Here you go! As promised another chapter this week! And I want to apoligize for my spelling errors, ever since I started learning french, my spelling has gone downhill. And, as always, italicised dialouge is when a character is speaking Dothraki. And another comment says that they picture Vijek as Conan the Barbarian (2011 Remake). I like that better than Sam Clafin, so yeah i guess that would be it. Just with longer hair. Heres a url to what he looks like, . This is kind of just a filler chapter, so kind of short. Comments, questions, concerns, opinions, and helpful critique always welcome!
Rhaenyra's POV
Sighing, I rub my sore legs, and quickly dismount my horse. After two weeks of traveling with the khalasar, I can honestly say that I've never been more sore. My body has been slowly getting used to being on a horse so much, but it still hurts.
I walk over to Dany, who had also just dismounted. She looks up, and smiles at me.
"Guess what I found out." She says excitedly.
"What?" I ask.
"Well, when you told me to ask Drogo about his family to get to know him better, I did, and it turns out that he and Vijek are cousins. Their fathers were brothers." She answers.
"Really? Well now instead of just cousins, they are brothers by marriage." I say.
"Yes, Drogo says that they are very close, they grew up in the same khalasar, but it split when they were teenages, and Vijek went with one half, while Drogo stayed with the other." Dany explains.
"Have you and Drogo talked about children? Because a few nights ago, Vijek mentioned that he wanted children, and I don't know if I am ready to be a mother. I mean, I don't even know how they act, I never knew our mother." I say nervously.
"The topic has never come up between us, so I'm not sure. Why are you so worried? You would be a great mother." She reaches out to link our arms together.
"Uhm, well I was suposed to bleed a week and a half ago. I haven't ever been late. I think I might be pregnant, but I'm not sure, so I don't want to tell Vijek yet." I whisper nervously.
"If you are pregnant, I know you will be a great mother, so don't worry about it. And if you aren't, then you have nothing to worry about." She smiles.
"Thank you. Do you want to be a mother?" I ask.
"Yes, but not just yet. I think being a mother would take a lot of responsibility, but would be very rewarding." We stop walking as we reach my tent.
I hug her goodnight, then walk inside. Mojoanne is already preparing a bath for me, and I undress as I make my way over to the tub. I put a hand thoughtfully to my stomach and decide right then that I am ready to be a mother. I will love my baby no matter what.
Mojoanne notices my hand on my stomach, and reaches out to feel it as well.
"When was the last time you bled?" She asks.
"I am a week and a half late. I think I might be pregnant." I look down at my stomach, it doesn't look any different.
"It is a gift from the Mother of the Mountains." Mojoanne grins at me.
"So are you sure then?" I step into the hot bath, and sit.
"Not completely, but if you do not bleed by the next two weeks, then it will be for sure. But I think you most likely are." She pours water over my head, washing my hair out.
I smile and place my hand back on my stomach. I'm ready for this, I think to myself.