*Italics = Dothraki*

The following morning, Khal Drogo and Rhaesa come back to the mansion. While the Khal looked incredibly pleased with himself, Rhaesa looked slightly the worse for wear. Drogo helped Rhaesa off the mare; she winced when he set her down. Daenerys and Doreah rush out the door and take Rhaesa by the hands, leading her straight into the house right into a hot bath. Drogo frowned, perhaps he was a bit too rough with his wife for her first time.

Inside the bath chamber, Daenerys and Doreah help Rhaesa into the scalding hot water. Rhaesa sighs as she sits down in the water. Dany gives her sister a worried look, "Sister, are you alright?"

Rhaesa smiles warmly at her baby sister, "Yes, the Khal was a little rough with me, that's all. No more than I expected, I suppose."

"Do not worry, Khaleesi; things will get better with time," Doreah tells her mistress.

Rhaesa looks at Doreah, "You think so?"

"I know so, my lady. Before your brother bought me for you and your sister, I worked in the pleasure houses. Things will certainly get better for you and the Khal if you let me teach you, my lady."

Rhaesa looks at Dany, who is blushing fiercely at where this conversation has gone. Rhaesa nods, "Alright, teach me how to pleasure the Khal. But not now, not while we're still here."

Doreah nods and leaves the sisters alone. They sit in silence for a while only with the sound of Dany brushing Rhae's hair until finally, Dany speaks.

"Was it like the way Father was with Mother?"

Rhaesa turns and looks at her sister, "How do you know about that?"

"Viserys told me. He told me that Father raped mother all the time. Especially after he burned someone."

"That little shit. No, Dany, what Father did to Mother was vile and violent. He took more pleasure in hurting her than the actual act. Khal Drogo was rough, but he didn't hurt me on purpose. He wasn't enjoying my pain."

"Will it be that way for me as well?" Dany asked.

"Not if I can help it. You will marry for love. Not for an army."

"But Viserys told me last night-"

"I don't care what Viserys told you. He is never going to use you as a bargaining chip again."

"But if he is to be king-"

Rhaesa takes her sister by the hands, "Dany, Viserys will never be king. He doesn't have the heart for it."

"But he's the last dragon."

"Rhaegar was the last dragon, and Viserys is nothing like Rhaegar."

"Then what will happen to us?"

"For now, we live our lives with the Dothraki. I will be their Khaleesi, and you will be by my side."

"And Viserys?"

Rhaesa chuckled, "Let Viserys have his dreams of becoming a king. He'll soon discover that they were no more than dreams."

"And the Seven Kingdoms?"

"We'll leave them to their fate for now. Let the Usurper do what he will, and when the realm sees him turn everything to ash, that's when the dragon will rise."

Daenerys nods.

"Good, now help me out of the bath, we need to break our fast soon. I'm sure the Khal will want to leave soon."

Once Rhae is dressed in a dress, but with trousers underneath, Doreah comes back in the room with her and Dany's breakfast. They eat quickly and head outside with the rest of the Dothraki. As soon as they walk out, Ser Barristan and Ser Jorah fall in step with them.

"Are you alright, Khaleesi," Ser Barristan asks, "He wasn't-"

"Like my father? No, Ser Barristan, he wasn't. Thank you for your concern."

"Always, Your Grace."

As Rhaesa and the others make their way through the Dothraki camp, she is suddenly stopped by two women. They bow and address Rhaesa, "I am Irri, and this is Jhiqui. We are a gift from Khal Drogo, Khaleesi."

Rhaesa looks at them, surprised, "Do you both know the Common Tongue?"

"Yes, Khaleesi," Jhiqui says.

"Good, perhaps you can teach my sister and me to speak Dothraki."

"It would be an honor, Khaleesi."

At that moment, Khal Drogo calls for the khalasar to move out. Rhaesa and Daenerys mount their horses along with Ser Barristan and Ser Jorah and follow the khalasar out of Pentos towards the Dothraki Sea.

They travel for days on end, stopping every night to set up camp. All-day, Khal Drogo rides with his blood riders, and every night, he mounts Rhaesa. Her pain has finally stopped now. Its only discomfort. When Drogo finishes with a grunt, he rolls over, bringing Rhaesa with him and falls asleep. Rhaesa lies there waiting for Drogo to roll over so that she can get up and clean herself.

Finally, Drogo lets her go and rolls over, Rhaesa carefully gets up, grabs a cloth, dips it in some water and cleans herself. When she has finished washing, Rhaesa throws the material into the fire. Walking towards her dragon eggs that are surrounded by candles, she picks one up and holds it close.

Rhaesa sighs, 'This can't go on.' She looks back at Drogo, 'I don't want to be his bed warmer and his broodmare. I want this marriage to mean more, I want to love him and for him to love me.'

Rhaesa remembers when she was Kagome that she, Ayumi, Yuka, and Eri were curious about sex and had watched porn online. It had been an embarrassing experience, but she had learned one thing. There were other ways to please men. Tomorrow Rhaesa would ask Doreah to teach her exactly how to pleasure the Khal.

The next day, the Khal announces they will remain there for a few days rest and to gather supplies. The Khal and some of his men go hunting, giving Rhaesa a reprieve from him for a while though she does use her time wisely.

"Doreah, teach me how to pleasure the Khal."

"It would be my honor, Khaleesi."

Rhaesa lies on her back while Doreah sits on top of her, "No, Khaleesi. You must look in his eyes always. Love comes in at the eyes. It is said that Irogenia of Lys could finish a man with nothing but her eyes."

Rhaesa blushes at her words. Slowly Doreah starts to grind her hips against Rhaesa's.

"Kings traveled across the world for a night with Irogenia. Magisters sold their palaces. Khals burned her enemies just to have her for a few hours. They say a thousand men proposed to her, and she refused them all."

"Well, she sounds like an interesting woman. I don't think that Drogo will like it with me on top."

Doreah takes Rhaesa's hands, "You will make him like it, Khaleesi. Men want what they've never had. And the Dothraki take slaves like a hound takes a bitch. Are you a slave, Khaleesi? Then don't make love like a slave."

Suddenly, Rhaesa rolls them over, "Very good, Khaleesi. Out there, he is the mighty Khal, but in this tent, he belongs to you."

Rhaesa smirks finally understanding; she begins to grind against Doreah, proving that she is a fast learner, "What else can you teach me?"

"You can also pleasure him with your mouth…"

Feeling exceptionally good about herself and now with a plan, Rhaesa approaches Ser Barristan later that afternoon, "Ser Barristan, I think it's time to continue our lessons."

"Lessons what lessons, what is she talking about, Ser Barristan?" Viserys asks.

Ser Barristan smiles, and completely ignores Viserys, "I thought you might feel that way, Your Grace," He walks over towards his saddle and removes an extra sword.

Dany smiles, "You know how to use a sword?"

Rhaesa smiles back, "Since I was five, Ser Barristan and Ser Lewyn Martell were teaching me."

Ser Jorah looks on curiously as Ser Barristan hands Rhaesa the sword. Rakharo steps in front of his Khaleesi, blocking Ser Barristan.

"Jin Khaleesi tat vo zigereo tat tiholat hash tat use jin vov."

"He says that The Khaleesi does not need to know how to use a weapon." Jorah translate.

"You may not think so, but The Khaleesi can still die upon one. Wouldn't it be better that she learns how to use one just in case?" Ser Barristan asks.

Jorah translates Ser Barristan's words

Rakharo thinks for a moment, then steps aside. Rhaesa smiles at Rakharo. She turns to face Ser Barristan, "Shall we start slow, Khaleesi," Ser Barristan asks.

"I think we better, it's been a long time since I've picked up a sword."

"Alright, on guard."

Rhaesa gets into her defensive position, and Ser Barristan brings down his sword slowly so that Rhaesa has time to block. They go through the motions of a duel for several minutes.

Ser Barristan smiles, "Very good, Khaleesi, it seems you haven't forgotten everything."

"Muscle memory, I suppose."

A crowd has gathered, but Rhaesa and Ser Barristan don't pay them any attention. Ser Barristan continues to work Rhaesa through her movements, slowly increasing his speed. Rhaesa keeps up with him very well.

By this time, Khal Drogo and the others have returned. They notice that a crowd has gathered, and Drogo makes his way towards the front of the mob to see what is going on. Drogo's eyes widen when he sees Ser Barristan fighting with his wife. The Khal makes his way towards the pair, but Rakharo stops him.

*Wait, My Khal, he is not trying to hurt the Khaleesi. Barristan is training her.*

*Why? My Khaleesi doesn't need to learn how to defend herself. I will protect her.*

*Jorah said that the knight has been training her since she was a child in case she ever needed to protect herself. She's been doing well and learns quickly.* Rakharo tells his Khal.

Drogo grunts but decides to let this continue. He watches as Rhaesa fights Ser Barristan with a determined look on her face. Sweat running down her face, her hair in disarray. Drogo thinks she's never looked lovelier. It surprises him that he finds her fighting skills arousing.

Eventually, Ser Barristan lets Rhaesa win as he used to when she was a child. The crowd cheers, but Rhaesa knows better; she smiles at him when she has her sword pointed at his heart, "You let me win."

"You needed to make a good impression on your husband, Khaleesi," Ser Barristan says as he nods towards Khal Drogo.

Rhaesa whirls around and stares at her husband. Drogo crosses his arms and stares back at her; he sighs, "Fin eshna vov tat yer tiholat?"

"Khal Drogo wants to know what other weapon do you know?" Jorah translates.

Rhaesa smiles, "Jin kohol." (The bow.)

Drogo smirks, He calls for one of his Bloodriders to bring him a bow and to set up a target. Drogo steps forward and hands Rhaesa the bow; he runs his finger down her arm before he steps away, causing Rhaesa to shiver.

Rakharo hands Rhaesa several arrows, and Rhaesa knocks her first arrow. She aims and shoots hitting the mark, the mob cheers. Drogo stares at the target; his eyes widen when another arrow goes whizzing by and splits the first one down the middle. Then another arrow hit, and Rhaesa shoots her last arrow splitting the previous one down the center as well.

Ser Barristan looks on proudly; he leans in towards, Jorah, "She's always been better with a bow than with a sword."

Rhaesa turns towards Drogo beaming at him. Without a word, Drogo sweeps Rhaesa up into his arms and strides off towards their tent. Ser Barristan almost follows, thinking the worst, but Jorah stops him, "He won't hurt her."

Daenerys watches her sister and the Khal leave; she turns towards Ser Barristan, "I want to learn as well."

"You can't learn, Dany," Viserys says, "I forbid it."

Jorah ignores, Viserys, "If you want to learn, Princess, then I will teach you."

Dany smiles at him, "Thank you."