They had been riding for about a 2 weeks now. 2 weeks since Drogo had fought Mago and was Cut on the shoulder. 2 weeks since Dany had, against Thomas's advice, allowed a local healer to patch Drogo's wound. Now they rode through the desert towards Slaver's bay to acquire ships to go to the seven kingdoms. Thomas rode behind Dany who was just behind the slumped over form of Drogo. His head was bowed and the quilt on his back hung loosely. He swayed back and forth as he led his Khalasar.
"My lord. My sun and Stars." Dany called after him. When he didn't respond she called his name in worry. "Drogo." Soon after Drogo fell from his horse with a grunt. Dany jumped off her horse and rushed to his side. A blood rider rode up next to Thomas who watched from horseback.
Drogo started mumbling as another blood rider came to his side. "My horse."
The rider took his hand. "Blood of my blood."
Drogo shook his head deliriously. "No, I must ride."
The rider next to Thomas spoke up. "He fell from his horse. A Khal who cannot ride is no Khal." Dany looked up at them and Saw Thomas look at her with worry over his face.
Dany shook her head. "He's tired, that's all. He needs to rest. We've ridden far enough today. We'll camp here."
"Dany this isn't a good place to camp." Thomas spoke up before the blood rider. "There isn't any water for the horses and I don't see anything in terms of food." He shook his head regretfully. "We need to keep moving."
"A woman does not give us orders anyway. Not even a Khaleesi." The Rider grunted.
"We shall camp here. Tell them Khal Drogo commanded it." Dany growled as she held Drogo.
"You do not command me, Khaleesi." The rider shook his head.
"Find Mirri Maz Duur. Bring her to me." Dany commanded as she turned away in clear dismissal.
"She won't help him Dany. She will only hasten his death." Thomas tried again. They had been arguing a lot recently and much of it stemmed from Mirri. Dany argued that the woman was paying back her kindness while Thomas argued that she was just using Dany's kind nature to destroy them. The fights would always end with Dany ordering him away.
"Bring her to me now!" She yelled at him.
"I'll bring you her head Khaleesi." The blood rider spat.
"Bring her to me unharmed or Khal Drogo will hear about how you defied me." Dany growled as she glared up at him. The rider and Thomas exchanged looks before he went off to find the witch. Thomas sighed and dismounted his horse. Walking over to Dany he kneeled down next to her.
"Come, we need to get him in some shade." Thomas sighed, unable to look her in the eye.
Half an hour later the tents were set and Dany watched over Drogo as he mumbled incoherently. Thomas stood to the side watching over the two.
"Khaleesi?" Jorah called from the entrance.
"Come." She commanded allowing him to enter.
"He is very strong. No one understands how strong he is." Dany's voice trembled as she caressed Drogo's chest.
Jorah pulled out a knife and Thomas tensed. Dany watched Jorah's every move carefully. Jorah paid them no mind as he lifted the patch Mirri put over the wound. What he saw caused him to sigh.
"He will die tonight Khaleesi." Jorah looked at her with Sympathy.
"He can't. He can't I won't let him." Dany's voice trembled in unshed tears. Thomas came over and knelt next to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulder in support.
"Dany." He began only for her to swat him away.
"Get out! I won't hear any more of this. He will live and that is final." Dany spat. "I don't need you here." Thomas looked hurt but nodded and left.
"Even a queen doesn't have that power." Jorah whispered. He stood and started moving towards the entrance. "We must leave quickly. I heard there is a good port in the shire."
"I will not leave him." Dany's eyes never left Drogo.
"He is already gone Khaleesi." Jorah tried to tell her but she would have none of it.
"Even if he dies, why would I run?" Dany trembled. "I am Khaleesi and my son will be Khal after Khal Drogo." Jorah just shook his head.
"This isn't Westeros where men honor blood." Jorah explained. "Here they only honor strength. There will be fighting after Drogo dies. Whoever wins will be the new Khal and he won't want any rivals. Your boy will be plucked from your breast and given to the dogs."
"Thomas will protect us." Dany tried to reason.
"He can't stop them all and he still doesn't have a proper sword. The Dothraki wouldn't even name him Khal if he won every fight." Jorah sighed.
"Over there." Dany motioned for a trunk behind him. "In there is a sword for him. I meant to give it to him once we reached port but now." Her voice trailed off. "I have treated him like Viserys used to. He must hate me." A stray tear fell from her eyes. Jorah opened the trunk and took out the sword. It was just like his only slightly shorter.
"He could never hate you Khaleesi. You are his best friend and He will still follow you. I promise." Dany just nodded, not truly believing that. "We need to go before a new Khal is picked."
"I will not leave him." Dany stated.
Before any more could be said a blood rider walked in the Mirri. Mirri examined the wound before shaking her head. "The wound has festered.
The rider glared down at her. "You did this witch." He went to pull out his knife but Dany stopped him.
"Enough! I don't want her hurt." The rider stopped and gawked at her.
"Your friend warned you about her. I warned you about her and look what has happened. How can you trust her still?" he questioned. "You don't want her hurt? Pray we don't hurt you, too. You let this witch put her hands on our Khal." He kicked Mirri.
Jorah stepped in. "Rein in your tongue. She is still your Khaleesi." The rider and Jorah stared at each other for a few moments.
"Only while the blood of my blood lives!" He shouted in anger. He soon took a breath and calmed down. "When he dies, she is nothing."
Dany stood, glaring at him in anger. "I have never been nothing. I am the blood of the dragon."
The rider shook his head before looking her in the eye. "The dragons are all dead, Khaleesi." With that said he walked out.
Dany shuddered as she looked down at Drogo. "I Think you should give that sword to Thomas and wear your armor tonight Ser Jorah."
"I think your right." Jorah muttered before leaving. When he got outside he noticed Thomas had taken to guarding the entrance. He also noted the knife strapped to his waist. "Where did you get that?"
"I always had it. Just not in plain view. Now however, I think I will need it." Thomas sighed.
"Well the Khaleesi has a gift for you." He held out the sword and Thomas's eyebrows raised in surprise. "I recommend using this, should any riders attempt to enter the tent without permission."
Thomas took the sword in awe. "I thought she hated me. I mean we have been fighting constantly since we left that village."
"She still cares for you. She is just under a lot of stress." Jorah clapped him on the shoulder. "Now if you will excuse me I have armor to put on." Thomas nodded as he strapped the sword around his waist.
Once the sword was strapped to his waist Doreah walked out. "The Khaleesi requires Drogo's horse." Thomas looked at her confused but she just waved her hands hurriedly. He nodded and bolted away to go get it.
A few minutes later he returned with three men dragging Drogo's horse. Cutting an opening into the side of the tent they led it towards Mirri. A rider walked around to Dany." Khaleesi, do not do this. Let me kill this witch." He pulled out a knife and stared at Mirri. Before Dany answered she looked to Thomas who stared back at her. His expression alone told her everything he wanted to say. She shook her head.
"Kill her and you kill your Khal."
"This is blood magic. It is forbidden." The rider said uneasily.
"I am your Khaleesi. I tell you what is forbidden." Mirri started chanting.
Mirri walked around to the side of the horse before turning to Dany, the rider and her handmaiden. "GO now."
"Take her and leave." Dany ordered the rider. Said man just stared at her. "Take her." She commanded. He nodded and did as she asked.
Mirri looked at her. You must go also my lady. Once I begin to sing no one must enter the tent. The dead will visit here tonight." Dany nodded and allowed Thomas to escort her out. Before they could leave Mirri slit the horse's throat and blood splashed all over Dany and Thomas. When they got outside a crowd had gathered and Jorah walked up to them in full armor.
"What have you done?" He growled.
Dany shook her head. "I have to save him."
"We could have been ten miles from here by now on our way to shire. You could have been safe." He began leading them away when a bloodcurdling roar sound from inside the tent.
A blood rider walked out of the crowd. "This must not be."
Dany looked at him. "This must be." Another walked up behind him trying to lead him away but was elbowed in the face. Dany rushed forward to stop him but was knocked aside and she fell on her bulging belly. Thomas backed up to the entrance of the tent and drew his sword while the rider prepped his Arakh.
Jorah drew his own sword behind the rider. "No further, horse lord." The rider looked between Jorah and Thomas before lunging at Jorah. Jorah blocked it with his broadsword and shoved him back. Thomas used the moment to lunge forward but the Rider turned and deflected the thrust. Thomas had to duck when the rider swung at his head. Back peddling away, Thomas retook his stance while Jorah moved in. Again the rider blocked his stroke but this time was able to cut Jorah's cheek as he pushed the older man back. Jorah ducked under a swing and the rider jumped up bringing his Arakh down hard, causing Jorah to fall and roll away. Thomas moved in and exchanged a few more blows before the rider cut his left arm and forced him back as well. Jorah moved forward now and allowed the rider to swing into his side. His plate armor stopped the Arakh, allowing his to hold the rider in place. Swinging his sword he slit the rider's throat.
With the rider dead Thomas rushed to Daenerys's side. "Are you hurt?"
"The baby is coming." Dany groaned.
"Fetch the midwives!" Jorah ordered. The man who was elbowed stepped forward.
"They will not come. They say she is cursed." He helped Jorah pick her up while Thomas kept a hand on the hilt of his sword and watched the others around them.
"They will come or I will have their heads." Thomas growled.
"The witch can deliver baby. I heard her say so." Jorah and Thomas looked towards the tent where roars could still be heard. Jorah sighed and started moving towards the entrance. Thomas drew his sword again when a few people took a step forward. The man next to him did the same with his Arakh. They stood guard outside when Jorah entered.
Night came and went, with it, the majority of the Khalasar. Now only a few tents remained. Thomas along with the young riders were sitting outside the Tent. The roars and cries that plagued it had died out hours ago. Dany left the tent and Thomas stood up. The rider was asleep and didn't move. Dany looked over at Thomas but he looked away. Dany followed Mirri along with Jorah and Thomas. Walking out of the small camp and towards the cliffs edge they came upon Drogo lying underneath a blanket in the morning sun.
"Drogo!" Dany rushed to his side. "The sun of my life." She caressed his cheek before turning to he companions. "Why is he out here alone?"
"He seems to enjoy the warmth given by the sun." Thomas practically whispered. Still not meeting her gaze. She looked back at Drogo and kissed him hoping to get a reaction out of him.
"He lives." Mirri spoke up. "You asked for life and paid for life." Thomas glared at the woman and his hand moved to the sword.
"This is not life, when will he be as he was?" Dany glared at the woman before turning back to Drogo.
"When the sun rises in the west and sets in the east. When the seas go dry and the mountains blow in the wind like leaves." She turned and walked away.
Dany stood up and started moving towards Mirri. "Leave us."
Thomas grabbed her arm. "I don't want to leave you alone with her." He finally met her eyes and silently pleaded with her.
She turned to everyone else. "Leave us." Jorah nodded and left. When he was gone she turned back to Thomas. "Stay with Drogo please. Don't worry, I have nothing more to fear from this woman." Dany then left towards the witch while Thomas moved to sit next to Drogo. He watched as Dany talked with the Witch and frowned. He felt useless. Unable to help Drogo and Dany's child. Unable to help Dany now. When he looked back up he saw the witch leaving and Dany motioning for him to go to her.
When he got there she threw her arms around him and wept. Thomas held her and rubbed her back saying words of comfort while she cried. "I'm sorry." She whispered. "I'm so sorry for not trusting you." She sobbed lightly. "I'm sorry for treating you like a common servant and not my friend." She pulled back slightly and looked him in the eye. "Can you ever forgive me?"
"Daenerys Stormborn of house Targaryen." Thomas began. "I am sorry as well. I wish I could have saved Drogo's life. I'm sorry I was unable to save your baby boy. I'm sorry for fighting." Thomas sighed. "You have nothing to be sorry for. You followed your heart. That's more than most people can say. Thank you for the sword Dany. It definitely saved my life. Now come, let's get you back to camp so you can rest." Thomas took her arm and tried to lead her away but she resisted.
"I don't want to leave him here." She looked towards Drogo.
"Go back to your tent. I will bring him back." Thomas sent her off as he moved to Drogo. When he carried him into the tent Dany motioned for him to put him down in the bed.
"Please Thomas, I need you to take care of my eggs tonight. Please, I can't trust anyone else with this." Dany's eyes never left Drogo's form and Thomas knew that she was only saying this to try and keep her mind away from her husband.
"I will Dany." Thomas Carefully picked up the chest and left to go to his own tent. When he got there he carefully took out all the eggs and washed them one by one. After the first two were done he held the green on and stared at it. "Your mother is going to need you three now more than ever." He rubbed down the egg with extra care and put them all back in the chest. He stayed with them for the rest of the day, caring for them and watching over them.
Later that night he stood in front of a stack of wood. Dany had the rest of her followers construct it for the funeral for Khal Drogo. Tied to a post was Mirri. He held the chest of eggs in front of Him and Dany took them out one by one and put them next to her husband. "When the fire goes out. If these eggs are still there, I want you to care for them like you would your own children. I'm sorry these last few weeks were plagued with fighting. You are my best friend and I will cherish every moment I have with you from now on." She kissed his cheek.
"Dany?" Thomas asked.
"Don't deny me this Thomas." Dany walked backwards. Thomas nodded and tears fell from his face.
"I won't watch you burn." Jorah stepped forward. "Please don't do this."
"You fear I will burn?" Dany asked. She turned towards the men and woman surrounding her. "I name you my Khalasar! I see slaves and now I free you all. Rip off your shackles and leave if you wish. But if you stay it will be as brother and sister. Man and wife. My Name is Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen from the blood of old Valyria, I am the dragon's daughter and I swear to you that those that would harm you will die screaming."
"You will not hear me scream!" Mirri shouted from the post.
"I will." Dany stated. "But it is not your screams I want. Only your life." Dany then took a torch and walked towards the pyre. She lit the first circle of wood and watched as Mirri chanted and then screamed in pain before walking forward. Many knelt in prayer as Dany walked into the fire. Thomas and Jorah stood there staring into the flames the entire night.
The next morning when the smoke finally cleared Thomas and Jorah walked forward. What they saw shocked them. Surrounded by wood sat Daenerys and in her arms sat three baby dragons. A black One climbed to her shoulder while a white one clung to her leg. She held a green Dragon that looked at Thomas. When she stood everyone knelt including Thomas and Jorah. The green dragon looked around and spotted Thomas Kneeling in front of Dany. It jumped down and climbed to the top of his head. Sprouting its wings, it roared at its siblings. Thomas who only glanced up at Dany saw her motion for him to stand. He did and the little green dragon moved to his right shoulder, just as the black one did with Daenerys. Together she and Thomas looked over their remaining followers.
'From the ashes the Dragon shall rise.' Thomas thought as he heard their cries.
So ends the first season of Game of Thrones. Now onto the second season! Not going to lie I look forward to writing it. Anyway if there is a major time skip between the seasons please let me know. I still haven't been able to figure it out and none of my web searches have given me a straight answer. Hope you enjoyed it!