*ITALICS = DOTHRAKI*
**BOLD = DRAGONS TALKING.**
Once the merchant has been caught, they all return to Vaes Dothrak, where the merchant will be punished for his crime against Rhaesa. Rakharo takes the merchant into a tent and beats him then ties him to the tent pole. When the man is almost unconscious, Ser Barristan asks him who sent him to assassinate Rhaesa. The merchant confirms their suspicion, King Robert Baratheon.
Rhaesa, Ser Barristan, and Jorah walk away from the prisoner, "What will they do to him," Rhaesa asks.
"When the Khalasar rides, he'll be leashed to a saddle, forced to run behind the horses for as long as he can," Jorah explains.
"And if he falls?"
"I saw a man last nine miles once."
"King Robert still wants us dead."
"This poisoner was the first. He won't be the last."
"I thought he would leave us alone since we have not attempted to go back to Westeros."
"He will never leave you alone. If you ride to darkest Asshai, his assassins will follow you. If you sailed to the Basilisk Isles, his spies would tell him. He will never abandon the hunt. You're a Targaryen. Your son will have Targaryen blood with 40,000 riders behind him," Ser Barristan tells Rhaesa.
Rhaesa narrows her eyes, "He will not have my son."
"He will not have any of you, Khaleesi," Ser Barristan tells her.
Khal Drogo enters the tent with a couple of his men. After staring at the scared merchant, he walks towards Rhaesa.
*Moon of my life. Are you hurt?*
*No, my Warrior Love, the baby and I are just fine.*
Drogo kisses Rhaesa's forehead then turns to his Bloodriders, *We ride from Vaes Dothrak, and we will drag this filth with us. Once, he collapses, I want him dismembered,* Drogo then turns to Jorah, *After that, I wish to have the assassin's parts sent back to the king.* Drogo says with a smirk.
Jorah bow, *As you wish.*
Qotho unties the merchant from the pole and begins dragging him out of the tent. He starts screaming and begging for his life as the merchant is stripped down and tied to the back of Drogo's horse. Jorah mounts his horse and follows Khal Drogo and his Bloodriders as they leave Vaes Dothrak dragging the whimpering merchant behind them.
When the merchant finally falls several miles away from Vaes Dothrak, Drogo has his arms and legs tied to four horses. They slowly start pulling in opposite directions. The man is screaming in agony as his limbs are stretched to their limit. There is a sudden sound of his joints being pulled out of their socket. Drogo smiles as the merchant gives a high pitch scream. At a nod from Drogo, the Bloodriders urge their horses into a gallop and rip off the merchant's limps.
Unfortunately, the merchant did not die right away. So, to add to his suffering, Drogo emasculated him then had Jorah remove the merchant's head. When they were finished, the limbs, head, and manhood were gathered, wrapped in a sack, then put in a box. Jorah then left with the table for the nearest merchant ship heading for Kings Landing.
It took a week for the package to arrive in Kings Landing. The merchant captain was told to give the box to one of the kingsguard so that he could take it to King Robert. He was said to say to them it was a gift from Essos. The merchant captain had one of his sailors take the box to one of the gold cloaks, who then handed it off to Ser Boros Blount.
The box was brought into the king's court, where it was placed in front of King Robert, who is sitting with the small council, "What is this," Robert bellowed.
"A gift from Essos, your Grace," Ser Boros tells him.
Robert gets this devious look on his face; he's hoping that the assassin has sent him Rhaesa's head. Eagerly, Robert gives the command to open the box; they all gag at the rotting smell that comes from the box. Robert gets up and makes his way towards the box, followed by Ned Stark. Robert reaches in and pulls out the bloody sack and empties its contents on the floor. Everyone gasps as the limbs, head, and manhood of Robert's assassin fall onto the floor with a sickening splat.
King Robert stared wide, eyed at the body part. Ned looks at the bag and sees there's a blood-splattered note attached to it. He takes the letter and reads it out loud, "Compliments of Khal Drogo and Khaleesi Rhaesa Targaryen."
Robert turns around and snatches the letter from Ned. He reads the letter then turns red with anger, "I want that whore and that bastard dead!" Robert bellows then walked out of the room. Ned orders the mess cleaned up and followed Robert out the door. Later that night, Robert tells Varys to get in contact with the Faceless Men and put a contract out on Rhaesa Targaryen.
Varys bows, "Yes, Your Grace."
It didn't take long for Varys to send a raven to Braavos to the Faceless Men contracting them to assassinate Khal Drogo and the Targaryens. Jaqen H'ghar was sent out to Vaes Dothrak to get rid of the Targaryens. He was to kill Rhaesa Targaryen first. So when the opportunity presented itself, Jaqen H'ghar moved in for the kill.
For a few days now, Rhaesa had the feeling that something was off. She had felt a dark presence inside Vaes Dothrak but couldn't quite place it, but Rhaesa did notice that it was following her. Experience from her past life had taught her that whatever it did not bode well for her or her child. Rhaesa decided that it was time to confront it. One evening while Drogo was in council with the other Khals, Rhaesa snuck out of their tent and made her way into the darkness. Rhaesa flared her aura, and just as she had suspected, the dark presence was following her.
Jaqen crept closer to Rhaesa when suddenly he felt her aura. He could feel the light and purity of her power, but what stopped Jaqen in his tracks was the fact that he felt two lives. Rhaesa's present and her past life. He stood there for a moment in shock when Rhaesa felt the assassin stop moving; she turned to face him.
"I'm assuming you were sent by the Usurper to kill me," Rhaesa said calmly.
Jaqen didn't say anything at first. He only stared at her for a moment, "A woman has been blessed by the Many-Faced God," Jaqen said to Rhaesa.
Rhaesa tilted her head, "The Many-Faced God?"
"Death. A man can see that the Many-Faced God has blessed a woman twice."
Rhaesa thought for a moment, "If you mean that I have died and been reincarnated two times, you're right."
Jaqen nods.
"But how do you know that?"
"A man can feel the presence of the Man-Faced God."
"So, what does this mean?"
"A man cannot destroy what has been blessed. A man must serve instead."
Rhaesa nods, "Tell me, what is your name?"
"A woman may call a man Jaqen H'ghar."
"And what exactly were you contracted to do?"
"To kill the Targaryens and the Khal."
"Well, since you are now serving me, I order you not to go through with your contract."
Jaqen bowed his head, "If that is what a woman wishes."
"Good. Now, I would have you return to where you came from, right now, I do not need your service. I would like for you to tell your guild about me so that they don't send more assassins. But if I ever need you, I will call upon you."
Jaqen nods and disappears into the night. Rhaesa heads back to her tent and slips back in unnoticed.
When Jaqen returns to the temple of the Many-Faced God, he informs the others of the blessings that have been bestowed upon Rhaesa Targaryen. They all agree that they can't fulfill this contract, a raven is sent back to Kings Landing informing them that they have refused to take the assignment.
Lord Varys makes his way towards King Robert's chambers to inform him of the raven he has just received. Jaime Lannister tells him that the King is indisposed at the moment.
"The king is in the middle of fucking a whore," Ser Jaime tells Varys, "Whatever you have to tell him will have to wait."
"I'm afraid this news can't wait, Ser Jaime. It's about the Targaryens."
Jaime sighs and knocks on the door, "What the fuck do you want Kingslayer," Robert growls out.
Ser Jaime grits his teeth, "Your Grace, Lord Varys is here with some news."
"Tell him I'm busy."
"Your Grace, it has to do with the Targaryens," Ser Jaime tells the king.
There's a long pause, after a while, the door opens, and the whore leaves Robert's chambers, "Send him in."
Lord Varys sweeps into the room and bows to King Robert, "What news do you have for me, Varys," Robert asks as he takes a drink of his wine.
"Your Grace, I have received a raven from the Faceless Men."
Robert leans forward in anticipation, "Have they killed the Targaryens and the savage?"
"No, Your Grace, they have sent a letter informing me that they are refusing to go through with the contract."
Robert roars and throws his goblet of wine, "Those bastards, do they say why?"
"No, Your Grace, no explanation is given. Perhaps it's time to give up?"
"Never! I will not rest until all of the dragon spawns are destroyed!"
Varys sighs, "There is one other option, we could contact the guild of the Sorrowful Men out of Qarth. They are not as skilled as the Faceless Men, but I'm sure the Sorrowful Men will not refuse," Lord Varys tells the king.
"Good, contact them immediately."
Varys bows, "As you wish, Your Grace."
Varys wrote the Sorrowful Men contracting them to kill Rhaesa and Daenerys Targaryen. He didn't bother with Khal Drogo or Viserys. He knew that Khal Drogo would never cross the Narrow Sea, and Viserys was too much of a coward to try anything without the Khal's assistance.
It took a month for the Sorrowful Men to get in contact with Lord Varys, informing him that they would take the job. They had told Varys that the guild had already dispatched someone to Vaes Dothrak.
When the assassin reaches Vaes Dothrak, he waited until Khal Drogo and his Bloodriders and left the city on a raid. Since Rhaesa was seven months pregnant, Drogo decided that she should stay. He didn't want to risk Rhaesa getting hurt or going into early labor.
The assassin waited until nightfall to strike. The killer knocked out Ser Barristan and dragged him away. Since Ser Barristan was not a target, there was no need to end his life. The assassin crept into the tent; he saw that Rhaesa was in the middle of taking out the dragon eggs from her satchel when he struck.
Covering Rhaesa's mouth, the assassin whispered in her ear, "I'm sorry," then stabbed twice, once in the heart and once in the belly.
The assassin carefully lays her on the ground and leaves the tent. A few moments later, Daenerys comes into the tent to ask her sister something. Dany gets this terrible feeling when she doesn't see Ser Barristan standing guard.
"Rhae, where's Ser Barristan," Dany asks when she walks into the tent.
Dany's eyes widen when she sees her sister lying on the ground, bleeding to death, "Rhae!" Dany screams and rushes towards her sister.
Dany places one hand on Rhaesa's belly wound and the other over her heart, trying to apply enough pressure to stop the bleeding. But Dany has pulled been off her sister, and her mouth is covered. The assassin hits Dany in the head with enough force to crack her skull.
"I'm sorry," The Sorrowful Man whispers then lays Dany down next to Rhaesa. He then sets the tent on fire and escaped.
The dragons that are in Rhaesa's satchel begin to panic; they can feel their mother's life draining away.
**Mother! Wake up, Mother,** They scream, trying to get Rhaesa to react, but they get no response.
As Rhaesa lays there dying, the tent is engulfed in flames. By this time, Drogo and the others are returning from their raid. They can see the fire and hear the screams of the people. A sense of dread enters Drogo's heart, and he kicks his horse into a gallop. Racing towards his tent, Drogo finds it engulfed in flames. He turns to Ser Barristan, who has stumbled towards the tent and Jorah. Grabbing Jorah by the collar, Drogo angrily demanded to know where his wife was.
Jorah closed his eyes, *The last time the Khaleesi was seen she was in the tent.*
Drogo screams, "Rhaesa!"
He rushes towards the tent, determined to get his wife out. Jorah and Ser Barristan grab him, *No, Khal, it's too late, you cannot save her, she's gone.* Jorah tells Drogo.
*No! This cannot be, I have to save her,* Drogo screams.
It took Ser Barristan, Jorah, and Drogo's Bloodriders to hold Drogo so that he wouldn't rush into the burning tent. Drogo screams and falls to his knees, "Rhaesa!"