Pale Fire Ch. 16

Sitting around the fire, Rose kept her arms wrapped around her son, wanting to hold him until the very last moment before the women, children, and inexperienced teens would need to relocate. She was leaving Irri in charge of the Khaleesi's and children, she knew that she would protect the kids with her life, not that she hoped that it would be tested.

Irri could see her Khaleesi was worried, not that she blamed her, while she wanted to ride with them and would have done so if that was what her Khaleesi asked of her, but that was not her mission. It was when they were warned about the impending army, she remembered vividly when Rose walked straight to her, almost pleading with her to watch over their children. She didn't even think about it, knowing that her Khaleesi and Khal were putting their trust in her to keep all the children safe.

Getting her attention, "My Khaleesi, I swear on my life that I will keep him. I will keep all of them safe." She vowed.

Looking up from her son's face, Rose just smiled at her, "I know Irri, you one of 3 people I truly trust to keep our children safe." Her eyes finding Dali and Dani watching them. Kissing her son's head, she could see that they were holding their boys tightly, it was what they all needed, was to feel the soft comfort of their children, because war was anything but soft.

Bowing toward her, "It is my honor, My Khaleesi." Looking down at her son, smiling when he looked up into her eyes, babbling mama. "Lajakko, my son, you will help me watch over the children of our khalasar." Chuckling when he nodded his head.

Rhogoro squirmed out of his momma's arm, running to his friend, "We will watch together." He was going to protect his friends, it was his job, like his daddy.

Smiling down at her boy, she watched as his arms wrapped around the others, giving them little words of encouragement. Looking over at Dali who was watching Jaggo stand next to his older cousin, his arms crossed. "The two of them are going to be trouble as they grow."

Dali couldn't help but agree, "They remind me of my brother and Qotho, the two of them were inseparable." Looking over at Rhaego who was running around with his arms wrapping around the others. "They are the future of this Khalasar, and they will lead our people into greatness."

Watching her son play with his friends, Dani knew in that moment, if she didn't renounce her claims to the Iron Throne, or if her brother was successful in marrying her to the Khal, there was a good possibility that she or her son wouldn't have survived this long, or worse, he would have been killed in front of her.

Shivering at the thought, Dani knew that she would have driven her mad and drove her to seek vengeance bringing war to anyone that dared cross her path, but now, she not only had the love of a man who truly cared for her, a beautiful son, and sisters that respected her. She couldn't have asked for a better life.

"Khaleesi, our boys will become great men. Your Stallion has great love of his people, and it seems that our son's will ride with him." She said pointing to all four boys sitting around talking about whatever 2- and 1-year old's talk about.

Rose couldn't help but agree, while it was still too soon to know if the boys would be chosen by her son to be his bloodriders when the time came, but seeing them now, it wasn't such a leap. Closing her eyes, she could feel her baby kicking almost as though he was preparing himself for the coming battle.

Wanting to prepare herself for the coming battle, Rose took a moment to stand, her eyes looking over at the women standing with her, "Let us prepare, for soon it will be time to say our goodbyes and head off to war." Kneeling down to her son, "I will be back before you are to go with Irri and our Khalasar, I love you, my Stallion."

Hugging his momma, "I love you; momma."

She could feel some tears filling her eyes, gently rubbing his cheek, she carefully pushed him towards his friends, "Go my Stallion, watch over them." Wiping her face as she watched him run back to his friends. Shaking herself clear of the emotions running through her body, she turned to the ladies, "It is time."

Drogo watched as the 3 women walked towards their tent, knowing that they were preparing themselves, while he relished the thought of war and blood, he hated the fact that it was her destiny to be put front and center, especially since she was heavy with child. His faith in the Great Stallion was being tested, but he did have faith.

Looking over at his bloodriders, he could see their tension at the thought of their wives riding into battle, but like him, they were putting their faith in their God. "We are so worried for them, but they have dragons." He said, attempting to lighten the mood before they rode over the ridge.

Qotho snorted, "My wife is more excited to rain fire down upon the men that killed her family, for her this is vengeance." She was a tiny thing, but she had heart it was one of the many reason's he loved her.

Drogo could understand, anyone that dared threatened his family would be met with great violence and pain. "I think our women are reborn Khals of the past, coming back to feel the excitement of war."

Losho and Haggo shared a look, both nodding at their Khal's assessment.

Letting out a sigh, Drogo stood looking down at his men, "Go, prepare your men for the assault, I need to be with the Khals when it is time." Extending his hand to each of his men, "Fight well my friends." Smirking when they all said their goodbyes.

Morro watched as the Great Khal sent his men off to their positions, knowing that the over the ridge the wooden horses were slowly making their approach towards the edge of the land, it was setting his teeth on edge but it was important for the army to get ashore, it reduced the length of how far the Khaleesi and the others had to fly over the poison water to send them to the deep. He knew that they had them flanked, and that they would send their scouts but they would never return.

Turning his attention to the other Khals, it was clear that they were all excited for the upcoming battle, it was something in their blood that craved the violence, finishing his mare's milk, "What are you more excited for, killing, or riding on the sky herd?" He asked the men.

Zekko rubbed his beard, "Both! I am looking forward to seeing their faces as we fly down, and the sound of the hordes hooves will make them tremble." Closing his eyes envisioning how it would look to their armies.

Motho laughed, "They will shit themselves!" His eyes finding Cassia stretching her beautiful wings. If he was to die today, it would be an honor to do it on the back of such a magnificent animal.

Drogo walked in on the tail end, "They will do more then shit themselves, they will beg for mercy that will not come." Taking his seat at the head their war council, "I want the boy king and his guards saved for last, he must see that his attempts to conquer the Dothraki have failed. His pleas to spare him will fall on deaf ears!"

Jammo could see that the Khal was not joking, there will be no prisoners, no slaves to keep, all will die. He was sending a message to the lands across the poison water, the Dothraki will not kneel.

For the next few hours they spoke, refining their plan, making sure that everyone was in the proper positions, all routes that led from the beach were blocked off by either the cliffs or parts of their horde.

The sound of hooves heading towards them brought a silenced hushed over the Khalasar, the scouts that have been camped out on the ridge were riding.

Drogo stood making his way to the two men sitting on top of the horses, "Are they here?" He asked them, knowing the answer.

Bowing at the Great Khal, "Yes, My Khal, they are coming ashore now, they have secured the hill and have started to setup their camp." Knowing that was their plan, was to get them settled and as the sun began to sink below the horizon was when the dragons would take flight hiding in the sky and flying towards the end of the ships setting them a blaze.

Excitement filled him, it was time to let the blood flow over the sands, beating his chest, Ðrogo looked over the Khals and his Khalasar.

"THEY FINALLY HAVE CAME TO OUR LANDS," pointing to the sky seeing that the sun was starting to descend, "THE MOMENT THE SUN TOUCHES THE HORIZON IT WILL BE OUR TIME TO SHOW THEM OUR MIGHT, NO PRISONERS, NO SURVIORS, THE BOY KING AND HIS GUARDS ARE TO BE SAVED FOR LAST, LET THEM TREMBLE AT THE SIGHT OF THEIR MEN SCREAMING OUT IN PAIN!" His voice carrying over the crowd.

Hearing his name coming from the people, but it was the sound of his Moon's voice that gave him the strength to lead his people. Reaching for her, he placed a kiss on her lips, "I will see you on the beach. I love you; Moon of my life." His eyes finding his son running to him, it was time for the kids to be moved to the clearing in the middle of the forest, kneeling in front of him, "You protect your family. I love you, My Stallion."

Rose wiped her face, "I love you my Sun and Stars." Joining her husband in front of her son, "I love you, Rhogoro, listen to Irri." Placing a kiss on his cheek.

Moving to stand, Rose gasped, her temple pounding, Helios was calling out to her. Her eyes finding the Sky Herd looking towards the sky. Following their gaze, Rose watched as 7 more flew down towards the Khalasar. Looking over Chiron, she could hear his surprise. "Is there something wrong?" she asked him.

Looking into her eyes. "No, she is coming for you, she brought a few more of our herd to watch over the children."

A tear slid down her face, as the horde moved to give them space, Rose stood next to her mate, lifting her hand letting Helios come to her. "Thank you my friend."

Nuzzling into her hand, "You are most welcome." Bringing her nose to her belly, she could hear their heart beats, strong. "Please take care of yourself, trust in R'hllor."

Rubbing her neck, "I do, and I will. I will not leave Drogon's back until the very end. This I promise you, myself, and my children." Taking a step back, she looked at her herd that came with her, "I am grateful for your protection, knowing that they have you will ease all of our minds."

Looking over at her husband, who looked a bit confused, "Sun and Stars, Helios brought some of her herd to watch over the children, they will stay with them until we join them." Seeing his smile brought one to her face.

Drogo walked to his mount's mate, "I will be forever in your debt." Rubbing her neck. Stepping back, he lifted his son, and walked him to the carriage that they were using for the smaller children, "I will see you soon, My stallion."

Letting a few tears slide down her face, Rose watched as the carriages moved deeper into the forest, the Sky herd flanking around them, knowing that they will protect them with their lives. Exhaling deeply, Rose made her way over to Dali and Dani, but her eyes fell to her husband, "I will see you soon, Sun and Stars."

Drogo could only nod, as much as he wanted to hug her, hold her, kiss her, he needed to separate his need for her body and mentally prepare himself for the war, "On the beach, my moon, you will watch me kill the boy king and his guards."

Exhaling, Rose wiped her eyes, looking over at him, "On the beach my love." Turning towards her ladies, she could see that they were saying goodbye to their husbands, "Ladies, it is time for us to meet our destiny."

Her eye never leaving theirs as they stepped away making their way to her side, Rose was pleased with how they were matching her state of dress. Dark pants, a matching tunic that was sleeveless showing the deep blue warrior paint across their arms & faces, but it was the intricate braids that was woven in their hair, reflecting their skills. "Are you ready?" She asked as they stood in front of her.

Dali hand her arms linked through Dani's, but her eyes were on her Khaleesi, "We are Khaleesi." Looking down at Dani, "Are you?"

"I am," taking a deep breath, "I am ready to show the Lannister's, that I didn't buckle, I didn't lose, and I found a home within the Dothraki."

Smiling over at them, Rose stepped forward wrapping her arms around them, "Today, we are stepping into our future. Dali, you are finally able to not only prove to yourself but your brother that you were just as formidable as any man, Dani, you are meeting your past head on, ride a dragon into battle as a Dothraki warrior. And I, get to fulfill my destiny The Great Stallion has asked of me." Exhaling. "I am honored to ride into battle with you both."

Letting herself have another moment, Rose smiled at them, stepping back, her eyes looking over at the dragons, all three of them looked ready to head off into the coming night. Nodding at them, Rose and her ladies moved their way up to the top of the cliffs, as Drogon leaned into her hands, she turned to her ladies who were petting their dragons, "Ivestragī īlva kipagon ezīmagon se bantis hēnkirī."

Rubbing his scales, "Drōgon, ēva iksi inkot pōja ships, iksi naejot sōvegon silently. Gaomagon ao shifang?" She asked him, smiling when she felt his understanding. "Kirimvose, ñuha raqiros."

Climbing up, Rose got herself situated, her eyes looking over the horizon, seeing the King's army get the finishing touches on their camp, and their army spread out on the ridgeline, using the cliffs to protect them from the sides, smirking at the sight, even without Drogon and his brothers, this was a horrible place to defend from, they would be cornered, and driven into the sea with nowhere to go. Fucking idiots.

Looking over her shoulder, she could see that Dali and Dani were ready, giving them a nod, "Drōgon, issa jēda naejot jemagon aōha brothers, sīmonagon eglie ñuha raqiros." Holding onto his spine, Rose held her breath as he dove off the edge, using the Tradewinds to rise high quickly.

Drogo watched as the 3 dragons disappeared into the clouds, closing his eyes he sent a prayer to the Great Stallion to watch over his wife. Taking another moment, he turned to his Khalasar, "It is time, mount your horses, and wait until Drogon flies over our heads to attack."

Turning his attention to Chiron and his herd, bowing slightly, "When you are ready, Great Stallion."

Looking at his children, he could see their nerves and excitement, "Trust your riders, my children, protect them as best you can." Turning his attention to the Khal, giving him a nod.

Drogo rubbed his face, "We shall ride together than." Jumping up onto his back, being mindful of his wings, it took a moment to get comfortable, but once he was, Drogo felt like he was the king of the world on top of The Great Stallion.

Looking over at the other Khals, seeing that they were situated on top of their mounts, "We wait until Drogon is overhead, then we ride. Blood will stain the sands of our lands." Rubbing his neck, Drogo leaned closer to his hear, "We will fly over the ridge with your children, striking more fear in their already weak hearts."

Chiron couldn't help but chuckle, while he couldn't communicate with him the way he could with Rose, but whining loudly, he knew that the Khal would understand.

Drogo watched as his Khalasar readied themselves, "Tonight we ride as one, and by the time the sun rises of the ridge, will we have killed them all." Letting the Great Stallion take him to their holding point, his eyes looking over the water, waiting to see their fire.

Joffrey sat around his tent, while it wasn't the greatest of accommodations, this was to be his life until they started taking the cities. Perhaps after Myr and they take Pentos, he would set up is base of operations in Lord Illyrio's estate, taking it as his. Smiling at the thought, his eyes finding his grandfather frowning.

"What is it?" he asked, his voice annoyed.

Tywin looked down at the boy, then his eyes settled on Ser Gregor, seeing his annoyance with the boy. "I don't like the fact that you didn't come ashore until later, we didn't have enough time to set up the camps for our men nor send a scouting party." All because he was sleeping and didn't want to be disturbed.

Rolling his eyes, "I am not concerned with our men, as long as my generals, have their tents, the soldiers will do their duty, and fight. What else is there?" Turning to Ser Gregor, "You have your accommodations set for the evening?"

Nodding to the brat, "I have, thank you my Lord." Not that he would have excepted anything less, for all his shitty behavior since he's boarded the boat, he was smart enough to keep him happy, even supplied him with a few whores.

Waving his hand, "Relax, tomorrow we ride to Myr." Giving his grandfather a look, "You should rest to, tomorrow is going to be a very busy day. I want Myr, then we press on to Pentos." Grabbing some wine, "Perhaps I should send for my brother, have him ride with us tomorrow." Wondering how much his mother would scream and cry for Tommen, it would bring him pleasure to see her cry over her baby boy.

Controlling himself, Tywin stared down at him, "We are not heading towards Pentos, we will keep ourselves south until we have secured Meereen, it is imperative we stay ahead out of the Dothraki lands until we have the unsullied under your banner."

Slamming his hand down, Joffrey stood his eyes boring into his grandfather, "I am the King, and I say we head to Pentos, Illyrio's estate will be the perfect place for me to manage the war, you will then lead the army wherever you wish."

Tywin could feel his eye twitching, but while it wasn't the best strategy, if this was where Joffrey wanted to wait until he was done, then fine, it would keep him out of his hair, giving him a real chance to win this fucking war without having to argue with a child who knew nothing about war.

Opening his mouth to agree with his grandson's plans, a sound that echoed in the night, loud, large, and frightening. Rushing out of the tent Tywin looked around, his men shaking, "ARM YOURSELVES, HOLD OUR LINES!" he yelled, turning to Joffrey, "Get inside."

Pulling his sword, "I am king, I need to be here." He said if voice trembling. Finding Ser Gregor, "To my side." He ordered. Feeling better when the man was standing over him.

The sound came from over their water again, their eyes turning towards the sound, and all they could see was fire raining down from the sky. Panic ensued.

Cersei looked down at her sleeping children, she hated that she was here, hated that her son thought that bringing his family was wise, and mostly hating the fact that he was a monster. Perhaps Tyrion was right, she was just seeing herself reflecting back when she looked into his eyes.

Lightly petting Myrcella head, at least her other two children weren't like her, they were more like Jaime, kind, and smart. Not cruel like their eldest brother. Placing a kiss on Tommen, Cersei made her way to the deck of the ship, wanting to see the stars.

Finding Jaime leaning against the bow, "I love our son, but he is a monster, if he is to conquer this land, I fear that he will meet the same fate as the Mad King." Repeating the words of her Imp brother.

Looking down at his sister, he couldn't help but agree, "I know." Letting out a sigh, "Perhaps that would be best, Tommen is a better fit for a king, he would listen to council." Feeling shame that he would even say that.

Slapping his face, "He is our son, regardless of anything else, he is our son!" How could he think of killing his own child. Reaching back to slap him again, she was stopped by the sound of the most frightening sound, feeling the sound shake the ship. "Jamie?" she asked, fear coursing through her body.

Pulling his sword, "Get below with our children. NOW." His eyes looking for the source. Looking at the men on the ship, "ARM yourselves. Protect the royal family."

Seeing them grab their weapons, made him feel a bit better, but as he commanded the ship to kill the fires, he could see the outline in the moon of the biggest beast he'd ever seen, and fire spewed from its mouth. Impossible.

Rose looked down over the water, they were at the end of the armada, using the clouds for cover, she could feel Drogon's excitement, "Aderī. Ōregon gīda." Looking to her left and right, seeing Magnus and Rhaegal waiting, her eyes found Dali and Dani, "LEAVE NO SHIP UNBURNED!" she shouted.

Dali nodded, "KILL THEM ALL!"

Dani took a shaky breath, "FOR THE DOTHRAKI!" She yelled back.

Smiling at her warriors, Rose gently petted Drogon, knowing that he was ready. "Drōgon, ivestragī zirȳ rȳbagon aōha might!"

His heart swelled, listening to his rider, he called to his brothers to join him. Driving straight down, his roar followed by his brothers echoing into the night, he could smell their fear.

Keeping her hand on his spine, Rose waited until they were coming on the first set of ships, checking her sides, seeing that both Rhaegal and Magnus were right behind Drogon. Hollering into the wind, "SISTERS, UNLEASH YOUR FURY!"

Rubbing his red and black scales. Smiling at the pleasure she could feel coming off of him, "Dracarys!"

Hearing her call out for him, Drogon knew that he was going to burn everything in path.

Rose watched as the first ships explode from the force of the impact of his fire, the men didn't even have to time to scream, instant death. But as they flew over the armada, Rose couldn't help but smirk at the sounds of the men screaming.

Checking her 3 and 6, she could see that Rhaegal and Magnus were flying in a crisscross pattern behind their brother. They made it so easy, by anchoring the ships so close together, "Ōregon aōha perzys Drōgon. Se dāryssy flag lōgor iksis sepār ahead, zālagon ziry lēda mirre aōha might!"

Jamie looked over the ocean, 3 Dragons were burning their ships, "RAISE THE ANCHOR! NOW, DROP THE SAILS, HARD-TO-PORT!" He needed to use the chaos to sail under the beasts' nose. Watching the men scrabble to get the boat moving in the water, he could hear his sister yelling for him.

"CERSEI, GET BELOW NOW!" he yelled.

Looking up into the sky Cersei could see outline of the black beast, it was upon them, "Jaime, come below, please." She knew that they were going to die, she wanted to die together as a family. Tears filling her eyes.

He knew she was right, sparing a last look at the beast, he dropped is sword and ran into her arms, pulling her down into the cabin with their children, wrapping his arms around them, doing what he could to protect them. The last things he heard was the sounds of his men screaming, splintering of wood, and the cries of his children.

Kissing their heads, "I always loved you."

Rose could see the men trying to shoot their arrows at Drogon, "DRACARYS!"

The heat that came off of him was intense, but as she watched the Kings Ship turn into nothing but splinters, she couldn't help but feel proud. "Ao've gaomagon sȳrī, Drōgon. Sir sōvegon va īlva khalasar, issa jēda syt se horde naejot mōris bisa!"

Tywin watched in horror as the dragons decimated their ships, his family gone, all that was left was his grandson, "PROTECT THE KING! AT ALL COSTS!" He yelled out.

Joffrey could feel piss running down his leg, he was told dragons were dead, but this land had three. Looking at his grandfather, "What do we do?" His voice shaking with fear.

Placing his hand, "They are mindless beasts, they will leave once the ships are gone." Turning to his men, "KILL THE FIRES, STAY QUIET!" He yelled out. Looking down the line, he could see that they were complying.

Staying quiet, they watched as the large beast flew overhead, the other two heading off into the night, breathing a sigh of relief, Tywin knew that they couldn't stay here, this was obviously their nesting ground, "MOVE OUT, NOW!"

Joffrey felt like he was about to die, his heart was racing a mile a minute, looking around, he could see that his men were breaking down their camps, good, the faster they were in Myr, the safer they would be. But as he looked over the land, he could see 4 outlines on large horses.

"GRANDFATHER!" his voice cracking.

Following his finger, Tywin could see men on the ridge, for a moment he would have assumed that they were just curious peasants looking at the destruction from the dragons, but the longer he stared at them, it became clear, they were not peasants. "FORMATION NOW, DOTHRAKI!" This mission was cursed the moment this boy called for war.

Drogo watched as his wife and her riders laid waste to the wooden ships, his eyes taking in the men below, their eyes were so drawn out to what was happening, that they didn't see them sitting on the ridge. Rubbing his mount's neck, "Almost. Then we ride." He whispered to Chiron.
Morro looked over at the Great Khal, "Drogon approaches!" Excitement building.

Sparing a look at the other Khals, Drogo knew that this was the fight that would be sung about for generations amongst the Dosh Khaleen, and the khalasars. Exhaling slowly, his eyes tracked his wife flying overhead, pleased to see that she was safe.

"RIDE WITH ME MY KHALASAR, STRIKING FEAR INTO THEIR HEARTS!" He yelled out into the night. Rubbing Chiron, "Ride my friend. RIDE!"

Chiron reared up, calling to his children, "FOR R'HLLOR, FOR ROSE, FOR THE DOTHRAKI!" Spreading his wings, he ran as hard and as fast as he could using the winds to lift him up above the ridge, while he didn't want to fly over the army, he wanted to have them tremble in fear.

Drogo held his mane tightly in one hand, his arakh in the other, as The Great Stallion glided over the ridge, he spared a glance behind him, smiling when he saw the sheer excitement on the other Khals.

Tywin gasped, impossible. He could hear the murmuring of the troops, "HOLD STEADY! THEY NEED TO LAND TO ATTACK, LANCES OUT!"

Joffrey was hiding behind the Mountain, he knew that he was going to die, no, he was the great king of Westeros, "Ser Gregor, you get me out of here, you can name any prize you want from Kings Landing."

Looking behind him, "I want Casterly Rock, with no more Lannister's, it will come to me." His eyes boring into the boys.

"DONE. Now Get me back to Kings Landing." He ordered.

Grabbing the boy, Ser Gregor was about to put him on a horse and ride out through the path behind their army, but when he checked his intended path, he found it blocked by one of the dragons, turning to the secondary path that he scouted it was blocked by the other. Looking closer to the beasts, they were being ridden by women. "Not possible."

Joffrey could see one of the riders, her hair silver glowing in the moonlight, "TARGARYEN!" Hissing out.

As Rose passed overhead, she could see the lances that were ready for their assault, while the Sky Herd would be fine, but her husband was not immortal, she knew that she needed to clear a path inside the ranks, 10,000 men verses their 100,000 it wasn't even a competition, but she needed to protect them as best she could.

Rubbing his scales, she knew that what they needed to do, "Naejot se beach Drōgon, breach pōja qogron syt se rōvēgrie khali."

Drogon quickly turned, and headed back towards the beach, his eyes focusing on the Khal who was now flying on the horse. Flying past them, he could see the army pointing their sticks at them. He would protect her Khal.

Looking down she could see that Chiron and his herd finally landed, and they were running towards the army, the horde right on their tails, it was such an amazing sight. "Be safe my husband." She whispered. Shaking off her worry, Rose could see that they were about to meet the army, "DRACARYS!"

Drogo watched as Drogon breathed fire into the line, he knew what she had done, cleared their way, giving them a chance to break the line with limited loss. "RIDE THROUGH THE FIRE!" His voice carried out.

Holding his sword, Drogo kept his head down as they jumped through the fire, swinging wide he took off the first head of the men armed only with their pointy swords. Never stopping, he kept swinging his arakh killing as many men as he could, he wanted to be coated in their blood, it was his right.

He could hear the horde they were decimating their army, his eyes finding the kings guards, while he could have rushed them, it was too soon, they needed to feel helpless, hopeless, before he took their lives.

Jumping of the Great Stallion, his eyes could see that their mounted men were mostly dead or being surrounded, it was time to take them on sword to sword. Turning his attention to the four men approaching him, smiling at them, he moved towards them, his heart pounding with excitement their deaths would be brutal.

Ducking under the first sword, he brought his across their belly, seeing his guts spill out on the sands, coming up fast he sliced the other from his cock to his throat, turning towards the third he caught his sword hand bringing down the man's face cutting him down through his skull, tossing him to the ground, his eyes found the fourth kneeling down, begging his sword to the side. Bringing his arakh down he removed the man's head, kicking it towards the Kings Guard.

Gregor made a motion to move, but was stopped by Tywin, "Do not leave our side." For the first time in many years, he was terrified.

Rolling his eyes, he could only nod, his eyes on the large Dothraki, he was who he wanted, when he killed him, the others would kneel at his might. Perhaps he would take the horde as his.

Drogo moved through the men, killing them left and right, as he wanted, he was covered in blood, enjoying how it turned his skin red. Seeing Magnus and Rhaegal they were covering the only routes out, Drogon was behind the army keeping them from attempting to swim away.

Looking around, bodies were everywhere, several dozen of Dothraki men were dead, but all of this army was too. "The BOY KING TREMBLES BEHIND HIS MEN!" He bellowed out. Pointing to the 6 men that were left.

The other Khal's walked behind Drogo, like him drenched in the blood of their enemies.
Tywin watched the lead Dothraki approach, "Joffrey, keep your fucking mouth shut, I might be able to buy are way out."

Not bothering to speak, he just nodded. Wiping the tears from his face.

Looking up as he passed Drogon, "My Moon, join us." Extending his hand up towards her.

Seeing this Tywin knew this was his Khaleesi, leaning towards the archer, "Kill him." He whispered.

Rose grabbed his hand, chuckling at the sight of him, "Blood is a good color on you, sun and stars." Using her hand to wipe his eyes clear. "I am grateful I could see you in battle, you are a sight to behold."

Placing his hand on her back, leading her towards the surrounded men, "I would burn the world for you." He meant that.

The hairs on her neck stood up, without thinking about it, she turned her eyes seeing an arrow coming straight to his heart. Reaching up she snatched it out of the air, holding it just centimeters from his heart. Gasping at the arrow in her hand.

A silent hush passed through the Khalasar, their Khaleesi, Mother of Horses, saved the Great Khal.

Looking down into her eyes, "My love, you saved my life from a coward." Rubbing his thumb across her cheek.

Leaning into his hand, "You are mine to protect, as I am yours." Letting her eyes fall to the men now shaking in fear, she watched as the old one stabbed the archer in the back. She watched his face, he planned this, he wanted to broker a deal.

"The Elder, he was going to kill you, he sacrificed his man to prove that he wasn't the one that ordered it. He has no honor my love. Kill them." She hissed out. Handing him the arrow.

Keeping his hand on her shoulder, he could see the Khals, and his bloodriders joining him, and her riders flanking her, it was time to end this.

Gregor watched as the pregnant bitch caught the arrow, after he killed the Khal, he was going to let her birth that bastard, then he would kill it, and when she was ready, he would fuck her until her belly was swollen with his child. Licking his lips at the prospect of claiming her as his. All he needed to do was kill her husband.

Tywin never seen anything like it, a woman, catching an arrow. She was obviously not born Dothraki, if he didn't know better, he could have guessed that she was member of his family. Too bad she wasn't, she would have been valuable into securing strong matches within Westeros.

Stepping in front but behind Ser Gregro, "I am Tywin Lannister, we surrender." He said, bowing his head. Hoping one of these savages, spoke Common Tongue.

Rose hissed at him, translating what he said to her husband. But in the corner of her eyes, she could see that Dani was shaking with rage.

Drogo nodded, "I do not accept your surrender. Fight for your life. You kill me, you live, if not, I will skull fuck your dead body."

Smirking at her husband, her eyes finding Tywin watching them, "My husband says no, you are to fight for your lives, if you kill him the horde will let you pass, you don't he's going to skull fuck you." Chuckling at the little boy king screeching out in fear.

Joffrey touched Ser Gregor, "KILL THAT SAVAGE!" he yelled out.

Rose growled at him, chuckling when he coward at her, "I would keep quiet if I were you Joffrey Lannister, you have no power here." Her eyes falling to the giant man in front of him, "Do you accept my husband's challenge, or do we kill you where you stand?"

Stepping forward, Gregor looked down at her, "I will enjoy fucking you." Turning his attention to the Horselord, "I accept your challenge."

Touching his shoulder, Rose looked up at her husband, "He is called the Mountain for his size, and The Great Stallion has said he is quick for someone so large. Be careful my love." While she wanted to tell him his intentions if he was to lose, but she thought better of it, he would fight with anger, and this was not the opponent for that.

Nodding to her, he leaned down, kissing her lips, "Moon of my life, I love you." Stepping forward, he looked at the man that was several inches taller than he "Challenge accepted."

Wrapping her arms around Dali and Dani, Rose held her breath sending prayers to R'hllor to give her husband the strength to win.

Swingng his arkah around, Drogo never took his eyes off the man, he could see the tension in his shoulder's, but how he was holding his sword, he was going to come with his right, then punch with his left. Seeing him move, Drogo blocked his sword, and brought his elbow up to his jaw sending him flying back.

Gregor shook his head, "Strong for savage." Standing up, he brought his sword down, clanging against his, using his strength he pushed him down, trying to get him on his knees, but to his dismay, the man was holding strong. Wrapping both hands around the hilt, he kept pushing, it wasn't moving the man. Pushing himself off his sword, he took a step back, the man was built like him, never in his life had he met anyone that was comparable.

Drogo watched him, it was clear they were matched in size and strength, he would have to use more than his skills as a fighter, he would have to outthink him. Swinging his sword from below knowing that he would block, as he heard the clang of their swords, he brought his fist into his nose, hearing the crunch of it breaking. Not wanting to lose momentum, he brought it down across his jaw, but the man moved out of the way.

Gregor spit out the blood that pooled into his mouth, enjoying the first real fight he's really ever had.

Bringing the sword up, he was able to cut his shoulder not enough to disarm him, but to draw blood.

Rose watched as her husband and the Mountain fought, it was definitely back and forth, and it was anyone's battle to win. But soon it wasn't two men fighting with swords, it was two men just fighting. Her husband was holding his own, causing a lot of damage, but Gregor was getting several hits on him as well.

This needed to end, he was getting tired, so was his opponent, Drogo watched as the giant made a motion to kick out. After watching his wife for the last couple years, he knew what she would do. As his foot tried to make contact with his gut, wrapping his arm around his ankle, he brought his elbow down on his knee, hearing the bone crack under his weight.

Screaming into the night, Gregor fell to the dirt, looking up he could see the Dothraki with a cut along his chest, but it didn't seem to faze him, spitting at his feet, "Kill me."

Drogo understood those words. Nodding. He bent down picking up the man's sword, "You fought well." Bringing it down the center of his skull, splitting it in two. Kicking him over, Drogo picked up his arakh, his eyes finding the old man holding the boy.

Tywin grabbed his sword but as quickly as he pulled it, his hand was removed, screaming out, his eyes finding the Dothraki bringing his sword across his neck, reaching for the wound, he fell forward, his eyes seeing the man move towards Joffrey, and the last thing he heard before the darkness took him was his grandson screaming like a little girl.

Joffrey dropped to his knees, his eyes finding the pregnant woman walking at a slow pace with the Targaryen, "I'll surrender the Iron Throne to you Targaryen! Please, don't kill me."

Daenerys chuckled, "It's not mine, I don't want it. I am Daenerys Stormborn, wife to Qotho, Bloodrider of the Great Khal Drogo, mother to Rhaego, witness to the death of the Boy King Joffrey Lannister."

Rose chuckled, "Goodbye Boy King."

Drogo grabbed the boy by his neck, hoisting him up high, smiling as he saw piss trickle down his legs into the sand. "You die like a coward." Wrapping his other hand around his neck, Drogo squeezed tightly, gripping a piece of this throat, he used his strength to rip it off his neck.

Joffrey could see the darkness closing in on his vision, feeling his body being tossed onto the sand, this was not how a great king was supposed to die. Before everything faded black, he could see the savage and his wife kissing, pleased with their victory.

Tossing the boy to the ground, he looked around his Khalasar, seeing everyone but his wife kneel in front of him, reaching for her, he kissed her deeply, "You are safe now, Moon of my life."

"I am grateful for you my Sun and Stars, you protected this Khalasar, our home, and our children." Placing another kiss on his lips, Rose stepped back, she cried out his name, and soon the sound of thousands of men cried out as one, calling for Drogo, The Great Khal, bringer of the Stallion that Mounts the World, Rider of The Great Stallion.

*Valyrian from Google*
- Ivestragī īlva kipagon ezīmagon se bantis hēnkirī – Let us ride into the night together.
- Drōgon, ēva iksi inkot pōja ships, iksi naejot sōvegon silently. Gaomagon ao shifang? – Drogon, until we are behind their ships, we are to fly silently. Do you understand?
- Kirimvose, ñuha raqiros. – Thank you, my friend.
- Drōgon, issa jēda naejot jemagon aōha brothers, sīmonagon eglie ñuha raqiros. – Drogon, it is time to lead your brothers, rise high my friend.
- Aderī. Ōregon gīda. – Soon. Hold steady.
- Drōgon, ivestragī zirȳ rȳbagon aōha might. – DROGON, LET THEM HEAR YOUR MIGHT!
- dracarys – dragon fire
- Ōregon aōha perzys Drōgon. Se dāryssy flag lōgor iksis sepār ahead, zālagon ziry lēda mirre aōha might! – Hold your fire Drogon. The kings flag ships is just ahead, burn it with all your might!
- Ao've gaomagon sȳrī, Drōgon. Sir sōvegon va īlva khalasar, issa jēda syt se horde naejot mōris bisa! – You've done well, Drogon. Now fly towards our khalasar, it is tiem for the horde to end this.
- Naejot se beach Drōgon, breach pōja qogron syt se rōvēgrie khali. – To the beach Drogon, breah their line, for the Great Khal.