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Nunnally clung to and buried her face in her brother's clothing as women began to whisper to each other. Men reached for their spears and a few men, dressed in leather armor similar to ancient Egyptians, pointed the pointed ends at the group. Suzaku pulled out his sword and placed the flat side against a spear's shaft, warning the others.
Suzaku's eyes looked past the guards to the man who must've been their employer. He was an older man with a potbelly and a full brown beard streaked with silver. Two tiny braids hung from his chin. He was dressed in a long pale tunic with a rich crimson one over it.
Behind him stood two younger persons, a man and small girl. Both had long silver hair, pale skin and intense purple eyes. The man's hair was cut at his shoulders and partially held back with a braid. He wore a dark-colored suit and a sword on his hip. The girl had longer hair and wore a sheer white gown. Both had pins of a three-headed dragon.
"Who are you people?!" barked a guard. "Put your sword away and explain yourselves. Talk fast, boy, and no harm will come to you and your ladies." Suzaku rolled his eyes.
"Well. Doubtful its the first time Lelouch has been mistaken for a girl."
"I take orders from one person," Suzaku growled.
"You idiot, stand down," Lelouch rasped out as he opened his eyes. Nunnally squealed and tightly hugged her brother as she helped him sit up. "And you are you calling a girl?" The man looked at Lelouch's chest then back to his face as the teen stood up, wobbling on his legs. Suzaku sheathed his sword slowly as one of the guards reversed his hold on his spear and poked at Lelouch's chest. The boy squeaked. Nunnally and Suzaku looked down and immediately looked away as Lelouch smacked the spear's end away from another slightly noticable lump in his -her- shirt and another from her pants now loose due to a certain loss.
"Men, stand down," the older man ordered. The guards backed away as the man walked over to them. "My apologies for my men. Its not often we see persons such as yourselves. My name is Magister Illyrio Mopatis of Pentos. These are my honored guests, Viserys of House Targaryen, the third of his name, the rightful King of the Andals and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros and Protector of the Realms." The man gestured to the young man. "And his sister, Daenerys of House Targaryen. And who might we ask are you?" He cast a glance at Suzaku.
"Remove your mask," Lelouch ordered. Suzaku did as instructed as Lelouch stepped forward. "My name is Lelouch vi Britannia...Empress of the Holy Britannian Empire. This is my sister, Princess Nunnally. And this is our knight, Suzaku Kururugi. If I may, Magister, where exactly are we?"
"My house in Pentos, Your Grace," the Magister said with a bow. Lelouch repeated the gesture. "But, I've never heard of the Holy Britannian Empire."
"Nor I of Pentos or Westeros," Lelouch commented as she kicked at whatever metal thing they'd landed on. It had been thin and crushed under their weight. For a moment, everyone was silent.
"And I know why!" Nunnally declared, catching everyone's attention. "It must've been that witch!" Lelouch bit her cheek and Suzaku coughed to cover a laugh.
"Witch my dear?" the Magister asked.
"Yes. When I was young, she cursed me and took away the use of my legs. Back then, Lelouch was a boy. When Lelouch became Emperor, we tracked her down and she stabbed him. Then Suzaku was fighting her and she threw something at us and now we're here and my big brother is now a girl…" Her voice faded out as her story came to an end and she glanced nervously at the men around them.
But Illyrio simply nodded and gave a gesture to his men.
"In that case, allow me to offer my assistance." A loud clacking noise began to echo through the large courtyard and people began to whisper among each other. "Please, come this way," Illyrio said, gesturing up the small walkway to the Targaryens. Suzaku picked Nunnally up and the three moved out of the courtyard as five horses galloped into the yard.
Lelouch's eyes widened at the sight of the riders. They were dressed in leather garbs and long, dark hair was braided down their backs. They all were rough-looking and muscular, same of their steeds. The leader, the biggest of them, had the longest hair of them all. The fourth and fifth riders looked to be the youngest of the group. The fourth had short, curly hair and a warm, joking smile. The final one had mouse-brown hair and pale violet eyes and a small braid down the side of his face.
"Oh my gosh," Lelouch breathed as she recognized him.
"Isn't that…?" Suzaku whispered to her. The girl nodded as the boy looked up at her. His eyes widened at her as Illyrio began to speak in a language Lelouch couldn't understand. He introduced the Targaryens and had Daenerys come up to meet the largest man. He said nothing but simply stared down at her. He turned his horse but the young boy moved in front of him.
"Fin, rizh?" the man asked harshly. The boy nodded towards Lelouch's group.
"Mori, anha shilat. Anha qafat mori jadat ma," the boy said quickly.
"Ha fin?"
"Haz nayat ma khalasar okeo. Me vezhven Khaleesi. Me won san iffi. Anha ezzolat mori." The man looked at the group as the boy spoke.
"Kifindirgi mori jahakmen? Finne hrazef?"
"Hash mori jinne ki athmovezar fichat Anha jinne, hrazef she eshna rhaesheser." They exchanged a few words with the Magister before he bowed and walked to them.
"If you three would go with them. One of their company claims to be a friend." Lelouch nodded.
"That's right," she affirmed as they walked down to the riders. The leader watched as Suzaku handed Nunnally to the warm-faced man then mounted behind another rider as Lelouch mounted behind the boy who'd spoken for them.
The man snapped his reins and all five horses bolted out the courtyard, past a town of merchants and houses and to an open field where hundreds of tents, horses and thousands of people were camped. The leader rode off towards the largest and the others followed the boy to his tent. Quick work was made of moving the three into the tent.
A bed made to fold up and be packed sat in the corner, cushions were scattered around with blankets to make the floor soft over the sharp grass. In the center was a small fire pit under a table, a hole in the middle allowing for the smoke to filter out. A sword with a curved blade rested against the bed, a tooth dagger on a cushion next to it, various weapons were peeking out of a trunk at the foot of the bed, clothes were tossed in a heap by the wall and a pair of boots and sandals rested on top of them.
"So…who were you two whispering about back there?" Nunnally asked as Lelouch and Suzaku sat down. The two looked at each other and Lelouch glared at the knight after a moment.
"Well…Nunnally…um…"
"His name is Rolo, right?" she asked, catching them both off guard. "I saw your memories, Lelouch, before we appeared here," she explained with a smile. The former brother smiled sadly at her as Nunnally hugged her again.
"I'm sorry Nunna. You deserved-"
"I don't want to talk about what I did or didn't deserve back in Britannia. I think that life is behind us. What's important to me is that I have my family. Sure it may be a big sister instead of a big brother now, but that just means I can talk more openly with you and not have to worry so much about making you uncomfortable." She giggled a little as Lelouch pulled her into her lap and started tickling her.
"What was that? You sound just a little too cheeky there, Princess," she teased as Nunnally squealed. Suzaku chuckled a little as the boy reappeared in the tent.
"Quite a change, Lelouch," he said plainly as he sat down on a cushion a small distance from them. Lelouch stopped tickling Nunnally and looked up at Rolo as the boy nodded his head towards her.
"Not my choice," she said quickly. Rolo nodded. "In any case, how are you here? Why did you bring us here?"
"When I died in Britannia, I woke up here. Apparently I just popped out of nowhere and spooked half the Dothraki slave women when they saw me in the river. Some men attacked me and I killed one just before Khal Drogo, the man with the longest braided hair, showed up and managed to stop me. He adopted me as his son and since then, I've been here, living the life of a khalakka."
"A what?" Suzaku asked.
"A prince. I told my father that you all were great warriors and that I'd take responsibility for you if I could bring you with me. So then, what story did you tell the Magister?"
The group began to explain what had happened in Britannia after Rolo's death and how they came to Pentos. The next few moments were spent working out some minor issues with the plan and a plan for the group to live with the Dothraki.
A slave girl brought in plates of meat and fresh bread, Rolo said some things to her and she scurried off quickly. The four began to eat in silence before Nunnally decided to change that.
"So why was that meeting happening?" she asked before stuffing a piece of bread in her mouth.
"My father will be taking a wife. The Daenerys girl. Magister Illyrio arranged it. In the eyes of the Dothraki, I am a good candidate to become Khal should something happen to my father before he has a son of his own, but to have a son with his own blood would be more ideal. A boy born and raised in Dothraki culture instead of a foreign stranger who's only spent a few months in the khalasar."
"Sounds like the system my own father put to play," Lelouch commented as the slave girl appeared again and put down some water skins on the table and handed a smaller one to Nunnally. The girls smiled warmly at each other before Rolo tapped the girl's shoulder, demanding her attention. They spoke for a little while before he dismissed her.
"Its goats milk," he translated as he took a swig from a skin. "She said you need to fatten up some since you're still so young. So young…" he muttered something into his skin before taking another swig. "We're all just about the same age for crying out loud."
"Maybe she just has a soft spot for the handicapped?" Nunnally offered. Rolo eyed her legs.
"We'll have to do something about that. If the khalasar were to find out my father took in a cripple, they'll think he's weak."
"But we said a witch cursed me."
"Then when we return to Vaes Dothrak the khalasar may make you go see the…widowed khalessis...Queens."
"You're going to have to explain this stuff to us," Lelouch said with a shake of the head.
"I will. And while I'm at it, I'll teach you how to speak Dothraki. I won't be able to stay by you all every second of the day to translate." The group nodded.
"But back to your father," Nunnally said. "When's he getting married?"
"In a day or two. As his son, I'm not supposed to really meet my new step-mother until a few days after the wedding, so I'm not going. Aside from that, I prefer to sharpen my weapons as opposed to drinking and watching men…" He paused and eyed Nunnally before taking a drink. "Do certain things. Actually, a Dothraki wedding without at least three deaths is considered a dull affair. Personally, I think the whole thing is dull, three deaths or not." Nunnally shivered.
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