Pale Fire Ch. 6
Sitting with her legs tucked under her body, letting Irri brush her hair, Rose closed her eyes letting her mind wander to how her life has changed drastically over the last month and a half. Since leaving Pentos, the khalasar was heading east towards Vaes Dothrak, as was tradition for all Khal's that married.
It was something that kept her up at night when the horde stopped to setup camp. What if they thought that Drogo made a mistake and demanded her head. Rose knew her husband well enough to know that he wouldn't immediately give into their demands, but his loyalty to his people and the Great Stallion would eventually win out. Not that she would blame him, this was the only life he knew, and if it came down to it, she wouldn't make it any harder on herself nor him.
Rose couldn't help but sigh, her brain refusing to shut off, her insecurities dancing in her head. She knew that this wasn't a way a true Khaleesi was to behave, if she didn't have confidence in herself or trust that R'hllor knew what he was talking about, how could the horde?
Irri watched her as her Khaleesi close her eyes, her face reflecting her concern and frustration. "What is wrong my Khaleesi?" Worried that something was upsetting her.
Keeping her eyes closed, Rose couldn't help but sigh, "Irri, how long have you been with the Dothraki?"
Smirking, "Since they came to Qohor. I was part of the offerings for the Khal Drogo. I would guess 4 years now." While she hated her life prior to the Dothraki, she found her place within the horde, and even found a companion of sorts.
Opening her eyes, Rose turned to her, while she hated how the men of her horde treated their slave women, she wasn't ready to start the change. That would take time, but it was something that she would work on as time went along. "Before you become my handmaiden, you were treated well, right?" Hoping to God that she was.
"Of course, my Khaleesi." Finishing up the braid she was working on, "My mother sold me into a pleasure house when I was 9 years old, and the owner kept me from being touched until I was 16, but the men that paid for me, where cruel and violent." Touching her shoulder, "While the Dothraki aren't gentle, your husband did not allow them to beat me. I even have a companion, he is kind to me, and keeps the others from touching."
Keeping her face straight, Rose couldn't even imagine a scenario where she would sell her child to anyone, let alone a whore house. Standing up, she gently touched Irri's shoulders, "I'm glad you have someone that protects you, but going forward, you are under my protection, no one will dare touch you."
Irri smiled at her Khaleesi, "Thank you, my Khaleesi." In that moment she knew, no matter what, Irri would give her life to protect her.
Walking out of the tent, Rose could feel someone watching her, looking around, she found that one woman that was staring at her during the wedding ceremony, it has been close to two months, and yet, still acting like a child.
Choosing to ignore her, Rose leaned down to her friend, "Are we close to Vaes Dothrak?" She asked her, knowing that this isn't the first time she's made the journey.
Keeping in step with her Khaleesi, "We are more than halfway there Khaleesi, I'd say another 6 days or so."
Feeling a bit of nerves as she walked towards the fire, "I am scared," she said, her eyes looking at the woman who was now staring at her with concern, "What if the Dosh Khaleen say I'm not worthy of Drogo?"
Pulling her into a small hug, "Please, my Khaleesi, do not worry, even if those old hags disliked you, Drogo loves you. He would kill anyone no matter the cost if they touched you." Stepping back, Irri could see Losho watching them. Giving him a smile, she stepped back, and turned the Khaleesi towards the horde.
Losho watched as Irri brought the Khaleesi through the camp, his eyes never leaving hers, he wanted her as a wife, but only her Khaleesi could release her from her slavery. Turning towards his Khal, "Your wife is coming."
Biting a piece of meat, Drogo watched as she moved through the camp, smiling, talking to everyone she passed. It was strange for him to see such kindness towards others, but the people of the horde responded to her. She was a gift from the Great Stallion.
Looking down at his sister, who was watching Haggo, he could finally see what his moon told him, she liked him. While he would still wait until Vaes Dothrak, he knew he would honor her request if Haggo wanted to marry her. Leaning down towards her, "Dali, when we get to the Horse City, I will talk to the Dosh Khaleen about Haggo. If he is your choice and they approve, you have my blessing."
Dali's head whipped up towards him, almost not able to believe the words that left his mouth, "I am honored that you would consider him." Doing what she could to keep herself still, her body was vibrating with excitement.
Sitting by the fire, Rose could feel her husband watching her, turning her head slightly, she could see him staring at her intently, smirking at him. She made a move to stand, only to be stopped by the woman that has been staring at her for weeks.
Rolling her eyes, "Move, now." She barked, her voice no longer holding the gentle kindness that she showed her people.
Lissi hissed, "You are not my Khaleesi, you do not belong here. I should kill you."
Moving quickly Rose wrapped her hand around her throat, squeezing tightly, "Is that so? Kill me then." Slowly bringing her down to her knees, Rose could feel the khalasar watching intently. Wondering if their Khaleesi was going to kill her.
Turning her eyes to her husband, "My Khal, she has said I'm not her Khaleesi, that she should kill me. Should I let her try?" While it was within her rights to kill her, Rose didn't know her outside of the looks, perhaps she was someone important to the Drogo, or the khalasar.
Drogo stood, his eyes burned with anger. "I Drogo son of Bharbo, dare anyone to challenge me or my Khaleesi." Turning his attention to the woman now struggling to get free of his wife's hand, "Kill her. And anyone else that dares to insult you, moon of my life."
Smiling down at the girl, "You heard my husband." Gripping her tighter, Rose pulled her to where her back was against her chest, putting her in a head lock, she quickly snapped her neck. Letting her body drop, she turned to the khalasar, "Anyone that dares say that I am not their Khaleesi, come now."
Her eyes scanning the crowd, each person she could see looked pleased with her declaration. Nodding, "I am Rosalind, wife to Khal Drogo, Khaleesi of this Khalasar, niece to the Prince Magister Illyrio Mopatis."
Her eyes never leaving the crowd, but she took several steps back, knowing that her husband was waiting for her. Feeling comfort as he touched her shoulder. Letting her eye drift up towards his, "Sun and stars, I need you." Not caring that she sounded desperate for him.
Drogo couldn't help but smile, tossing her over his shoulder, he moved through the crowd, the cheers of his people egging him on. His mind only focused on getting her naked and his cock inside her.
Entering the tent quickly, he gently put her down, "Moon of my life. I want you to look into my eyes." While it wasn't the Dothraki way, it felt so fucking good when she was on top of him.
Maneuvering them to where she was on his hips, he watched as she lifted her dress over her head, smiling as her breasts came into view. Moving his big hands to them, pleased that they filled his palms, her nipples were light in color, everything about her was perfection.
Letting her head fall backward as he palmed her tits, she could feel herself getting wet, but she really needed his cock inside. Since their wedding, there hasn't been a day that she didn't feel him within her body, and the Gods willing, she wouldn't have to in her lifetime.
Taking her hands, she undid the ties of his pants, "Lift your ass, my Khal." She said to him, her voice teasing.
Drogo chuckled at her, but did as she said, enjoying how she slid them off his body. He found her looking down into his eyes as she stood above him. Licking his lips at her, enjoying how the sun as lightly bronzed her skin. "Let my cock fill you." He demanded of her.
Rose could only nod at him, slowly sinking to her knees, she could feel the tip of his dick teasing her clit. Rubbing herself on him, teasing him as well as herself, wanting to push them to the edge, but the urge to sink onto his dick was too tempting. Reaching to grab him, she stroked him for a moment, enjoying hearing him hiss out her name.
Drogo swore, thinking if this was the way he was to die, it would be a great way to enter the Night Lands. Gripping her hips, holding her above his cock, "Feel me." Thrusting up into her body, enjoying the scream that came from her mouth.
Gasping as he entered her, even after all this time with him, his sheer size always surprised her. Taking a moment to center herself, Rose gripped his forearms, and rolled her hips. She knew with how he held her, she was going to have bruises, but she enjoyed seeing them on her body.
Lifting herself up, Rose slowly twisted and rolled her hips, wanting to bring them both to the edge quickly, the need to cum was strong. Keeping her hands wrapped around his arms, "Fuck. Fill me my Khal."
Thrusting up to meet her hips, Drogo could feel her pussy shaking around him. Pushing himself harder into her body, Drogo felt his eyes roll back as his seed filled her body. "My Khaleesi."
Crying out his name, Rose let her orgasm roll through her body, letting her body fall forward, landing squarely on his chest. "Fuck. Feels good."
"Your body always feels good." Closing his eyes, he slowly trailed his fingers down her spine, chuckling as she tilted her body towards him. Kissing her temple, "In a few days we will be at Vaes Dothrak, the Dosh Khaleen will sing your arrival, and soon you will be with our child."
Drogo wanted nothing more than for his Khaleesi to be pregnant with their child, not caring if he was the Stallion that Mounts the world or not.
Rose couldn't keep herself from smiling if she tried. Picking up his hand, she gently rolled to the side and placing his hand on her stomach. "It seems like you already succeeded." Sitting up a bit, she found him staring at her, "If I counted correctly, it was the first night we were together. You kept your promise, filling my belly."
Letting his hand spread out across her stomach, "For certain? Moon of my life." His chest filling with hope.
Placing her hand over his. "Yes. I should have bled almost a week and half ago." Based on her knowledge she was a little closer to 7 weeks.
Rolling her onto her back, Drogo gently used his thighs to spread her legs apart, rocking his hips he slowly entered her body, groaning as he felt her body stretch around him. "Fuck, moon of my life." Gripping her thigh, lifting it over his hip. "Scream for me."
Rose wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders, she could only hold on, while he was still new to this way of fucking, he still found a way to pleasure her. Arching her back, "Drogo, harder, please." Begging him, needing him to stretch her body.
Slamming into her body, he set a brutal pace, enjoying the sounds that she made as he drove into her. Wrapping his hand in her hair, using the other to hold her to his chest, his lips falling onto hers, enjoying how her hips met his. "Soon, your belly will swell, bringing our child into this world." He moaned into her ear.
Rose could feel her body starting to coil, it was like a heat was spreading through her, she was almost too hot for her, but if this was how she was going to die, it would be the best way to go. "Drogo." She moaned out, enjoying how her body wrapped around him as she came.
Feeling her fingers dig into his flesh, Drogo couldn't stop the tidal wave that coursed through his body. Letting his head rest on hers, slowly stroking his cock within her body, and while she was with child, he wanted every drop of him to stay within her body. "Moon of my life."
Unable to hold himself up, Drogo rolled them until she was laying across his chest. Enjoying how she rested her head above his heart.
Letting her body relax, Rose turned her head slightly kissing his chest. Closing her eyes, she could feel him gently rubbing her back, "Sun and Stars, we will have a boy, and he will be strong." Her last thought before she was pulled under, was what was expected of her once she entered Vaes Dothrak.
Kissing her head, Drogo could only smile, wrapping his arms around her and holding her close to his body, he let himself drift to sleep, his dreams were filled with holding her swollen belly, and feeling their son kick.
Rose found herself kneeling on a platform inside the Holy City, the Dosh Khaleen singing around her, telling the story of how her child was the Stallion that Mounts the World.
Her eyes locked onto Drogo, biting into the heart that was in her hands, tearing the flesh piece by piece, and slowly swallowing it. Each bite that she was able to keep down was a small victory. Her son's future depending on her in this very moment.
(Dosh Khaleen singing the prophecy.)
The Prince is Riding, I am hearing the thundering of his hooves, swift as the wind he rides.
Drogo watched as Rosalind tore at the flesh, her eyes never leaving his. It was all the support he could offer her; this was her journey. Praying to the Great Stallion to give his wife the strength to complete this ritual, so that she and their son would be welcomed into the Khalasar.
Never taking his eyes off her, he listened to the crones sing about the coming of his son.
(Dosh Khaleen singing the prophecy.)
His enemies will cower before him, their wives will weep tears of blood.
Rose didn't want to look down at what she was eating, fearing that the sight of it might make her sick, if that happened, it would be a sign that the baby was weak or deformed in some way, and it would bring shame to her husband.
Feeling the blood ooze down her face, Rose kept telling herself over and over again that she was strong enough to finish this, her son would have the love and protection of the Dothraki, her husband would know that she was the right woman for him.
Dali watched as her Khaleesi bit into the heart, almost down to the last piece, she wanted Rosalind to do this, she needed her to keep the heart down. Her nerves were starting to get the better of her, but it was the calming grip of Rosalind's slave that calmed her.
Irri could see the Khal's sister was getting agitated, placing her hand in hers, she looked into her eyes, hoping that she wasn't going to be punished for touching her. "Great sister of the Khal, she has strength that I could only dream about. Sing with the Dosh Khaleen about the arrival of the prince."
Firmly grasping the slave girl's hands, Dali could only nod. Turning her attention to the scene before her, she stood, bringing Irri with her, letting her voice join in with the Dosh Khaleen.
Placing the last piece of flesh into her mouth, Rose chewed it as much as she could, but between the morning sickness that was starting, the bitter taste of the uncooked meat, and it being the size of her head, Rose was full.
She could feel her stomach flip, falling forward, she caught herself with one hand, the other covering her mouth, she refused to let anything come out.
A dead silent hush filled the room, everyone was watching the Khaleesi, was she strong enough? Would her son truly be the Stallion that Mounts the World?
Drogo leaned forward, his eyes watching her, he could see that she was fighting herself to keep the heart down. Fighting every instinct to go to her, Drogo waited for her to rise up.
Breathing through her nose, Rose could feel the bile and chunks in her mouth, closing her eyes, she imagined anything to help her get through this. Slowly swallowing what was in her mouth, she could feel it sliding back down her throat.
Lifting herself up, Rose leaned back against her knees, her eyes finding Drogo watching, his eyes filled with concern. Taking the last bit of strength she had, she let the rest of the heart slid down her throat, gasping out loud as she felt her stomach settle a bit.
(Dosh Khaleen singing the prophecy.)
The Stallion who Mounts the world, The stallion is the Khal of Khals. He'll unite the people into a single Khalasar all the people of the world will be his herd.
Hearing them sing about her son, Rose slowly rose to her feet, her eyes locking on her husband, she placed a protective hand over her stomach, her eyes looking around the room, each person watching her, waiting to see what she says.
Turning around, Rose addressed the room, letting her voice carry throughout. "I Prince rides inside of me! And he shall be called, Rhogoro!"
The chants filled the room, the people crying out the prince's name, singing it loud to the Great Stallion.
Drogo stood, making his way to his wife, smiling at her, pleased with how strong she was. Not saying a word, he lifted her by her waist, carrying her around the room. His heart swelling with pride, in his years as the Khal, she was only one of a few that were able to keep down the heart.
Gently placing her feet on the ground, gripping her face, placing a kiss on her lips, not caring that she was covered in blood, if she could eat the heart of a Stallion, he could have its blood on his lips. Pulling back, Drogo found her eyes watching him, "Moon of my life, you have made me proud. Our son will be the Khal of Khals.
Resting her head against his chest, "Sun and stars, he will have you to teach him to be a great Khal." Rubbing her belly, grateful that it has finally settled, stepping back, "It is time to go to the sacred fire, and eat with our Khalasar."
Chuckling at her, he placed a hand on her shoulder, leading to her to the fire. While in Vaes Dothrak they had buildings to sit and gather in, but the Dothraki did enjoy being under the sky.
Rose sat with Irri and Dali, her stomach was finally settled, but she was sure it had to do with the peppermint tea that Irri made for her. Leaning back, Rose watched as Drogo talked with his blood riders, but he seemed to be having an intense conversation with Haggo.
Looking at Dali, she could see her excitement and nerves, "What are you so tense about? I had to eat a horse heart for dinner." She teased.
Snorting, she knew that doing that wasn't easy, "You did good sister." Letting out a sigh, "My brother said he would speak with the Dosh Khaleen about Haggo, and if they approved, he would give his blessing," Her eyes watching the conversation with her brother, "I'm sure he's talking with him now."
Stopping mid-thought, her eyes turning to Rosalind, "What if he doesn't want to marry me?" A little worried about his response.
Finishing her tea, Rose pulled her into a hug, "If he is that stupid to not want you, he wasn't worthy of you in anyway." Kissing her forehead, "But, look at his face, I don't think that will be a problem." Her eyes watching a trained warrior's face go from stoic to smiling.
Dali looked towards her brother, seeing Haggo shake his hand, the relief she felt knowing that it was one obstacle down, only thing left was getting the Dosh Khaleen to say it was a good match, but that would be a project tomorrow. It's not like they were leaving anytime soon, usually they would spend a few months here, especially early on in a Khaleesi's pregnancy.
Haggo looked over at his future wife, smiling at her. Looking back to his Khal," I promise, my Khal, I will treat her well, and give my life to protect her if that's what it took to keep her safe."
Drogo drank from his horn, "Good. I would hate to kill you." He said to him, only slightly joking. While Haggo, was one of his blood riders, if anything was done to hurt his sister, he would remove his head as painfully as possible.
Nodding towards his Khal, Haggo knew that he meant what he said. "You have my word, my Khal."
Several hours passed by, and as the sun set, their horde grew, another Khalasar entered Vaes Dothrak, and while for a moment there was bit of tension between her husband and who she now knew as Khal Moro, that seemed to fade once food and drink were shared amongst the leaders.
Rose could see that Khal Moro was watching her, resisting the urge to roll her eyes, she turned to Irri and Dali, finding them stare at his wives with a little distain. Leaning over, she whispered, "Do you not like them?"
Irri just shook her head no. When she was alone, she would explain to her what the issue was, but now was not the time.
Dali could only roll her eyes at the women, "No. It will be a conversation for later." Her eyes turning back to Irri who just nodded in agreement.
Rose just nodded, her eyes finding them walk to her, refusing to stand, she watched as they sat across from her their eyes watching her.
Vaddi looked at the Khaleesi of Drogo, while beautiful, she wasn't worthy of him, still bitter that Drogo refused her all those years ago. "I am Vaddi, first wife of Khal Moro, mother of his only son, Verro." Her eyes falling to the woman next to her.
"I am Ochi, second wife to Khal Moro, mother of his daughter, Azhi." Her voice not as strong, embarrassed that she could not give the Khal another son, but perhaps his daughter will be worth something when she is of marrying age.
Rose could feel her skin crawl, but she was in the Holy City, so no blood shed, no weapons. Slightly nodding to them, "I am Rosaline, only wife of Khal Drogo, with child of our first, I shall call him Rhogoro."
Vaddi hissed; the whore was already pregnant. "How do you know it's a boy?" She asked, no one really ever knew.
Smirking at her face, "The Dosh Khaleen sang about his arrival." Hoping that would be enough for the pair, but it was clear jealously seeped out of their pores.
Drogo looked at his wife, handling the two wives of Moro, feeling the man watch him, "What?"
Moro never liked Drogo, he was well respected and feared amongst the Dothraki, and the people all claimed him to be the one to marry the Mother of Horses. "You finally married, she's beautiful. Is she with child yet?"
Nodding, "Yes. The Dosh Khaleen sang about my son, Rhogoro. His mother kept the heart down." Knowing that it was rumored that neither of his wives were able to do such a thing.
Biting his inner cheek, he could only nod. "So, it will be said that your son will be strong."
Finishing his drink, Drogo just smiled, "The Stallion that Mounts the World." He said, pride oozing out of his body.
A loud whining broke through the sky, Rose stood, her head almost pounding with the cries of anguish. Looking around, she could see the horde looking for the source of the noise. While metal weapons weren't allowed in the city, her bow and arrows were able to be with her. Picking them up, she slung them across her body, and made her way towards her husband.
Drogo watched as she came to him, his eyes could see that she was in pain. "What is wrong, moon of my life?" Worried that something was wrong with the baby.
Before she could answer, the screaming got louder, and the Dothraki were now circling their Khals, wanting to protect them.
Rose turned her eyes to the sky, finding Chiron flying towards them. Moving away from her husband, she could hear the gasping and whispers of her people. She watched as they all dropped to their knees, perhaps a Pegasus was worshipped in the Dothraki culture.
As she watched his hooves hit the ground, his large wings spread out, holding up her hand, "Please my friend, what is wrong? I can hear you crying." She said to him.
Irri was standing next to the Khals, repeating what her Khaleesi was saying to the Great Beast.
Drogo watched as his wife, touched the flying stallion, it was said that the Great Stallion was a winged horse that would only fly with the most worthy of riders.
Keeping her hand on the bridge of his nose, she could hear him, saying that his mate was taken, while they couldn't kill her, they could keep her, and he needed her help.
"Of course, I will help you. Please, let me ride you, and take me to your mate." Hoping that he would allow her to do this for him.
Rose watched as he lowered himself for her, gently grabbing ahold of his mane, she swung her body over his broad back, "Take me to your mate." She said to him.
Without another word, Chiron turned and ran as fast as he could, knowing that their children were following the humans from the sky. Spreading his wings, he climbed as fast as he could to the clouds, being mindful not to lose the human on his back.
Drogo and the rest of the horde watched as their Khaleesi mounted and rode off with the Great Stallion, the whispers started, but it was the Dosh Khaleen that sang her praises.
(Dosh Khaleen singing.)
She rides, she rides. The Mother of Horses has finally claimed her herd. Khal Drogo and his Khalasar are blessed directly from the Great Stallion. The people of the world will bow to the Great Khal and His Khaleesi.
Her son will be the Greatest Khal, he will be the Stallion that Mounts the World. SING FOR THEY HAVE FINALLY COME. MOTHER OF HORSES AND THE STALLION THAT MOUNTS THE WORLD, HAVE COME!