The day came slowly to an end and when it did, Celia or the new Halli, felt fear once again. Would he take her as he had done Daenerys in the show? They weren't married but she knew that the Dothraki men didn't care so much about that.

She stood against the wall as he came in, towering in the space with his large size. He was a hulk of a man with a fierce face and suddenly, Celia felt very aware of him.

Drogo's eyes raked over her and moved towards his bed. She swallowed as he removed his belt and pants. Thankfully, he had something on underneath so he wasn't naked. Swallowing, she looked at her feet as he climbed into bed. "Where…...where am I supposed to sleep?"

Looking up at his silence, she saw him lift his animal skins and look at her. He expected her to lay with him?! Celia stared at him with wide eyes and began to shake her head. His chuckle caused her to stop. "Halli, I'm not going to rape you. I would never have any harm to come from a gift from the Great Stallion."

His words caused a calm to wash over Celia and she smiled, removing her boots and the skirt, leaving herself in just the top and the shorts. When she lay in the bed, her back was to him. He sighed and ran his fingers over the padding on her wounds. "I apologize for this."

Biting her lip, she shrugged and lay her head on one of the firm pillows. "I can somewhat understand their reaction. I just appeared out of nowhere. Of course they would be angry. They wouldn't want any danger to come to their Khal."

Her words of understanding caused a small smile to grace his face. He lowered the animal skins over them and wrapped his strong arms around her. Feeling her tense, he chucked against the back of her neck. "You're safe, Halli. No harm will come to you here."

Feeling warm and safe, Celia's eyes closed and she fell to sleep almost instantly.

Over the coming weeks Celia settled into somewhat of a routine. She helped take care of the horses and Drogo was even able to get her a bow to practice with. Her egg sat in a small box with candles surrounding it. The candle light glistening on the silver hardness of the shell was beautiful to look at.

Some of the men who served Drogo still did not trust her and would give her dirty looks and whisper things as she passed, but she tried to pay them no mind. With the help of her friend Ashi, the women of this tribe were warming up to her and Celia couldn't be happier.

Sometimes the sores on her back would throb but other than that, her bruises had healed and she was getting stronger. Ashi was doing her best to teach Celia the Dothraki language, but Celia was finding difficulty with it. She could understand the words but not speak it very well. Drogo helped as well when he wasn't busy training his men or fighting battles away from the camp.

It seemed they moved camp so often and Celia was trying to get used to the nomadic lifestyle. Celia used an extra horse but it was one of her dreams to have a horse of her own.

While Drogo was gone, she stayed in his tent, Ashi and a few of the stronger women watching over her. Celia had seen a few of them fight and she had to admit that they were vicious. They were waiting outside at the moment as Celia was wiping down her practice blade.

Her head lifted and she smiled as she heard the galloping of many horses approaching. "Halli!" She heard Ashi calling her name and she left the tent, watching as Drogo dismounted. He looked fierce and covered with dirt and sweat. She saw a few cuts with dried blood and Celia frowned, knowing she would clean them when they were alone.

He made his way to her, his eyes softening as he took her face in his rough hands. "Halli, I have a gift for you." Blinking her surprise, Celia smiled up at him, her green eyes shining in the sunlight. "What is it?" She asked, following him as he grabbed her hand and led her towards a group of horses.

Drogo stopped in front of one that was the most beautiful thing that Celia had ever seen. He was white, with gray spotting and black legs. His mane was jet black and his tail a deep brown lightening to a sandy blonde at the tip. Reaching out her hand, he placed his gray nose into her hand, snuffing her hand with air.

Laughing softly as he did so, she turned her eyes to Drogo, who was watching her receive his gift. "This is your very own stallion, Halli. A great stallion befitting the Moon." His sweet words brought a sheen of tears to her green eyes, but the moment was shattered by an angry yell.

The noise came from a man who watched them with disgust. The same man who had whipped Celia when she first arrived. He was holding his blade in his hand and challenging Drogo. Apparently this man thought that Drogo was showing far too many feelings towards Celia and was growing soft.

He accused Celia herself of being a witch and uncaring if anyone agreed with him. Celia swallowed as she watched Drogo tense and his eyes go dark. Biting her lip, she put her hand on his arm but he gently shrugged her off.

Ashi pulled her away and behind the safety of her women as the two men began to fight. Drogo was taunting the man, but had more wounds on his chest. He seemed to be dragging it out, and she had no idea why. Celia had seen him in the training ring, and he was a beast. No one died in the ring of course, and she had a pit in her stomach that she would witness her first death today.

Soon, Drogo grew bored and sliced the man's throat open, causing Celia to gasp. With a fierce grin, Drogo gripped the man's tongue and ripped it from him, watching him fall to the ground. Celia's eyes closed and she turned away, feeling her stomach roll. She knew that Drogo had killed the man in her honor, but she couldn't bear it.

A sob tore from her throat and she ran away from the scene, Ashi following close behind. Drogo watched with a frown but celebrated his victory as the unbeaten Khal. Celia felt herself retch when she reached the tent and Ashi placed a pot underneath to catch the sickness.

Ashi rubbed her back and gave her water to rinse her mouth. "Try and understand, Halli. Any man who challenges the great Khal must be put down." Celia nodded, looking to Ashi. "I understand. Just difficult."

Ashi blinked, confusion filling her. "Being a part of the Great Stallion, surely you must have heard stories from our warriors before?" Celia swallowed some water, and wondered how to answer her friend. "Yes, I've heard. But seeing…...different."

Celia hated that she couldn't speak Dothraki very well yet. It made it difficult to carry on a conversation. Ashi nodded and excused herself. She knew that her Lady needed time to be alone.

Celia watched her go and tears fell down her cheeks as she climbed into the bed, facing the wall. She knew that she was in another world, quite literally, but she never thought about what she would have to see here.

Someone entered the tent and she froze, her eyes tracing the lines of the tent wall. "Halli…." Turning to face him, she saw Drogo actually looking sheepish. He didn't show much emotion outside of the tent, obviously he was Khal and couldn't show weakness. However, in the tent with Celia, he let his walls down.

"He had to be killed, Halli. He would have come after you otherwise, and I couldn't….." He stopped, watching her sit up. Nodding, Celia stood, moving to him. "I understand. It was just a shock." Grabbing some water and a rag, Celia began to clean his wounds, applying the paste afterwards.

"I appreciate my gift, Drogo. He is magnificent." Smirking, pride filled his face and Celia laughed. "Don't get a big head." She smiled up at him, handing him a piece of cooked horse meat. He took a large bite and chuckled at her. "After we eat, we can go look at your horse again. He needs a name."

Smiling again, she took a bite of her meat as well and nodded. "Sounds good to me. And Drogo?" He turned his dark eyes to her, his brow raised in question as he saw her staring at her hands with her cheeks red. "I'm glad you weren't hurt during this battle."

His eyes roamed over her and a soft smile graced his face. "As am I, Halli."