Pale Fire Ch. 5
Illyrio looked at his wife who was enjoying her breakfast, "Have you seen Rosalind?" he asked her.
Laelia looked up from her eggs, "Yes, my dear, she was out in the gardens when I saw her last." Wiping her mouth, "Are you worried for her?" Letting his only niece go off and get married was hard enough, but to be married to a Dothraki horselord, was almost terrifying.
Drinking his wine, "Yes, I am. I know out of all the Ladies in Essos, she would be the only one to be able to survive the best out there, it doesn't stop me from worrying if this is a good idea." Even if he could tell her no, the deal was already struck with Drogo, and if he shuttled her away to Westeros, he was fairly certain after the khalasars leveled Pentos, Drogo would board the ships and sail for her.
Placing her hand over his, "My husband, you have great love for her, but while I couldn't imagine doing it, Rosalind will be happy there." Closing her eyes, "You will miss her greatly, as will I, but you saw the Khal yesterday with her, he will not let anything happen to her. I dare say, he cares for her."
Closing his eyes, he could only hope that was the case, taking a moment to look at his wife, "Thank you for calming an old man's nerves." Making a motion to stand, "I am going to seek the council of the Red Priests."
Leaning over Illyrio placed a kiss on her lips, making his way to the stables, he made the ride towards the Red Temple.
Laelia watched as her husband and his guard rode towards the temple, shaking her head. "Silly man." She muttered to herself. Turning back towards her home, she made her way towards the gifts that Illyrio started to gather for Rosalind.
Lightly touching the case that held his most prized possessions, perhaps this would be good for him, he did have a nasty habit of holding onto things for too long, Rosalind was a good lesson in letting things go.
Rose sat in the gardens with Mesi, laying down in the bed of flowers, her eyes watching the clouds roll slowly past them. Her mind making shapes, enjoying the childhood game she used to play with her friends in Alaska.
Not taking her eyes off the clouds, "What do you see Mesi?" she asked her.
Opening her eyes, Mesi looked at the fluffy cloud above her, "I see a dragon." Tilting her head, "A huge dragon with wings that would block out the sun."
Rose looked at the cloud that Mesi was pointing at, tilting her head a bit, "I can see that." That did get her thinking if a Pegasus was real, would it be possible for a dragon? "Mesi, have you ever seen a dragon?" she asked her.
Sitting up, Mesi looked down, "No my lady. The last dragon was killed hundreds of years ago."
Taking a second to remember the story, Mesi told her the tales of the Targaryen's, their dragons, and even what happened with the last Targaryen ruler. "King Aerys II was also known as the Mad King, he had House Darklyn murdered for a tax dispute, if I'm not mistaken. Ser Jaime Lannister killed him, in the uprising, and is now referred to as the King slayer, but it is Lord Robert Baratheon that now sits on the Iron Throne."
Absorbing everything that was said to her, "Well, if Jaime Lannister was the one that finally killed the king, why wasn't he named King?" Sitting up, Rose folded her legs underneath her, ready for more of the story.
Pouring them both a glass of wine, Mesi smiled up, "Rhaelle Targaryen was Robert Baratheon's grandmother, so he had a better claim to the throne." Smiling as Rose made a face, "What my Lady?"
Shrugging her shoulders, who was she to really judge, "Just seems unfair, he did the final act, but because Robert is related to a Targaryen, he gets to be called king." Whatever the reason, she was grateful that she didn't have a stake in the throne, seemed like way too much headache.
"No one would want a Lannister on the throne, they are war mongers," seeing the Lady finish her wine, "Are there no Kings in your world?" Figuring now was the only time she would really be able to ask her questions before she rides off with the Khalasar.
Placing down her cup, "No, I mean, a long time ago yes. There are a few countries in my world that still have a monarchy. England has a queen who has been sitting on the throne for almost 70 years."
Mesi couldn't believe that "A woman sits on the throne. How wonderful!" Wondering if they were like the Targaryen's, "Do they marry each other?"
"A long time ago, yes, they said it kept the blood pure, but it soon became clear, interbreeding with family members caused a lot of mental, and physical issues. It's almost unheard of in my time." Trying to keep her face from scrunching in disgust that it was something that had to be taught here.
"I was once told, when a Targaryen had a child, it was like flipping a coin, you were either going to get a good healthy child or it would go crazy. Is that because of this inbreeding?" She asked her.
Nodding, "Yes. Would you breed the same animals together over and over?" Seeing her shake her head no, "People are the same, you keep breeding from the same blood pool, it weakens everything about that person."
Mesi was really going to miss Lady Rosalind, she was so smart, kind, and shared her knowledge, "Thank you my Lady for telling me this." Standing up, "It is time for you my Lady to get bathed, and ready for dinner, I'm sure Lord Illyrio would love to have a final meal with you, before we head to the Dothraki khalasar tomorrow morning."
Jumping up to stand, Rose linked her arms with Mesi, "I want to thank you, teaching me the little things I needed to survive this world." Wiping her face, "Perhaps when the khalasar rides though again, we will see each other."
Mesi could only nod, "I would enjoy that very much; and you're welcome my Lady. You have been a wonderful addition to this House."
Gently maneuvering her towards the bath, Mesi set to work, mentally preparing how she would do her hair in the morning, wanting to make her beautiful not only for the Khal, but for herself, as every woman should feel on her wedding day.
Rose stared down at herself as Mesi finished up her hair, small intricate braided were woven into her hair. Her dress was a deep red, with tiny intricate golden details. Seeing herself in the mirror, smiling as Mesi kissed her head as she finished. "It's time to leave the tent and sit with your husband." She said to her.
Shaking her head, almost grateful that she didn't have to do more than walk to the Khal, wait for him to nod, and take a seat at his side. Simple, effective, and no words to trip over and make a fool out of herself.
Moving to stand, Rose couldn't help but cry a bit. "Shit." She said, wiping her face off.
Wrapping her arms around her lady, "What is wrong? Are you wanting to change your mind?" she asked her. Regardless of the consequences Mesi would help her escape, if that was what she wanted.
Rose shook her head, "No, not that. Just in my world, father will walk their daughter towards her husband." Taking a deep breath, "I just am a bit sad that I don't get to share that with him." Shaking her body, "I'm fine, it's fine. I am going to do this, keep my head held high, and sit next to my husband."
Mesi gave her a final squeeze, "You are truly the strongest person I know." Stepping towards the opening of the tent, carefully opening it, "My Lady."
Seeing the sun, Rose knew it was time to put up or shut up, and even if she didn't want to do this, she already made a promise not only to R'hllor but to the Khal as well. Stepping to the opening, Rose took one last second to shake off her nerves. After letting out a sigh, she took her first step out of the tent, and made her way towards her husband.
Drogo watched as she moved through the crowd, her held high, her eyes were locked on him. She was his, and there was no one that could take her from him. Leaning forward in his seat, he watched how she moved effortlessly, and while the dress she was wearing wasn't something that the Dothraki did for their weddings, he knew it was how the city dwellers celebrated their unions.
He could see that the khalasar were watching her every move, waiting to see if she was truly worthy or if she would run away. What annoyed him, was the women, staring at her with anger in their eyes, while it wasn't uncommon for a challenge to happen at a wedding, he just hoped that she would be able to get to him before that happened. He really didn't want her beautiful dress ruined.
As she stood in front of him, he could see that she was waiting for him to nod, but it was tradition for a Khal to pause and look over the Khaleesi. Seeing her stand before him, her eyes shining, her hair braided for him, it was more than enough.
Nodding to her, keeping himself from smiling as she stepped up, and moved to him, turning and sitting next to him. Her eyes looking forward.
Illyrio watched how the Khal approved of her, and as she took her place next to him, he knew that she was now relatively safe, no one would dare hurt the Khaleesi of the Great Khal Drogo, it would be a death sentence.
Ciar looked over at the new Khaleesi, smiling at the sight. Leaning over, "My Lord, she will be fine. I have seen it. Drogo will protect her with his life, not that she needs it."
Never taking his eyes off her, "That is good." Drinking his wine, "And what of the Targaryen's?" Knowing that Viserys and his sister Daenerys were still running from King Baratheon.
Hissing, "The brother will be a problem for you, he will demand you make a deal with the Dothraki, using his sister as the payment." Drinking her wine, "You do have a few more months before they land here." Hoping that in that time she will see a sign of what she should do against them.
Taking his eyes of Rose for a moment, "Should I not broker that deal?" he asked her.
"I wouldn't. If Viserys can convince a Khal to cross the narrow sea, he would lead the Dothraki to their deaths. What do you think the R'hllor would do to the man that led his people to their doom?" she asked him.
Illyrio just nodded, "But he is a prince, how can I refuse him?" He asked, worried about the outcome.
Waving her hand, "He is but a boy, with no army, no money, and no one wants a Targaryen on the throne again. For hundreds of years, they kept leading the people into war, between their own civil wars, and waging war on anyone that dared disagree with them, their time on the Iron throne has come to end."
Turning her attention to Rose, "She will protect you, if Viserys dared threaten you, she would release the horde onto them for hurting you in any way. That is what your love for her got you. Protection from a spoiled child, pretending to be King."
Hearing this pleased him, while he would never outwardly be rude to the boy, he would have to give into his childish demands. "Thank you again, for your council." Drinking his wine, Illyrio turned his attention back to the festivities.
Rose watched as the women danced, the men drank, and the people around them talked and laughed, while a part of her wished her dad was here with her, she was determined to have a good time. Leaning over to her stoic husband, "Are you enjoying yourself, my Khal?"
Turning his attention to her, "I am." While he wanted to hold her, until it was time to take her away from the khalasar to mount her for the first time, he wasn't supposed to. "Are you; moon of my life?"
Nodding to him, "I am. It's good so far, two people have died." She teased him, knowing that it was an important part of their culture, violence, blood, and honor.
Chuckling a bit, happy that his Khaleesi wasn't squeamish around blood, for in their lives, there would be plenty. "I promise you, if we are lacking in anymore, I will kill the next man for you." He offered her.
Rose turned to him, "I look forward to seeing you fight; My Khal, be it for my entertainment, or war." That was the truth, she knew that Drogo was a feared warrior, and she would love to see him in battle at least once in her life.
Licking his lips, Drogo had to force himself to be still, it was too early for him to leave his own wedding. "Soon I will be inside you, I can not wait to fill your belly with my seed." He said to her, keeping his voice low.
Rose couldn't stop the blush on her face if she tried, while she had one boyfriend through college, she was certain that Drogo was about to put that boy to shame. Clearing her throat, "I look forward to it." Leaning over closer to his ear, she whispered softly, "You may mount me tonight in the traditional way, but I will look into your eyes from time to time as you fuck me." Smirking at his face.
Drogo closed his eyes at her words, doing everything he could to keep himself still. It was only his name being said by one of the Princes of Pentos that had him looking up.
Opening his eyes, he found the small man, watching him, looking down, he realized he was presenting him with gifts. Anger filled him, as he moved to grab him by the throat, it was Illyrio that moved to him, whispering in his ear.
Illyrio could almost see the Khal ready to rip off the man's head, moving quickly, he leaned down, "You fucking idiot, you do not present the Khal with the gifts, it goes to the Khaleesi, she determines what belongs to her husband. Apologize now, or he'll kill you."
Iagan paled, his eyes finding the Khal's burning into him, bowing lower, "My apologizes Great King, I was misinformed about your traditions. Allow me to correct my error." His whole body shaking with fear.
Drogo never took his eyes off the man, perhaps killing a prince of the city would be a kind reminder to them of who the Dothraki was, but perhaps his Khaleesi knew this man, and was a friend. Turning his attention to her, he could see her watching with interest, but also indifference.
Letting his eyes fall on the now shaking prince, Drogo couldn't help but chuckle, "You offend my Khaleesi again, I rip out your eyeballs and fuck your skull." Leaning back, he downed is drink, holding it out for it to be filled again.
Iagan almost pissed himself, only able to find himself nodding. After a tense moment, he moved over to the Khaleesi, Rosalind, a bit of jealousy filled him, he once offered a dozen ships for her, but Illyrio refused, but perhaps the Khal already claimed her, who would deny Khal Drogo?
Bowing towards her, "My apologizes…." Before he could finish he was cut off by her.
Rose never liked Iagan, he was a slimy bastard, always trying to undermine Illyrio, but it was his subtlety that kept his skin. She watched as her husband stared at him, enjoying how he could barely look up at him.
She watched as he turned to her, his eyes reflecting jealousy, which only pissed her off more, but when he spoke common tongue to her, knowing that the Khal did not, well that was enough.
"Stop Speaking." She said, her eyes locking on his, "If you speak Dothraki, you will in the presence of My Khal. Am I clear?"
Iagan could only nod. "Apologized Great King, Khaleesi." His nerves were shot, he was certain one more mess up would lead to his very painful and bloody death. "I offer you books, scriptures of the Seven Kingdoms, reflecting all the knowledge our healers have."
Taking the books from his hand, Rose smiled at him, her eyes find her husband wondering if she was going to accept this gift or have him killed. "You gift is accepted." She said to him, while she was sure that Drogo wouldn't have minded his death, for now, she wanted to keep the tension between the horde and Pentos to a minimum.
Waving her hand, she watched as one of the slaves took them and put them away. Over the next few hours, Rose carefully touched each gift, knowing that her choices of what was hers and what should go to her husband was being watched not only by him, but the rest of the khalasar.
Drogo watched as his Khaleesi dealt with the people of his khalasar; as well as the Pentos guests. Sitting back, he watched as she looked over every gift, and it pleased him to know that she was taking the time to determine what he would like.
He noticed that she seemed to favor books, while it wasn't normal in their culture to enjoy such things, it pleased him to see that she craved knowledge.
When a Pentos merchant approached her with a chest full of weapons and leathers, he could see her eyes light up at the knives, but as she touched them, she smiled at the man, and turned to give them to him.
He couldn't help but be pleased with how the day was progressing, because of his Khaleesi, he accumulated several new weapons, good leathers, and more importantly a new saddle for his mount. She would have been well within her rights to keep such a saddle, but as he watched her run her hand over it, she turned to him, giving him a small smile and informing the Pentos prince that it was for him.
Leaning towards her, "Moon of my life, why did you gift me this?" He asked her quietly, while he could have waited until they were alone, his curiosity got the better of him.
Rose turned to look at her husband, "Simple, when I saw your saddle, it was beautiful, but this one, is built for holding your weapons, and as a Khal you need to be ready for battle whenever." Resisting the urge to touch him, she could only smile at him, "Are you not happy, my Khal?" Hoping that she didn't offend her husband.
Nodding to her, "I am. You are doing well. The Khalasar is impressed with you." His eyes quickly sweeping the crowd, it didn't take long for them to fall on a woman he mounted a while ago, she was nothing more than a fuck, her eyes burning with hatred towards the Rosalind.
Rose smiled at him, "I am glad you are pleased, my to Khal." Rolling her neck, she couldn't help but notice that his eyes were glaring at a woman who seemed to be glaring at her.
"A former lover who is now upset with me?" She asked, her voice teasing.
Drogo turned to her, "Something like that." He was a bit worried about her reaction to this. In his limited experience with city dwellers, he was told that their women get jealous of former lovers.
Smirking at him, "It is your right as the Khal of the Khalarsar to mount who you want. All I ask, is never in our tent." While on some level Rose hated the idea that her husband could fuck whoever he wanted, but this was her world now, and her morals or understandings about relationships that she grew up with, unfortunately no longer applied here, and she would need to adapt no matter how painful it would be.
It took a lot to surprise him, but he could feel his eyebrows in his hair, "Rosalind. You are my moon of my life. Until the Great Stallion takes me from you and brings me to the Night Lands, there is no other woman I want in my bed, or on my cock."
Rose kept her hands folding in her lap, she understood the gravity of what he was saying, and as a Khal he couldn't go back on his word, or it would ruin his chances of entering the Night Lands. Feeling a tear slide down her face, she moved to wipe it away but felt his thumb wiping it, "My Khal, I promise you this, my loyalty and fidelity." Knowing that her verbal declaration would signify the same to him.
Illyrio watched as they leaned into each other, every ounce of nerves that he was feeling seemed to vanish. Looking down at Ciar, "I guess you were right, when she met her other half, she would find her place in this world."
Looking up at the Magister, "Glad you're finally listening to me." Turning her eyes to the pair, "She will have a long happy life with the Khal. It won't be perfect, but theirs is a love of the ages, and we are lucky enough to see it, and even be a part of it."
Making a move to stand, Illyrio found himself in front of the couple, giving them a slight bow, "My Khal and honored Khaleesi." Turning his attention towards Rosalind, "Rose, my sweet dear you have grown so much in the time you've been with me." Waving his hand to his servant, "I present to you, dragon eggs, centuries have turned them to stone, but they will always be beautiful."
Looking up at him, Rose could only nod, carefully picking them up from their case, each were beautiful, and glimmered in the sun. "Thank you." Putting the one she held in her hand, "Magister Illyrio," taking a second to pause, "Your kindness to me since the loss of my family, will be something I will always remember. I accept your gift."
Drogo watched his bride get teary, wiping them away, he made a motion to stand, "It's time." No longer wanting to wait to seal their bond.
Jumping off the platform, he strode with force towards the horses, smiling when he heard her walking behind him. While he wanted to walk with her, it was tradition for a woman to follow her husband to their bonding ceremony.
Grabbing the reigns to the horse that he was gifting her, her turned to see her watching him, "Moon of my life, this horse is my gift to you." Hoping that she would like her new mount.
Rose gently reached up, touching the mare's neck, smiling as she leaned into her hands. "You are beautiful." She said to the animal. Closing her eyes, she could hear the horse telling her she was happy.
Letting her eyes look towards her husband, "My Khal, I am honored with such a gift. She is perfect."
Drogo stepped forward and lifted her into the saddle, gently grabbing her leg, he made his way to his stallion, quickly jumping on. Kicking the horse in the flanks, Drogo led his horse and wife towards the cliffs; while he wanted to seal their bond now, however her chose to wait, because the thought of another person seeing her naked just pissed him off.
Rose stood on the edge of the cliffs, her eyes watching the sun slowly set beyond the horizon, it was one of the most beautiful sunsets that she's ever had the privilege to watch. She could hear Drogo setting up their camp, and while she wanted to help him, it was his responsibility as her husband.
So, as she waited, she watched the sunset, but soon she could hear the crackling of the fire that he started, turning her body, she could see him walking over to her, keeping herself still, she knew according to the reading she's done on their traditions, he needed to approve of her a final time before they laid together as husband and wife.
His eyes never leaving hers, for the first time since she walked to him, he could finally just touch her. Taking a hold of her hands, he practically pulled her to the furs that he laid down, no longer patient.
Turning her around, he gently pushed her to the furs, while he wanted to say something, he was driven by his desire for her. Lifting her dress over her ass, he couldn't help the groan that escaped him, she was bare for him. Rubbing her ass, Drogo could feel his cock twitching at the sight of her.
Rose gasped as he roughly pulled her towards him, keeping her body relaxed, knowing that their first time together wasn't going to be soft or inherently romantic, she didn't want to hurt anymore than what was necessary.
Closing her eyes as she felt him rub her ass, gasping at strength of his hands. "Please. My Khal." She breathed out, wanting to feel him inside her.
Hearing her moan out for him, only made his blood boil more, unable to resist her body any longer; Drogo slid down his pants, freeing his cock. The tip was red, and dripping out his seed, taking it in his hand, he lined himself up to her body, and pushed forward, groaning as her body squeezed him, "Fuck."
Digging her fingers into the furs, Rose needed to steady herself, he was large and unfortunately, he was tearing her, but even through the pain of his entry, she couldn't help but feel complete. Letting her head drop forward, she moved her chest to the ground, arching her back for him, enjoying how his fingers were digging into her hips.
Drogo slid into her body, finally bottoming out. Keeping his hands on her hips, he held himself still for a moment, not wanting to spill his seed too soon, he wanted to enjoy this moment. Closing his eyes to get control over himself, but the way her pussy gripped him broke what control he had.
Slowly pulling out his cock, he could see it shine with her juices, knowing that she was wet for him, just excited him more. Snapping his hips forward, Drogo damn near came.
He set a brutal pace, wanting to fill her with his seed, but for the first time in his life, he wanted the woman he was fucking to enjoy herself too. Moving his arms, he linked them under hers, and gently pulled her back to his chest.
Rose didn't dare move as he fucked her, but as she felt him lift her towards him, she pushed herself onto his cock, she could feel her orgasm building her body, "Drogo, I am so close. Please." Not caring about how she sounded.
Wrapping his arms around her chest, he held her still, driving himself deep into her body. "Feel me. Moon of my life. Feel my cock inside you."
Letting her head fall to the side, Rose wrapped her arms arounds his, using him for leverage. Feeling the coil in her belly, she was soon chasing her orgasm. As the warmth spread throughout her body, she was certain if he wasn't holding on to her, she would have fell forward. "OH GOD!" she cried out, her body shaking as she felt him drive harder into her body.
Drogo felt her pussy shaking as her release tore through her. Holding her tighter, he could feel his seed begging for release, unable to hold back, he let his body join hers in bliss.
The force of his release caused him to fall forward, just barely holding himself above her so not to hurt her. Slowly stroking himself into her body, needing to leave every drop of his seed in her body.
Rose felt him cum inside her, which triggered her body to shutter a bit, "Fuck." Her brain and body were in overdrive, between the sex and now his body on top of hers, all she could do was just breath. She didn't even care that she was being crushed by his body, if this was how she was going to die, it was a great way to fucking go.
Rolling to his side, he kept his cock deep inside her, he let his body relax, finally at peace knowing that the woman he has wanted since he was a child was now his, in every way that fucking matter to him, his khalasar, and the other Dothraki.
"Moon of my life. I will protect you with my life." With his cock still deep inside her body, he slowly drifted off to sleep, but not before he heard her.
Yawning, Rose couldn't help but feel at peace in her husband's arms, drifting off to sleep, she could hear him declare his protection over her. Bringing a smile to her face, Rose couldn't help but respond back, "You are my Sun and Stars. Great Khal."
Across the Narrow Sea, King Baratheon stared at himself in the mirror, he could feel his health was fading, and as much as he loved his son Joffrey, he wasn't fit to rule as King, spoiled, cruel, and too much like his mother, a snake and liar.
He just hoped this union with Sansa Stark would temper him, for if not, his son's rule would be short, for the people would not stand by for another cruel King.