~Vaes Khadokh~

Satine gazed outside, watching silently as the Dothraki people went about their daily lives. She found them suddenly interested as she realized that this was their life. This was what they knew all of their lives and what they did all the time.. They didn't do anything else, but this.

Satine walked closer, she was barely covered in anything that she would call a dress. Her blonde hair was longer now and came down in curls near the curve of her butt cheeks, she could feel heat kissing her skin repeatedly. Satine observed them carefully as they cut the skin off of their animals naturally. There weren't many children running around which perplexed Satine since there were so many men running around, but less women. She wondered where the girls went off to.

But in the back of her mind, she knew where they went as she watched one of the men take a woman in the middle of the camp. No one even blinked. No on ever blinked.

She watched as they made their homes out of nothing wherever they went. She was truly amazed by how they could pack up their things and then move their homes altogether to another place. They could make their home anywhere.

Satine turned away when she felt fingers lightly graze her bare back before twirling a curl around their finger.

"What do you want?" She asked in frustration. "I thought you left to go hunting with the others."

"And leave you behind?" Khal Morgo mused. "That would be unwise."

"Is it because of me or your men?"

"Both."

He walked away from her and went to the map across the table. "The dress looks beautiful on you."

She scoffed. "I would hardly call this a dress. This is just a piece of cloth covering the parts you like the most."

He shrugged. "I like your stomach, your back, and your legs."

"But you wouldn't dare have the men see my breasts and the hole between my legs now, would you? I hear the Dothraki sometimes share their women between each other...will you share me?"

His eyes travelled up the length of her body lustfully. "Never. You are not a woman to be shared among others."

"Maybe," she whispered softly "Or maybe you're lying. Maybe once you're finished with me then I'll be shared."

"If you keep running your mouth at me then I just might let them."

"No, you won't," she countered. "Men like you can't afford to let a woman like me get away from you so easily."

"Tell me of these men in their stone houses...which of them do I need to kill first? Make an example out of."

Satine chuckled. "You think that I'll actually tell you anything? You must be crazier than I thought you would be. You won't succeed at this mission. You're not the first khal who's thought of taking Westeros and you won't be the last. I will discuss these battle plans with you when I've seen that you've trained your horses to walk on water."

Khal Morgo chuckled once more and then walked towards her before holding her chin tightly between his fingers. "I am still amused by you."

Satine pulled away from his grip and turned to leave just as he warned her, "I won't be amused for long and someday you will submit to me one way or another."

"I already submitted myself to a man before and I didn't like it then."

"Where are you going, Satine?"

"Hunting."

He chuckled. "Do you even know how to hunt?"

"No, but I'm going to find out."

He sighed heavily before striding towards her. "You won't last a moment out there."

"I'm a fast learner."

"I'll teach you."

"You'll what?"

Khal Morgo suddenly whacked a piece of metal onto the back of her knee. Satine cried out in agony as she fell to the floor. She glared up at him and quickly moved out of the way as he slammed an axe near the side of her head. She rolled away onto feet as Khal Morgo told her, "You want to be better. I'll teach you."

Satine stared up at the statue of the Smith, thinking, I may need you help for a while...there is a lot of work that needs to get done.

She walked away from each of the statues and glanced at every one of them as she walked in the Sept of Baelor.

"Such magnificent statues," a voice said from behind her.

She smirked. "And yet to some they are intimidating because of their power over us...but what have they really done for any of us? It doesn't matter if we pray to them because they won't listen, they don't have the time to."

"Do you believe in the gods, my lady?" Varys asked.

"No, I never did. Lost my faith awhile ago. In this moment, perhaps I will pray to them all to give me the strength to get through my nephew's wedding."

Varys smiled and chuckled. "The Targaryen girl across the Narrow Sea has conquered two of the great slave cities. First Astapor and then Yunkai fell before Daenerys Targaryen's forces, and hundreds of thousands of freed slaves now flock to her banner."

"Conquered? She sounds like she's carving a path of liberation, not one of conquest."

"Meereen is in her eyesight. Perhaps we should all be worried."

"Perhaps."

"My little birds tell me that as her army grows so do her friends," Varys informed. "I wonder who's been telling her where to go and who to kill."

"She has two extraordinary military soldiers at her side, they know where to go and who to kill as you put it, Lord Varys," Satine reminded him.

"My lady, I think that your time away from here has taught you many things about life itself."

She shook her head. "No, I taught to survive, my lord. I had to survive, grow a spine, and know to never trust anyone. I had to learn to kill, I've never killed. Jaime only taught me the basics of fighting and I was taught so much more. You could say that a lot of work needed to be done onto me. Good day, Varys."

Satine saw something black move in the corner of her eye and she moved towards it, following this person. She quickly went down the steps and ran into the nearby set of trees, she breathed heavily as she saw no one there. Her eyebrows furrowed as she quietly stepped through the trees. Suddenly a chain was wrapped around her neck and she quickly put her fingers between the chain and her neck. They stumbled together as she backed them into a tree. She shoved him again into the tree and he grunted, releasing the chain a little bit. She twirled around, twisting the chain until it fell out of her hands.

Satine kicked him in the back of the knee just as he dodged her incoming fist towards her. He shoved her away from him and she back-flipped away from. He seemed shocked for a moment before pulling out two swords and running towards her. Satine grabbed the chain from off of the ground and whipped it towards him. She managed to hit him over the head just as he slashed her arm.

She looked down at the gash on her upper arm. "You better hope that you didn't infect me with that thing."

Satine, ragefully, ran towards him swinging the chain towards one of the swords, wrapping itself around it. She pulled him towards her and slammed her knee into his stomach. As he was bent over in pain, she quickly slammed her fists into the back of his neck. Once he fell to the floor, she kicked away his weapons.

"Who sent you?" She asked calmly.

He didn't answer.

She then broke one of finger, specifically his index finger then his middle was next. "Tell me! Or I'll keep breaking things and trust me when I say that they will be things that you will miss."

Satine looked down at him and frowned. "Who sent you?"

"Wanted me to kill you...y-you knew...knew too much…"

"What are they hiding? Who is trying to kill me? Who?!"

"You...y-you are surrounded by e-enemies...they will come for you...kill me, more will come after you," he told her.

Satine grabbed his sword and shoved the blade of his sword against his neck. "Who?"

He started to suddenly laugh at her like he some sort of madman, she stabbed his sword into his neck slowly. Blood poured out of the wound as she stood up and wiped her wound clean of the blood. Satine rolled his body into the bushes as if something had happened. She freshened her up a little before making her way back to the Sept of Baelor.

Satine made her way towards her place near the front of the crowd on the groom's side which was where her family stood. Satine stood by Jaime and next to Cersei, sighing heavily.

"You're not late though you did miss this morning-"

"I had plans," Satine interrupted Cersei with a smile.

"You have an appearance to keep up with, Satine-"

"No, I don't," Satine said to Cersei, receiving looks from her family as she looked at Cersei. "I don't have to do anything that you say. Not anymore. You're not Queen anymore, not after today. Margaery Tyrell is the Queen now and if you try to screw with that, you will wish that I had never come back, Cersei."

Cersei opened her mouth to reply, but their father scolded, "Enough bickering with you two. Discuss this later."

Satine tuned out the wedding ceremony as she felt eyes on her, she turned around and caught Oberyn Martell's eyes. He winked at her and she chuckled lowly, shaking her head as she turned back around. Jaime looked at her oddly then grunted a little as he saw Oberyn.

"Seems you have an admirer," Jaime whispered.

"I happen to tolerate this admirer so stay outta my way," Satine whispered back with a smirk and a dangerous gleam in her eye.

"What happened this morning?"

"Someone happened, but don't worry, brother, I took care of him."

Satine went back to her thoughts, wondering who was after her. She wondered if it was any of her own who tried to kill her. Satine was wondering why they would go after her, she was sure that they must've had the wrong person. He said that she had been asking questions, looking for answers, but she had been doing just the opposite actually.

Satine thought that maybe people were truly getting suspicious about her since her return home. After the ceremony, her brother and her sister led her outside.

"Why? Why are you being this way?" Cersei asked harshly. "We're family. We're sisters. Why are you turning your back on your family now?"

Satine raised her eyebrow at her. "If we are truly family as you say we are then why did you try to have me killed? That's why I'm a little pissed off."

Cersei's face transformed from confusion to anger. "I find that you thinking I tried to kill you is the most ridiculous thing you could've ever thought of-"

"Someone tried to have me killed and I don't know who it was," Satine told them. "But I will find them."

"I could never kill you," Cersei admitted. "You're still my sister and I've always loved you."

Satine lowered her head a little. "I know and I know it may seem as if I don't about any of you, but that's not true. A lot happened me when I was gone, some of them were good and some were bad. I had to learn to survive first though and that changed me completely. I did things that I am not proud of, but the only thing that should matter to you is that I came back. I don't think our Father will ever let me leave again."

Satine turned around and started to walk away from her siblings. She noticed that Oberyn was now walking beside her.

"Everyone here seems to think that you are not deadly because you have a pretty face and you were born a Highborn, but I don't think that."

She scoffed. "You think so?"

"That man you fought earlier thought so."

"They always do," she mused.

Oberyn grabbed her arm and asked her quietly, "They don't see the haunted look you have in your eye. The look of a killer. What happened to you while you were gone?"

She smiled nervously at him.. "It wasn't all sunshine and rainbows, Oberyn. Nothing ever is."

"Why didn't you come back earlier?"

"I couldn't," she confessed before making her way down to the reception area. She winced a little at her wound and then continued to walk, shaking off the pain as she always did.

Pain makes you better, she remember Khal Morgo said to her once before he hit her repeatedly. Her pain was teaching her something, it was supposed to teach her to be better, but she never understood that.

She never would. All she knew was that she got away from him and that one day, he would pay dearly for what he did.

TBC…

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I know it's confusing about Satine and where she stands with her family. She believes that her family has done a lot of wrong and feels as if she wants to right those wrongs somehow, but can't because she loves them. Satine knows that they care for her, but now that someone tried to have her killed, she can't trust anyone anymore. At first, she does think that Cersei tried to have her killed, but then sees that she was wrong.

Back in Vaes Khadokh, she was a slave at first, but then Khal Morgo saw her as useful to his plans. He keeps her around and then she refuses him during the battle plans as a way of a distraction to buy more time for herself. In her mind, she's trying to think of a way to escape. Like Jaime, she wants to go home at this point and is trying to find a way home by means of escaping the Dothraki. She doesn't like Khal Morgo so when she decides to learn from him, she gets a lot of pain in the process in order to make her better. Honestly, this storyline is my favorite because this to me is where she truly became a great fighter and on the path to being The Black Mamba.

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