*I used this dothraki translator… /DothrakiTranslator

Part Four

"Do you think he could truly do it?" Visenya rolled a rough stone around in her palms. The Khalasar took a much-needed break on the journey to Vaes Dothrak, leaving the Khaleesi to her nagging thoughts.

"Do you want an honest answer, Khaleesi?" Jorah replied, sitting beside her. Visenya brought her gaze to him, but she already knew what he would say.

"He is immature," She concluded. The stone edges left gentle scrapes across her calloused hands. "He will get himself killed."

"You are right," Jorah picked up his own rock and found interest in the shape. "He most likely will, and they will come for you after he is dead. You pose a threat, especially if you have a son."

"I know." Visenya rested her hand on her stomach. The little life growing inside her made her proud. She did not think she would grow to love her husband, but she did, and she was happy to have their child. He would grow to be strong, and maybe he could be king. Visenya caught Jorah staring at her stomach. He averted his gaze but it lingered just a little too long.

"Will we be to Vaes Dothrak soon?"

"Yes well-" Jorah was cut off by Khal Drogo approaching. Drogo brought his hands to his wife and pulled her to his body. His chest was hot against her skin and his smell of smoke and sweat filled her lungs.

Visenya nuzzled her head into his chest, finding comfort in the feeling of his arms. She felt his lips press against her forehead and she melted into it. He whispered sweetly in her ear. A sweetness reserved for her alone.

"hash yer chek?" Are you well? Drogo mumbled.

"sek, anha zin chek." Yes, I am well. I stood on the tip of my toes and kissed his jaw.

"jadat ma anna." Come with me. Visenya held an arm around her husband's back and wrapped her fingers in the fabric at his waistband. Drogo pulled her into his side as they walked. Suddenly he lifted her into his arms once they got far enough from the group. Visenya let out a soft breath of surprise.

"Anha zhilak yera," I love you. Visenya whispered to him before pressing a soft kiss to his lips, her fingers knotting in his dark hair. His reply was physical, kissing her back harsher and needier. Their escape together was a much needed relief from the worries that ran through Visenya's mind.

When they parted to gasp for air, Drogo drifted his fingers through her silver waves. Twirling the ends, he looked to her eyes and nodded. A silent understanding that they had to get back to the day's plans. But the moments they snuck off together were her favorite.

Daenerys was stroking Visenya's horse when she approached. She was smiling, and Visenya's heart swelled when she saw.

"Do you like it here?" Visenya took her baby sister's hand.

"I do, though I miss the luxuries of Magister Ilyiro's. But it feels like…" Daenerys trailed off.

"Freedom?" Visenya whispered. She studied the violet eyes across her. Daenerys nodded with a sheepish smile.

"Is that foolish?"

"No." Visenya concluded.

"You seem happy," Daenerys remarked.

"I think I am." Visenya rested her hand on her belly. "I will not raise my son to be like him."

"Like Viserys?" Daenerys fingers knotted in the fabric of her top at the mention. Visenya simply gazed in the direction of their brother in response. He was stabbing sticks into the ground like a child. He had a child's temper.

A young boy lingered nearby. Visenya gave a gentle smile, but he was not here to speak to her. She respectfully squeezed her sister's hand and backed away. He appeared to be around Daenerys age, fourteen. So young. His hair a mop of dark curls on his head, skin tanned, and eyes of charcoal. If she recalled correctly, his name was Rhotho. Daenerys and Rhotho had become friends.

Visenya took the time to ready her horse for further travel, and to reflect. Was following her brother to take back the realms truly what she wanted? Or was she happy in her arrangement, with her strong husband, growing child, and power in a Khalasar?

With Viserys growing more and more erratic each day, the concern of him tipping over the edge became prevalent. She will invite him to dinner with her, and attempt to reason with him. If it is in vain, she will need to think of a new plan to dissuade him, if possible.