*ITALICS = DOTHRAKI*
**BOLD = DRAGONS TALKING**
It took the Khalaser five months, but they finally reached Vaes Dothrak. Within that period, Jorah had earned back enough trust to no longer ride at the end but next to Rhaesa and Dany along with Ser Barristan. As they passed under the statues of two stallions battling, Jorah pointed out the city.
"Vaes Dothrak, city of the horse lords."
"A pile of mud. Mud and shit and twigs - best these savages can do."
Rhaesa glared at her brother, "Viserys, these are my people now, I will not allow you to call them savages."
"I'll call them what I like because they're my people. This is my army. Khal Drogo is marching the wrong way with my army."
Rhaesa rolled her eyes at the stupidity her brother was spewing. She urged her horse forward to get away from him, Ser Barristan, and the others following her example.
When the Khalaser arrived, The other Khals greeted Drogo and his Bloodriders. While Drogo spoke with the other Khals, The others went to set up camp. Rhaesa was informed that later that evening, there would be a ritual in which she would have to eat a horse's heart raw. Rhaesa wasn't all that worried. She can clearly remember that in her former life as Kagome eating some pretty savoring things before, so this shouldn't be any different.
Once her tent was set up, and she had her bath, Rhaesa went over to her eggs, "How are my children this evening?"
**Fine, Mother, have we stopped moving?** Balerion asked.
"How do you know we were moving?"
There was a little laugh from Meraxes, **We can tell, Mother, our warmth was gone, and we were jostled for a long time.**
"I'm sorry about that, but you're right; we were moving. Your father has been taking us home, and it has been a long ride."
**Are we home now, Mother,** Drogon asked.
"Yes, we are, I expect we won't be leaving for quite some time."
**Good, the moving around is hard on us.** Balerion informed her.
"I'm so sorry, little ones."
**That's alright, Mother, we understand,** Drogon tells his mother, sending a wave of serenity trying to comfort his mother.
Rhaesa smiles, "Thank you, little ones, for understanding."
After having her conversation with her children, Rhaesa put them on the coals then got dressed. A few moments later, Daenerys comes into the tent with a smile on her face.
Rhaesa had a pretty good idea why Daenerys was so happy, "You talked to your children?"
"Yes, the girls are the sweetest little things. They told me that they could not wait to see me and asked me if we have stopped moving."
"The boys asked me the same thing."
"It's amazing how they can tell what's going on around them," Daenerys tells her sister.
"Yes, it is, I think that's due to the fact they are tapping into our emotions."
"You could be right. Are you nervous about tonight?"
"Not really, well, maybe a little. But I will eat the entire heart; I'm not going to shame my husband."
"I know you'll succeed, sister. You succeed at everything you put your mind to."
"Thank you, sister, for your confidence in me."
Later that night, the ceremony began standing on a platform in front of Drogo, a heart is held. The Dothraki chant as Rhaesa sinks her teeth in it, bites a chunk out, and chews it.
Standing among the Dothraki, Viserys, Daenerys, Jorah and Ser Barristan look on. "She has to eat the whole heart? I hope it wasn't my horse."
Dany looks at her brother and rolls her eyes, idiot.
Rhaesa is standing on the platform, back straight, looking straight into Drogo's eyes as she continues to eat the heart without hesitation while a priestess sings in Dothraki waving her arms.
"She's doing well," Jorah says.
"Of course she is, Rhae will not fail," Dany tells him. Ser Barristan nods.
Drogo nods, as Rhaesa rips another bite of the heart.
"She'll never keep it down, tell me what they're saying."
"The prince is riding. I have heard the thunder of his hooves. Swift as the wind he rides. His enemies will cower before him... And their wives will weep tears of blood. She's going to have a boy."
"He won't be a real Targaryen. He won't be a true dragon."
Dany smirks if Viserys only knew.
Rhaesa eats the last of the heart then wipes the blood from her mouth with the back of her hand, never taking her eyes off of her husband. Drogo smiles at her.
Jorah continues to translate, "The stallion who mounts the world. The stallion is the Khal of Khals. He shall unite the people into a single Khalasar. All the people of the world will be his herd."
*A Prince rides inside me! And he shall be called Rhaego.*
The Khalasar chants, "Rhaego! Rhaego! Rhaego! Rhaego!
Viserys looks on, "They love her."
Drogo walks to Rhaesa and lifts her, his arms wrapped around her waist, and carries her around the platform. The crowd moves forward, encircling Rhaesa. "Rhaego! Rhaego! Rhaego! Rhaego, the khalasar chants as the priestess screams.
"She truly is a queen today," Ser Barristan says with pride in his eyes.
After the ceremony is over, the celebration begins. Viserys sneaks out and goes into Rhaesa's tent with the intent of stealing the eggs. As he's about to pick them up, the eggs scream for their mother.
**Mother help us!**
Rhaesa stiffens next to Drogo; she looks at Ser Barristan, "Ser Barristan, the eggs," Rhaesa whisper.
Ser Barristan nods and rushes out of the tent, Jorah follows him, "What's going on, Ser Barristan," Jorah asks.
"The eggs are in danger," Ser Barristan tells him.
Jorah gives him an odd look, how does he know that?
They arrive in Rhaesa's tent just as Viserys is making his way out.
"I'm afraid I cannot let you leave with those eggs, Your Grace," Ser Barristan tells him.
Viserys laughs, he draws his sword, "And how do you plan on stopping me, Barristan, you're unarmed."
By this time, Jorah has snuck in behind Viserys. He knocks the sword out of his hand while Ser Barristan punches Viserys in the face. Viserys crumples to the ground, Jorah pulls out a length of rope and ties Viserys' hands behind him. Ser Barristan takes the eggs out of the bag. Viserys had wrapped each egg. Ser Barristan unwraps them then puts the eggs back on the coals, careful not to burn himself.
After that, Ser Barristan and Jorah drag Viserys back to the tent where the celebration is going on. They enter the tent and toss Viserys at Khal Drogo, and Rhaesa's feet Drogo looks at the two men surprised.
*What is the meaning of this?*
*We caught Viserys trying to steal the Khaleesi's eggs, Great Khal.** Jorah explains.
Drogo nods, *He must be punished for his crime, take him from the city and cut off his hands.*
Rhaesa and Daenerys look at each other. Viserys may be an asshole, but he was still their brother. Rhaesa turns to her husband and takes his hand, *Please don't, Viserys may be a thief, but he's still my brother, is there another way?*
Drogo looks at his wife and sighs. He looks at Rakharo, *Take him from the city and beat him until he begs for mercy. That shouldn't take long he is a coward.*
Rakharo nods, and he gets up, with the help of Jorah they drag Viserys out of the tent. Rhaesa squeezes Drogo's hand, "Thank you."
Drogo nods, he understands that those words mean gratitude in the Common Tongue. Now that the whole ordeal with Viserys was settled, the celebration continues well into the night. After a while, Drogo pulls Rhaesa into his lap. He wraps his arms around her middle and caresses her belly. Soon Drogo feels Rhaesa slump against him; he looks down and notices that she has fallen asleep. Drogo picks her up and carries Rhaesa back to their tent. Drogo lays Rhaesa down on the furs then undresses her. He undresses and lays down behind her, pulling her close.
The next day, Rhaesa and Daenerys go and visit Viserys in his tent. He's lying down, cut, and bruised from head to toe. Opening his eyes, Viserys glares at his sister, "What do you want, Dothraki whore."
Rhaesa doesn't react, "We came to see how you were doing."
"How does it look like I'm doing? I can't believe you let them beat me!"
"It was either that or lost your hands, Viserys, which would you have preferred?"
"I am a king!"
"Not here. Here you are only a thief and a petulant child. Now, if you continue to act this way, I'll keep you bound and have you gagged."
"You wouldn't dare."
"Try me. I don't want to hurt you, Viserys, but endanger me, Dany, my people, and especially my child, then we are no longer siblings."
With that, Rhaesa and Dany walked out of the tent. Later on that day, Rhaesa Dany and their guards visit a local market. Rhaesa smiles at all the seeing all the merchants selling different foods and goods. Dany is talking with Jorah, who excuses himself to see if there are any letters for him.
As he walks away, one of Varys' little birds tries to get Jorah's attention, "Psst, Jorah the Andal. The spider sends his greetings and his congratulations. A royal pardon. You can go home now."
He hands Jorah a roll of parchment, Jorah breaks the seal and reads it. He nods and walks away. When he returns to Rhaesa and the others, he asks to speak to Rhaesa alone, "Khaleesi, I have received a pardon from King Robert," Jorah tells her then shows her the letter.
Rhaesa nods, "What do you plan to do?"
"I have already pledged myself to you, Khaleesi, I will stay here. But I must continue to send the spider reports."
"I thought as much. Continue to send your reports, but send them false information."
Jorah bows and leaves to look to see if there are letters for him.
While he's gone, Rhaesa and the others wander around the market. They come across a wine merchant, "Virzetha gizikhven! Mra qora! Mra qora! Sweet reds! I have sweet reds from Lys, Volantis, and the Arbor! Tyrosh pear brandy! Andalish sours! I have them! I have them!"
Rhaesa approaches the merchant, "A taste for the Khaleesi? I have a sweet red from Dorne, my lady. One taste, and you'll name your first child after me."
"My son already has a name, and I appreciate the offer, but no, thank you," Rhaesa tells him.
The merchant smiles, "My Lady, you are from Westeros."
"You have the honor of addressing Rhaesa of the House Targaryen. Khaleesi of the riding men and princess of the Seven Kingdoms," Doreah tells him.
The merchant bow, "Rise," Rhaesa tells him.
"You honor my humble stand, Princess, but please, I must insist that you try the wine. But not any wine, I have a dry red from the Arbor. Nectar of the Gods. Let me give you a cask. Uh... a gift."
Daenerys looks at her sister excited, but Rhaesa watches the merchant, he seems to be a little nervous. She looks at Ser Barristan, who is also eyeing the man critically. Rhaesa smirks, if the wine is poisoned, she knew nothing would happen to her, but she wasn't too sure about the baby. So, she did the next best thing.
"Thank you for the cast of wine. Why don't we open it now and have a drink?"
The merchant's smile faltered for a moment. Then his eyes darted from Rhaesa to Ser Barristan then to Rakharo, "Thank you, Princess, but I couldn't possibly drink any of this wine, I am not worthy of drinking with royalty."
Rhaesa smiled, "I insist."
The merchant opened the cast then poured himself a drink, he brought the cup to his lips, suddenly he threw the cup and ran. Jorah and Rakharo ran after him, while Ser Barristan stayed with Rhaesa and Daenerys. The merchant was getting away until Rakharo caught the merchant with his whip. Jorah then tied the merchant and led him back to Vaes Dothrak.