Chapter 6
The Throne of Embers
Eskaar breathed very heavily. The pain in his leg was now feeling better now resting but he could not be sure he would outrun these mysterious armed men. He looked around. He seemed to be in a storing area of some kind. Boxes, crates and cargo containers were piled all around him, labelled with symbols and sigils Eskaar did not recognise. Bang. The men were no doubt attempting to break down the main door. Bang. Eskaar thought quickly. He ran a hand over his bald head, feeling the sweat as he thought what to do. Bang. Then he had an idea. Grabbing a metal rod he ripped open a lid of a very large container, he made out a sigil of some kind of stag. Bang. He claimed inside and pulled the lid over, just as the front gate came crashing to the ground and several armed men walked in. A short moment of silence then Eskaar listens to crates being toppled over. "Savage!" shouted a gruff voice "We know you are in here!" boots on stone grew closer and Eskaar tried desperately to breath deeply but quietly. "Come out now! And you have my word we will only remove one fucking hand. Usually its both for a thief!" A few other men sniggered. Footsteps were now right next to Eskaar's hiding place and he stuffed some straw into his mouth to keep from gasping his deep breaths. "If you don't" said the gruff voice. "We will cut off your fucking head and send it back to you're Dothraki friends as a present!".
Just then there was a clattering of feet at the large gate and a familiar voice said "Sadin! What a surprise!" "Fuck you Daario! This doesn't concern you!" "usually, no it wouldn't" said Daario, and Eskaar heard footsteps walking toward him "Unfortunately for you Sadin, this place is property of the Second Sons!" There was a long silence, even through the thin wood of Eskaar's hiding place he could feel the glare of many eyes, and the rising of tensions. "Take him Gentlemen!" there was a great roar and the sound of swords clashing rang out loud and firm. yells and the sound of steel cutting through flesh, right next to Eskaar as he steadied himself as the crate he was in was knocked to the floor with a crash. The lid flew off and Eskaar came tumbling out. "Sav..." Sadin began, but then upon making a horrible gurgling noise, Eskaar saw a handle in the shape of a provocative looking woman protruding from the back of Sadin's head. He collapsed to the floor with a fleshy thud.
"Well, Well" Smiled Daario. Ripping the silver woman from the body. "Eskaar son of Eshit" He opened his arms wide in welcome. A few men approached Eskaar blades stained with blood. "Its alright lads, I know this guy. He came here to be a fucking second son!" he said looking at Eskaar winking "Y-yes I do" said Eskaar catching on. Well if you would like to come with us we will take you for a breif run down of what we do here in this good city" Said Daario throwing an arm around Eskaar's shoulder and walking with his men out of the wrecked door.
"It was...A wonderful send off" panted Freya. "My father deserved so much... more!" said Riuk passionately pushing forward against Freya's Smooth dark back. He tattoo's seeming to glow a fiery scarlet in the moonlight, which shon over the bed. "You will...become king" said Freya. Her black, Raven hair gently swaying in the lustful embrace. "I will!" Riuk muttered. A bead of sweat ran down the side of his face as he put a hand under Freya and turned her over onto her back. "When I am king" he said, running a hand over her bare chest. "I will make ...our people strong". He then stopped and looked down at Frya's naked body beneath him. The moonlight still eliminating her tattoo's giving her a strange hypnotic beauty. He lay down next to her looking deep into her light brown eyes. A few strands of her hair, had fallen over her face stuck to her forehead with sweat. Riuk brushed it behind her ear and left his bandaged hand on her cheek. "My Father was strong. But he underestimated the Dothraki's savage nature" He rolled over onto his back and rubbed his eyes with his palms "And that scout coming this morning and reporting that Drogo might be returning has not made things easier".
He felt Freya climb on top of him and he winced a little as the pain in his back throbbed. "Sorry" said Freya and she attempted to get off but Riuk put his hands on her waist keeping her in position. "Its fine" he said smiling. She grinned coyly and she began to move. "Shenzi left to go back to her birth village Lhazareen?" He asked as Freya continued to move her hips faster, closing her eyes in pleasure. "Yes, she even took up her original birth name too, Mirri Maz Duur" Freya's words tailed off, as she put her head back gently with the building ecstasy. "I..Didn't...I didn't know a skull priestess could do that" Freya said giving a sharp intake of breath "They can't after they have become Drakon" said Riuk feeling the ecstasy growing too. "But she...never went through the trial of... fire!" Riuk found himself letting go and It seemed Freya was too. They were still for a moment allowing the pure bliss to shoot through their bodies in the passionate heat. Then she fell on top of him, taking deep breaths. Riuk rolled her over and placed her head gently on her pillow. He lay back down staring up at his ceiling, his ears ringing slightly. "I will miss her too, she was the closet thing to mother I had" he looked at Freya who looked blissfully content with her eyes closed. She probably wasn't listening but he continued anyway.
"She helped me out of my mother when I was born, conducted the funerals of countless, healed the sick and said prayers to the lord of light...but now". Tears began to form in his eyes. "She is gone..My father is gone...Lala is gone". The tears now streaming down his face, he let out a slow steady breath and he felt a hand squeeze his tight. He looked over at Freya, her brown eyes fixed into his and said "I will not go" She grabbed his hand and put it onto her bare stomach "And neither will our daughter" Riuk looked at her abdomen and smiled "How do you..." he began, but he was cut off with a hand to his lips "One last gift from Shenzi...of the Drakon". She smiled back "She blessed me, before she sent off back to her birth family" She closed her eyes and lay her head back down. Riuk beamed then rolled over to embrace her tightly. "Will she be all right?" asked Riuk "I'm sure that..Mirri will be fine" said Freya "I think she mentioned something about a Godswife?" Riuk felt a small bolt of disappointment shoot through his heart "So she is really leaving the Drakon behind" he let go of Freya and closed his eyes, feeling a few tears still left clinging to his lashes. "I will make things better Freya" said Riuk his eyes still closed "I will bring strength to the Ember Throne...and to my father's memory. He then drifted slowly off to sleep.
The Ember Throne gleamed in a magnificent blend of scarlet and amber coloured light as the dawn sun shon onto it. The new Death Priestess, Zafna, dressed in the familiar black robes and skull facepaint as Shenzi, called out to the countless number of Drakon crowded into the great hall "People of the Dragon, here me." As she spoke, she walked toward Freya who stood next to the Throne of Embers gently holding a plain but glorious, golden crown embodied with shining Amber jewels. "I present to you upon the passing of our great King Shanok, his son" She held a hand open toward the mighty oak doors "Riuk, Son of Shanok, Now King of the Drakon!" The doors swung open to reveal Riuk, dressed in a full ceremonial Ice bear pelt and baring blue face paint, which clashed magnificently with his blue eyes. Riuk walked slowly forward and the crowd began to roar in celebration, flowers flew toward Riuk. Colours of Blue, Red and Yellow flying past his line of sight like brightly coloured fish. He continued to walk and eventually came to a stop in front of the death priestess who gestured to Freya to step forward. Beaming, Freya gave the Crown to Zafna who held it high above her. The crowd seemed to escalate the cheers and Zafna's words were slightly muffled over the noise which actually made Riuk chuckle. "Lord of Light we pray in your name to bless this Dragon bloods rule". Zafna placed the Crown upon Riuk's head.
He turned and faced the screaming crowd who clapped and shouted his name. Riuk raised a hand and thought of his father. The crowd died down though not completely but enough for Riuk to be heard "My father was brave!" he said loudly his voice carrying through the huge room "It will be difficult to follow his wisdom and greatness. But I promise to guide our people to the best of my power and defend us with all my might!" he raised both arms as he finished and the crowd once again roared its triumph, as he walked up the small set of stairs and sat upon the Ember throne. The sun still gleaming its golden glow.