AN: Thanks for all the reviews. I'm going to have this story be about ten chapters long. No idea how I'm going to end it and there may be some time jumps every now and again but it will end… On a happy note, as you have all requested. But that doesn't mean there won't be heaps of angst and drama and action in between. Enjoy.

This chapter includes sexual situations and violence.

Hopelessly Devoted

Chapter Five

A month after their journey began, Dany, Drogo, Ser Jorah and the Dothraki were set up in a warehouse three blocks from Dany's former home. Two Dothraki members, a woman and a man, had taken to walking past the house every morning and afternoon to gather intel to how to eventually attack and take back Dany's empire. Though she had only been with her lover's gang for little over a month, they had each accepted her as their leaders woman. Not lover, girlfriend, potential wife but woman. Dany supposed the ranks of the Dothraki were strengthened by men, not women.

"You have been thinking a lot lately, little one," Ser Jorah said, snapping Dany from her thoughts. Clothed in dark jeans and a blue sweater, Dany was perched outside the warehouse looking over the water that ran past. The older man came and sat beside her, eyes still looking around. Jorah had explained after Viserys was killed that he had followed Dany and Drogo after he had overheard her brother's conversation with someone on the phone and tried to warn them before anything happened. She was glad she could still rely on her old friend, her bodyguard as she called him.

"I used to come here and play as a child, before anything happened. Viserys and I would come down here and skip stones on the water while our parents conducted business." Chuckling at the thought of returning to the life that had been snatched away from her, Dany wiped away the stray tears that threatened to fall. Since the night her brother had been killed by her lover, Dany had not shed a tear. Not when anyone had died, when Drogo had been harmed or when she had thought about her past life. That was all over now. Her parents and Viserys were not coming back and her future to reclaiming her empire was Drogo and his Dothraki. "Never mind," she whispered, standing and brushing her hands over her jeans, "Is Drogo back yet?"

Jorah nodded and nodded his head back towards the warehouse. "He's in conference with some friends that live round here. They've been chatting about finally attacking the place."

"Shouldn't I be in there?" Dany asked, confused and hurt that he hadn't asked her to sit in on the meeting, "Its my empire after all."

"Yes, but should you know of the plan, Drogo worry about you being killed. The less people that know of their plans the better. Should he wish you to know how he is getting your empire back, you will hear of it from him, and only him." Dany nodded as Jorah stood and stretched. "I'm getting to old for this." Dany chuckled and the two began their walk back to the warehouse. Drogo stood outside, chatting to a man almost the same height as him.

"I'll hear from you soon then," he said, ending the conversation as he spotted Dany and Jorah approach. The man nodded and hopped into his car, the car speeding away and gone before Dany had even reached her love. "Darling girl," Drogo said, holding a hand out to her and pulling her close, "I have missed you these last few days. I'm sorry my nights are so full of work. When I have come to bed and found you asleep, I feel like an unworthy man as I have no savoured your skin or your touch as I should."

"Don't worry," Dany replied, reaching out a hand to touch his cheek, "I'm still yours." Since the death of Viserys, Drogo had often asked her how she was feeling about it, about him killing her only remaining kin. She had simply shrugged and said, "What's done is done," and they had always ended up making love afterwards. Though they would lay in each others arms until they fell asleep, Drogo felt as though his taking of her brothers life had created a rift between them, even now a month later as her brothers body lay rotting in some grave. "Come, tonight we shall go out."

"Drogo, we can't be seen here. Something will happen."

"No, I know of a place. I once visited this city when I was young and there is something I wish to show you." Dany nodded and followed him inside to change. Drogo suggested a comfortable outfit as they would be riding for an hour and the weather was most likely to be chilly. Dany agreed and changed into a warm dress, tights and a black sweater while Drogo simply threw a leather jacket on over his black t-shirt and jeans. With a quick farewell to Jorah, Drogo placed Dany on the bike and sped off with her, her hands tightly bound around his middle.

Almost an hour later, Drogo pulled off the road onto an old dirt road that led into a small wooded area. Dany watched as he pulled up at a quiet crystal clear lake. "Drogo," she whispered as he helped her off the bike and smiled down at her.

"I came here with my mother when I was young. We would sit and enjoy the quiet. When your mother doesn't get to spend much time with you, you start to enjoy simple things." Dany had learned that Drogo's mother had been a stripper who had slept with a very important businessman and conceived Drogo but he didn't know, or want to know, who his father was. When his mother died when Drogo was only twelve, she took his name to the grave with her and no one knew of his identity. After five years in the foster system, Drogo finally reached the legal age and left, moving west to find work. He had gained a reputation as a lethal fighter, training himself in boxing and kickboxing as well as various martial arts. The local gang, the Hume, had noticed him and taken him in as a member, leading Drogo up to his first kill by twenty-one.

When the leader of the Hume died, Drogo was named heir of the gang and everyone followed him, even when he changed the name of the gang to the Dothraki, meaning horse lords. Drogo had then spent the next five years strengthening his gang and making sure their authority was never challenged. Dany once wondered why his hair was so long and Drogo had explained that the Hume had a custom that the Dothraki acquired. When a Dothraki is killed or hurt in a fight, their braid is cut to show weakness. Drogo had never lost a fight.

"Do you like it here?" he asked her, smiling down at her small form. Dany liked this side of him that he saved just for her. She nodded and took his hand in hers, the sun beginning to set lightly beyond the horizon.

"Yes, my Khal," she responded, pulling him down to the ground with her. It had been almost a week since they had slept together and Dany knew that hey would get fewer chances in the days to come. Drogo understood her movements and captured her lips with his own before they hit the ground. Soon they were both naked, Dany astride her lover as he filled her and palmed her breasts. Dany cried out in passion as he flicked her nub with his finger, making her flush red from her release. "Yes Drogo, yes, yes, yes," she panted as he flipped them over and began to thrust harder and faster, a tell tale sign that he was close also. She grasped his face in her hands and made him look at her, "I love you," she whispered, as her eyes rolled back in her head once more as her passion overcame her. At her words, Drogo roared and finished, his arms braced on either side of her head as he panted, minutes after his release.

Though she realised he hadn't said it back, Dany was not ashamed that she had announced her feelings for him. He had to know, she thought, he has a right to know. Drogo lowered his face to hers and kissed her softly and Dany had a feeling he would want to go again. The shrill call of his cell phone ringing in his pants pocket made his groan with annoyance as he dug through his pants for the phone.

Still buried inside his lover, Drogo flipped the phone open and shouted a , "What!" in the speaker. Dany watched as his face changed from one of pure contentment to annoyance to confusion and finally to shock and anger. "What the fuck!" he yelled, pulling himself up and out of Dany and quickly grabbing his clothes, dressing as Dany pulled her own clothes on. He held his shirt in his hand as he listened to the other end and pulled Dany towards the bike, putting her on before pulling his shirt and jacket on. Dany was fully confused now as he snapped the phone shut, threw it in his pocket and roared out "FUCK!" before kicking at the ground and punching the air.

"Drogo?" she whispered, terrified of the man before her. Though she knew he was a killer and was able to hurt many people, she had never seen this side of him before and it frightened her. He turned, his face red and angry.

"We need to get back," he replied, not telling her of the horrible conversation he had just had. Quickly jumping on the bike, Drogo started it up and began their hour-long journey back to the warehouse. The whole time, Dany held the back of the bike instead of her arms around his middle.

Upon return to the warehouse, Dany gasped and covered her mouth with one hand. The warehouse was burnt to the ground and many of the Dothraki around it were wearing bandages. Dany noticed the blood of many and quickly shot her eyes around to find her friend. "Jorah?" she called, "Jorah!"

"Dany," a voice whispered and Dany turned to see Jorah leaning against a pallet of crates, his hand holding onto his stomach.

"DROGO!" she shouted, catching the attention of her lover as she ran to her old friend. "Jorah! Jorah please." Jorah smiled, blood on his teeth now apparent as he smiled at her, "Jorah, hang on, we'll get you to the hospital."

"No, Dany," he replied as Drogo kneeled down beside them, "I am old, I've lived my life and I have protected you. I feel shame though that I was not able to see you reclaim your empire." Dany felt the tears, tears she hadn't shed for her brother or for the last month, swell up in her eyes. As they finally released as ran down her cheeks, Jorah lifted a hand and touched her cheek. "You will reclaim your empire, little one, I know you will. It's always been you Dany. You are a leader, the leader your parents wanted."

Dany held onto his hand and Drogo watched the apparent friendship between the two unfold before him. He was unaware of their closeness until this moment and simply thought of Jorah as Dany's bodyguard. "Drogo," the old man said, his eyes finding the others, "Look after her. Love her, trust her, and bring her the empire she deserves." Dany completely broke down at that moment as the old man's eyes finally closed, Drogo took her in his arms and whispered two words that would forever bind him to this woman and her future.

"I will."

Wow. Long chapter and so much happening. I'm sorry I killed off Jorah but it was either him or Drogo and since you guys still want Drogo around… someone had to kick it. Don't know what's going to happen next chapter but we will defiantly find out who started the fire and who shot Jorah. What did you guys think of pissed-off Drogo? A little crazy? Yeah, well it was fun to write. Don't forget to review, I love reading them.