mulberry. Rhaego gave a gummy smile, reaching out to me.
I smiled, taking his little hand. Warrior hands, as Drogo put it. The moment the Great Khal held his son, the baby had a tight grip on his father's fingers. No one in our family could disagree that Rhaego does indeed have a firm grip. Almost yanked Doreah's hair out from the root. Of course, the handmaiden had forgiven the child with ease.
Rhaego was treated like a prince or as the Dothraki put it, a khalakka. The boy already having khas, along with Daenerys's own of Rakharo, Aggo, and Kovarro. Six men, or at least four surrounding the Khaleesi and Khalakka. They don't gush over him like the handmaidens do over little Rhaego. Yet, when the baby makes an accomplishment, they perk a slight smile. Although, they do try not to laugh when the boy relieves himself of gas or spitting up on the handmaidens after being fed.
"He's growing fast," Daenerys cooed, as she came over to check on her son.
She was resting since she did not get much sleep last night. I offered to watch Rhaego so my sister could sleep. The only time I come to her is when Rhaego is hungry, and he basically eats every three to four hours. My heart stops beating every time she has to nurse him while riding on a horse. Luckily, the wrapping she wears keeps him secured. But still, I prefer her sitting on a stable chair rather than on Silver.
"That he is," I said. "No doubt, he will be tall as his father."
"It is known," Irri agreed in the back, folding the recent cloths.
"It is known," Jhiqui joined in as well.
Rhaego reached up, gesturing for his mother. Daenerys chuckled as she picked up her son and kissed his forehead. "My sweet little dragon."
The little dragon was the nickname we'd given Rhaego. Of course, we don't say it outside the hut. To the world he was Rhaego, son of the Great Khal Drogo. If not, the Stallion Who Will Mount the World, according to the Dosh Khaleen prophecies. Since Drogo doesn't have a last name, his name in the western world would be Rhaego Targaryen. The living heir of House Targaryen. I bet Viserys is screaming in one of the Seven Hells. Shouting, he was supposed to be the Last Dragon.
I sighed, for it has been a long time since thinking about my brother-husband. Forever I will remember him from the past, and the scar he left on my chest. It has been nine-months roughly, maybe ten since Viserys was…killed. Then again, he had it coming for him. Viserys broke the sacred law in Vaes Dothrak. Many, in fact. The first being to never have a weapon that is not made of stone. Secondly, to never spill blood out of violence, yet he spilled my blood. And thirdly, to never harm a Khaleesi. Viserys did all three, during the celebration after Daenerys did the Stallion Heart Ceremony. I shudder at the thought of eating a raw horse's heart.
What happens was, Viserys got jealous of Daenerys being praised and the Dosh Khaleen prophecy. He tried to steal the dragon eggs too if Jorah hadn't stopped him. So, he drank until he got drunk and charged into the celebration hut waving his custom sword. He threatened Drogo to give him what he was owed since he traded Daenerys for a army. I tried to stop it, stepping between him and Dany, in which he pressed the sword against my chest. I tried to speak reason, yet he did not listen, only shoved me into the firepit. Fortunately, Jorah and Aggo pulled me out in time with minor scrapes.
Drogo had enough of it, telling Viserys he shall have is crown. As he put it, "You shall have a golden crown…that men shall tremble to behold."
And tremble he did, as Drogo had his men hold Viserys down while melting a belt and my wedding ring, before pouring it on the snake's head. For the first time, in Viserys's adult life did I see utter fear. Seeing him beg for Daenerys and me to stop it. And yet, we stood there watching our tormentor suffer the way we suffered.
You reap what you sow, I thought.
After the ordeal, Jorah managed to convince Drogo to have Viserys body cremated outside of Vaes Dothraki. Drogo reluctantly did so, although they took the custom sword and gave it to another Khal. Currently, Viserys's remains are kept in an urn. At the same time, I hold in possession of our family's Valyrian sword, and the ring. I plan on giving the ring either to Rhaego when he comes of age or pass it on to my son. Currently, Rhaego is the rightful heir to the Iron Throne, unless of course, I marry and have a son of my own. Daenerys doesn't seem to mind. Yes, she liked the thought of Rhaego being King of the Iron Throne, but as Drogo puts it, "A King does not need a chair to sit upon. He only needs a horse."
Once Viserys' ordeal was done, I've been having these strange dreams. I've been dreaming about my ancestor Visenya Targaryen. In the dreams, I am at the shores of Dragonstone rolling a single string from the ocean that holds my fate. Vhagar was there perched as she watched us. If not Visenya sharing her story and guidance. On occasion, she also teaches me how to fight and reminds me to keep practicing when I wake.
Which I have done, with Ser Jorah. The Exiled Knight has been teaching me how to use a sword, dagger, and defensive fighting. Of course, we do it outside of Vaes Dothrak or a mile away from the Khalasar, since it is inappropriate for a woman to fight. Still, after ten years of Viserys's abuse, I want to protect myself more than ever. Ser Jorah has been an excellent teacher and a dear friend.
When I am not with Daenerys or training, I am spending it in good company with Ser Jorah. Listening to his adventures and stories about Bear Island. I genuinely want to go there and see Bear Island. Especially a bear. Ser Jorah chuckled promising when the time comes, he will.
If the time comes.
There was a meeting with Drogo about his promise. Daenerys was his wife, and she has given birth to his first-born son. It was a serious conversation, in which Ser Jorah and I had with the Great Khal. Drogo said, in time, he will lend his men to me when the omen arrives, or the Great Stallion shows a sign. Although, a part of me believes that will be decades away.
And for some reason, I don't care. Yes, I was born in Westeros. Daenerys and I are the daughters of Queen Rhaella and King Aerys II, also known as the Mad King. However, the Red Keep, King's Landing, Westeros doesn't feel like home. After learning what my father was, the smear he left on our family name…it doesn't seem like it is worth it. Home to me, was in Braavos, from the House with the Red Door. The five years in my life did I ever feel safe and loved. The Iron Throne was not worth it. Is it our ancestral property. But so much blood has been spilt that ruling the Seven Kingdoms doesn't hold the same temptations as before.
Of course, I have a plan ready with Ser Jorah if Drogo ever passes away. A plan to get Daenerys and Rhaego out, before the boy is taken away to be trained or murder and Daenerys being forced to join the Dosh Khaleen. In which, we will sell one of the dragon eggs, and find a home in Pentos or Braavos. Survival is the only thing that matters.
"Moon celebration is coming soon," Irri announced.
"I've heard about it," Doreah said, joining the folding circle.
"What is the moon celebration?" Daenerys asked as she sat down, still holding Rhaego.
Irri smiled, "Remember the story I told you of Moon Goddess, wife on Sun?"
Daenerys and I nodded.
"We honor her in the valley of a lake," Irri continued. "Remembering her time of loneliness until the Sun came into her life."
"So, it is a celebration for women?" I asked, sitting down as well.
Irri and Jhiqui giggled, blush dusting their cheeks. The translator continued, "Not…quite. It is for…unmarried women to feel…passion."
"To feel passion?" I asked, still confused.
Irri giggled more, "Unmarried women show themselves to the Khalasar under the Moon Goddess light, blessing them. After the celebration and feast, the," she giggled. "The hunt. In which women run to be… pleasured."
"You're saying they run through the valley in which leads to a climax in frenzy of orgiastic carnality?"" Doreah asked, intrigued.
Irri giggled as she nodded, "All unmarried must partake. All Dothraki and slave. It is fun."
I felt a tightness in my stomach. I am currently a widow; therefore, I am single without a husband. Thanks to my efforts in saving Daenerys while pregnant against Viserys, Drogo has put me under his protection in which no man can touch me without my consent. However, Drogo is also a man of tradition. I don't know how I feel about this. The last time I was intimate, I was raped. So, to be chased in a valley and required to have sex.
"It is Moon Goddess blessing," Jhiqui said. "Women drink special tea to have control."
"As in?" Doreah asked.
"Prevent baby, if not desire," Jhiqui explained.
Yes, the Dothraki have a special tea for not having a baby. Only the herbs are rare and grow during a short period of a season. So, it is a risk woman takes. In one of the markets, I found a Lys merchant and bought a few elixirs. I guess I will be taking them now.
"Can a woman refuse?" I asked.
"Refuse man no, control man…yes." Jhiqui said.
"You're implying that the woman dominates?" Daenerys asked.
Both Dothraki handmaidens nodded.
"Man does not want to displease Moon Goddess and be infertile if he harms maiden," Irri answered.
I nodded still, not sure about it. I have a few months of mourning left.
"I wonder if Ser Jorah will join?" Doreah hummed. "He's quite strong and masculine."
Irri and Jhiqui giggled, no doubt thinking about Ser Jorah. I scowled slightly at them for having an interest in my friend. He has already been through enough, his first wife passed away from a terrible miscarriage. His second wife Lynesse broke his heart and was his downfall. However, he is no longer a married man. Several months ago, back in Vaes Dothrak, a messenger from Lys presented him an annulment document. Apparently, Lynesse managed to get the merchant prince Tregar Ormollen to get her the annulment from a Sept of the Seven to break this marriage. Now she is married since Ormollen's wife mysteriously passed away.
Ser Jorah had mixed emotions after getting the letter.
"It is his choice," I managed to say.
"I still would like to know how a Westerosi Knight makes love," Doreah murmured. "Irri, Jhiqui, is there anyone you are interested in?"
"Rakharo," Irri whispered.
She and Rakharo have been courting the past several months. There have been a few occasions I've spotted them having sex. None of them care if they were being watched. As if it was part of the Dothraki culture.
Jhiqui shrugged, being indifferent.
Daenerys chuckled at her handmaidens, seeing them excited for the upcoming festival. She stopped seeing me and frown slightly. She rested her hand on my knee.
"It's alright, Aly, I'm sure Drogo can make an exception for you," she tried to reassure.
"No, all must take," Irri said. "Not even the Khals sister or daughter can leave."
"Fuck," I groaned, covering my face.
All of the handmaidens giggled.
The cultural difference is ever-present. I grew up where the value of sex was meant to be kept between spouses. Never shown to the public. And yet, to the Dothraki sex is nothing more than sport. A pleasurable escape. Out of all my sexual experiences, the only time I felt bliss was when Viserys drugged me. Otherwise, I never had pure sexual ecstasy. Not even when I attempted to pleasure myself.
I need to figure out a way to escape this festival without being disrespectful.
Seven hells, I bitterly groan.
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Daenerys and Drogo's POV
Daenerys smiled as she tucked in Rhaego in his small bassinet. She knew she has a few hours of sleep before his next feeding. Usually, Drogo would get out of bed to pick up their son and bring him over. If it was to be clean, one of the handmaidens who waited outside would take him to change his cloth. Once Rhaego was secured, Daenerys turned around, seeing Drogo undressing.
She watched her husband, seeing his muscles contort and flex under the candlelight. Their marriage had started off difficult due to the language barrier and different customs. Basically, Drogo forcing her into sex. But once she learned the language, the communication between them improved. Daenerys won't lie, Drogo has a high sexual appetite. But since giving birth to Rhaego, they haven't had carnal affairs. It was custom for the woman to heal for a year before being sexually active. Unless, of course, she initiates it. Giving birth to Rhaego left a tear, so her healing is taking longer than she anticipated. From Doreah's lessons, she found other ways to please her husband.
"My girls told me the Moon Festival is coming soon," She softly said in Dothraki.
Drogo turned around and nodded, "You do not join."
"Do you?" She asked.
Drogo came over, wrapping his massive arms around her, "No."
Daenerys smiled softly as she reached up to caress his bearded cheek, "Good."
Drogo gave a slight quirk of a smile before leaning down and pressing his lips at the top of her head. Daenerys has been showing him the art of kissing. How kissing holds different meanings.
"My sister does not want to join," she said.
Drogo's eyes widen as if this was shocking. It was the only time women have more power than men. Why would she have refused? She was not married. A widow, yes, but still not married. Almost a year, Drogo has been asked by many Khals and Kos to be the Dragon Princess husband. He has refused them. Drogo respects Alysanne, calling her his sister. She has protected his Khaleesi from the Khal Rhae Mhar (the Sorefoot King/Viserys), helped in delivering Rhaego, and the other needs Daenerys had since her pregnancy. It must be a difference in culture. Westerosi are strange as he remembered Jorah the Andal talking about Westerosi views on intimacy.
"She must," he said.
"By any chance, can she not?" she asked.
"No," Drogo answered as he let go and sat down on the fur bed.
Daenerys pouted; she does not want her sister to be forced into sex again. She hadn't forgotten when she was ten; she cowardly watched that fateful moment when Viserys, a brother, turned into a monster. It was after Alysanne sold their mother's crown. They needed money, they weren't making enough since Viserys refused to work and Alysanne tried to find odd jobs that allow women to work and hold onto their morality. When Alysanne said they need to work on survival, marrying other people, that woke the Dragon, in which Viserys raped Alysanne. Daenerys could never forget the cries of pain. The blood staining the bedsheet and the aftermath. And all the other times, he forced Alysanne to marry and the years of tears until they were all dried up. Daenerys could also never forget during their travel to Vaes Dothrak, after the incident in the bamboo forest. The last time Viserys raped Alysanne. One Daenerys felt she was to be blamed. All because she told the Khalasar to stop so the slaves could rest.
"Is there someone she likes?" Drogo finally asked after a moment of silence.
"What do you mean?" she replied.
"I can't stop tradition, but I can make certain men go to her," He explained.
Daenerys paused, trying to think about it. Alysanne barely talks to a lot of men, other than Drogo's bloodriders, and her khas. Since Rakharo is courting Irri, that shortens the list. Qotho, is out of the question. There was this sort of a tolerant relationship when passing messages between Khaleesi and Khal. Cohollo and Haggo maybe, along with Aggo. Kovarro perhaps, but Daenerys thinks her sister needs a man, not a young man to please her. Then another candidate came to mind. Ser Jorah! Those two were inseparable when outside the hut. Yes, Ser Jorah was Alysanne's advisor. Still, the Exiled Knight has more than friendly feelings towards the Dragon Princess.
"Jorah," Daenerys considered.
Drogo smirked, "Jorah the Andal stares at her like a prized horse. Gazes at her when no one is looking."
Daenerys giggled in agreement as she sat on her husband's lap, "It is known."
Daenerys always thought of Ser Jorah as a friend and father figure. He has advised her when joining the Khalasar, translating things when Irri is not around. Also giving her guidance that seemed like a father would give. Some would say it would be strange to compare a man to be a father figure and have that person court their sister. However, Alysanne has been a sister-mother to her since she was five years old. Yet, Jorah and Alysanne make a good match. Especially now that they are both single.
"I will see what I can do," Drogo said, rubbing his Khaleesi's back.
Daenerys hummed, enjoying the slight massage. Out of all the Dothraki in Drogo's Khalasar, none can protect Alysanne from her fear of intimacy. Ser Jorah would never pressure Alysanne or rape her either. The Exiled Knight could protect Alysanne, maybe 'capture' her and take her somewhere safe, away from lustful men for the rest of the night. If it leads to sex or not, Daenerys would be happy Alysanne is with someone she trusts.
Although she wishes, Alysanne could accept her feelings for Ser Jorah.
"Moon of my life," Drogo murmured as his hands massage her thighs.
"My Sun and Star, I am not ready," Daenerys sighed.
Drogo nodded, understanding women take time to heal after giving birth. His Khaleesi can have a year if need be. Daenerys still wanting to please him, gently pushed him down on the makeshift bed, and began kissing his chest. The Great Khal smirked, ready for what is to come.
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