Sitting with all these women wasn't the most interesting thing to do. She should be in Meereen right now, dealing with the Sons of the Harpy once and for all, not stuck here. Although maybe some good will come out of it if her plan succeeds... Except she still doesn't know how she's going to lock them in here. This was what she was thinking about when the woman who welcomed her told her about the others.
Among others, there was a girl from Lhazareen whom Khal found hiding in a well after burning down her village. She felt involuntarily sad at the thought of a twelve-year-old girl who had to go through something like that. Barely a year later, she gave birth to a child - which she certainly didn't want - and since it was a girl, Khal broke her ribs. It was as if she meant nothing.
She immediately thought of the children crucified on the road to Meereen. Their fate was equally terrible, although it is difficult to say who had it worse - the one who finally met death and peace, or the one who survived.
She had to end this injustice.
She cannot listen to this woman, pretend to be someone she is not for the rest of her life and sit in this place. She is the Queen, not the widow of some Khal. She wants more from life than advising a bunch of savages. She must change them, change their barbaric customs, and she can only do this by becoming their Khaleesi.
Finally, unable to bear it any longer, she said she had to leave, citing the need to urinate. But she couldn't even do that herself, the young girl they were talking about earlier was going to show her where it is done. As if she couldn't find a bush herself if she really needed it...
They left the hut together. Visenya watched her silently for a moment, assessing how open she could be with her. She looked scared, dissatisfied with her life. She was probably still wondering what would have happened if the Dothraki had never attacked her village. Unfortunately, she can't give her the village back, but she can give her back the freedom to choose her life path. She's still very young, she can do a lot.
She reminded her of her before she fled King's Landing, broken, hopeless. Because of this, she couldn't help but feel sympathy for her. So she smiled and spoke:
"Anha laz vo stodo eyak zhille neak." the girl didn't look at her. "Foz chiorisso estoro." she added, this encouraged the girl to raise her head and look at her.
*"I couldn't stand them anymore."*
*"Old women stink."*
"Mori tat estoro." she admitted that she was right, even smiled slightly. Nothing in the last few days, or even weeks, had made her happier than to make this girl smile.
"Hash foz hash yer, hash yeri khal athdrivar?" Visenya asked.
*"How old were you when your Khal died?"*
"Shindosi." she replied, glancing at her again, this time for longer.
*"Sixteen."*
"Mae thirat akka ale neak." she said it in an extremely light tone, even smiling boldly, convinced that she was right.
*"He lived far too long."*
She saw from the girl that she felt more comfortable in her company. That was the thing, if she had to be, she didn't want to be surrounded only by grumpy, stinky old women. And as much as possible, she wanted to make this poor girl's life better.
"Mori astat quro noreth chiori et zhavvorsi, tor. Ajjin rek tawak? Yer zhorre zhavvorsi?" the girl asked when they were almost there, somewhere behind the bushes, not far from the cottage. There was enthusiasm in her voice, as if something interesting was finally happening in her life.
*"They say the silver-haired woman has dragons. Is it true? Do you have dragons?"*
"Sec. Tikh allayafi tat tihat eyak?" Vis replied, smiling and nodding her head.
*"Yes. Would you like to see them?"*
"Anha laz vo. Anha zin Dosh Khaleen, anha tikh leto jin dosi ven jin fih." here the enthusiasm disappeared and the depression caused by reality appeared.
*"I can't. I am Dosh Khaleen, I will leave this place as a smoke."*
"Anha ast anha tikh seris yer ei akka anha tikh. Yer tikh tihat anna zhavvorsi, anha asqoyi." she assured, briefly squeezing girl's hand.
*"I said I would free you and I will. You will see my dragons, I promise."*
She wanted to sit somewhere behind all the bushes, talk to her where no one would disturb them, but she couldn't. Something she didn't expect happened and she almost jumped back before she recognized the faces.
Daario grabbed that girl, covered her mouth, and held his knife to her throat like he did to Missandei so long ago.
"Let her go!" she shouted, but quickly calmed her tone, after all, she didn't want to bring anyone here.
"We have to escape." she was really happy to see familiar faces after all this time, but she couldn't escape now. That's why she pulled her arm from ser Arthur's gentle grip when he was about to pull her along with him.
"No. And you have to let her go." she addressed the second sentence to Daario. He wasn't too keen on it, but he finally listened to her. Vis grabbed the girl's hand and pulled her behind her, calming her down by telling her who these men were.
"We were afraid they had already killed you, or-"
"I lied to them." she interrupted Daario, looking from one man to the other. "Tomorrow evening the Khals are to decide whether I can become Dosh Khaleen, in this hut." she pointed with her head at the building behind the bushes, but not that far behind her.
At that moment she got an idea. She can't lock the Khals inside, but they can.
"You will help me. But not in running away, enough of that." she looked again at the cottage to which she would soon have to return. "Tomorrow evening, when they start judging me, you will block the doors." she looked back at them.
"They'll kill you." Daario said immediately. She thought this way weeks ago, but apparently she is still alive and well.
"What are you planning?" she didn't want to answer Arthur's question, she would have to explain everything to them, and... And she didn't know why she was the way she was. They would surely start to dissuade her from this idea, or worse, think she is crazy. She couldn't allow that. They will see for themselves what the plan is.
"Trust me." she only said those two words, but they expressed everything she wanted to tell them before she returned to Dosh Khaleen.
She went inside with two Dosha Khaleen - the old one and the one she had gone out with for some fresh air - only when one of the Khals called out that they can come in. She knew that in the next few minutes everything will be resolved, she hoped it will be in her favor. She was able to control her stress quite well, because there was no sign of nervousness on her face, she had a neutral expression on her face that gave nothing away.
She stood in the center, right in front of a stone platform with four torches around it, her chance. All she has to do is get on this platform so that they don't have time to get her when the first torch falls.
There was a long silence before anyone spoke as everyone stared at her. Maybe her clothes, which resembled a sack with holes for arms and head - maybe it was just a sack - did not add any charm to her and completely ruined her figure, but it did not change the fact that she had her purple eyes and silver hair, loosen by Dosh Khaleen.
"Kesko akka rass tiro mae?" the one sitting on her right, almost next to her shoulder, spoke first.
*"Does anyone even care about her?"*
"Anha, tat. Mae zheanalat." replied one of the men sitting across from her. "Mae ajjin toda horr duro."
*"I do. She's beautiful. She's paler than milk."*
She didn't hide her contempt for the way they talked about her as if she wasn't there. How many times in her life will she have to go through someone just admiring her beauty? As if that was the only valuable thing about her.
And of course they are great Khals who destroyed many villages and raped many women, they were proud of all their deeds, even though they were not glorious. Well, let them celebrate the time they have left.
"Anha zala tat tiholat hash Khaleesi lekhi allayafi." added another one, sitting further to the left.
*"I want to know what Khaleesi tastes like."*
"Akka anha zala tat oro zot mae corozzo tihes hash anha karth mae." she didn't even look at them, she didn't even feel that much disgust anymore, is this a sign that she no longer cares what others think about her or that they were already dead in her head and their words didn't matter?
*"And I want to look at her purple eyes when I fuck her."*
"Mae worr ma Dosh Khaleen." finally said the one with whom she came to this cursed place, Khal Moro.
*"She belongs with Dosh Khaleen."*
"Jin Ville Koli ki Yunkai zala mae, lor mae tat eyak, mori ot derrso hrazefo."
*"The Wise Lords of Yunkai want her, let's sell her to them, they offer ten thousand horses."*
She didn't say anything, just listened to their conversation. How ironic that when she offered them thousands of horses, she was laughed at. And now they're discussing whether she's worth more than ten thousand horses. She was surprised that Moro said to fuck that offer and he would take their horses himself if he wanted. Not that it would make his situation any better.
"Corks hash yer doh yer laz bosto anna lorw." she said, drawing their attention. There was silence for a brief moment before one of them decided to silence her.
*"It's funny how you think you can decide my fate."*
"Chak. Jini Dosh Khaleen Rolo, yer zhorre vo wisse ere kash kisha bosto yer're Dosh Khaleen."
*"Silence. This is the Dosh Khaleen Temple, you have no say here until we decide that you are a Dosh Khaleen."*
She laughed at these words, which sounded slightly hysterical. They looked at her strangely, but she ignored it. She sighed and finally moved from her place, starting to say:
"Toros ishish tikh coshoro rhaeshi ha anna, ven anha ki yol awoq jin havazh,kiinosi portih ki fekh kadah." she took slow steps, circling the stone platform in the center of the hut. She seemed to be looking around, but in fact she was repeating her plan in her head. "Ki hak anha vos terodoto jin asshekh ki coso, vosma anha ki astad akka ol dohg anh derrso ghado, posto jin sido, posto vordho vorsah... Anha kogho ha adakha, adakha zhokwas. Akka yer, naqis mahrazh, srih yer laz proth anna lowr. Yer hash vo alikh ke karo." she finished, stepping onto the dais. They disliked the defiant look in her eyes almost as much as the fact that she dared to call them weak, unworthy, and vermin.
*"These may be foreign lands to me, as I was born on the other side of the sea, in the capital of the Seven Kingdoms. Of course, I do not remember this day, but I have read and been told about it thousands of times, about the Sack, about the flames dancing everywhere... I survived for something, for greater things. And you, weak and unworthy, think you can decide my fate. You are nothing more than vermin."*
First, after a short moment of silence and stupor, they started laughing. They thought she was crazy - after all, what woman would dare to speak to them like that? She spoke as if she could pose a real threat to them, which they didn't believe. They had too much pride and idiolatry to even think that she might be their executioner. They saw a weak, stupid, pretty girl.
They didn't know that she was already a few times in her life pretending to be stupid to get what she wanted with her charm.
They didn't know that she had taken advantage of the fact that others did not appreciate her many times.
They didn't know that this woman was the daughter of a prince and a princess.
They didn't know that she led an army and ruled a city.
They didn't knowshe had dragons with which she threw man to eat, that she rode on these beasts.
Most importantly, they did not know that this girl was who the priestesses of R'hllor spoke of, what her father dreamed of.
It's a pity that they will only have the opportunity to learn about this last thing.
"Yer toki vih." Moro rose from his seat, saying this, when the laughter had died down. "Vo Dosh Khaleen ha yer. Yer tikh allayafi jin vih, ma kisha tikh sfoss yer ven jin vih."
*"You stupid whore. No Dosh Khaleen for you, you're acting like a whore, so we'll treat you like a whore."*
"Akka yer hash jin drigjo ki jin qos akka yer tikh tikh kasr allayafi ato." she replied, looking at them with pity, as if she really felt sorry for them. Maybe that was the case, but she knew these people wouldn't change, and the only way for her to get what she wanted was to kill them.
*"And you are the disease of this world and you will be treated as such."*
She took two steps forward, standing just behind the torch closest to them. A pleasant warmth touched the skin of her chest, but it did not dare to burn her.
"Yer hash go yofi fin yer doh yer laz hojir ka, yer. Zdevasko nayat... yer ke vosi!" Moro shouted. The rest of the Khals supported him, although fear could be seen in some pairs of eyes.
*"You really are crazy if you think you can threaten us. You... Stormborn girl, you mean nothing!"*
She didn't care about these words even a bit. She was in the right position, they won't be able to stop her. Now all she has to do is start a fire and everything will happen itself. So little and yet so much. It felt like when she was in Astapor and spoke to the Unsullied, using valyrian for the first time. Now she had a similar uncertainty about what was going to happen next.
In Astapor, a few words were enough for the Unsullied to start killing Masters on her orders, and one word was enough for the dragon to burn Kraznys. Here, she doesn't need words, just one gesture to send them to the other world, to watch them burn and scream in pain.
A terrifying and pleasant vision at the same time.
"Anha ki vo yol porqo jin vaz, anha tikh, fin anha ki Daenerys." her hands slowly rested on the metal edge of the standing torch. Everyone's eyes immediately moved to her hands. No one could do what she was doing. It wasn't even her words that aroused their surprise, but what she was doing and what she was planning... "Vosma anha zin Visenya Targaryen, Khaleesi, akka anha ki yol she vorsah."
*"I wasn't born in a storm, that would be truth if I were Daenerys. But I am Visenya Targaryen, the Queen, and I was born in flames."*
With that last sentence, her gaze changed from one of pity to one that, if it could, would have made your blood run cold.
Just after she finished speaking, she pushed the torch in front of her. The metal thing hit the ground and in a split second fire began to spread all over that side of the hut.
The men jumped to their feet and, as a first instinct, moved away from the fire. No one had any thoughts of trying to stop her, each of them was only concerned about their own lives at the moment.
She took a step to the side and knocked over another torch. The fire had already reached the walls. She practically cut off their escape route, but in their panic, it didn't matter to them what kind of burns they would suffer as they jumped through the flames to get to the other side of the hut, to the door.
In fact, a panicked person can do a lot, sacrifice part of his health, just to save life itself. It was enlightening in a sick way, standing there and watching it.
They ran to the door in panic, some fell because they tripped over their own feet - one even knocked over the penultimate torch - and a beam from the roof fell on others. Fortunately, Daario and Arthur apparently managed to block the door because the Khals were unable to open it.
And she stood and watched. She watched the flames are raging as if they were full of life, like dogs unleashed from a chain. It was almost like when she set fire in her chamber and hatched Maelia, only this time she didn't start the fire to give life to something, but to take it away, even several lives.
It was impossible to look away, there was something hypnotizing about it, just like in the catacombs when the dragons first burned and then ate one of the Masters.
Fire surrounded her body as she stood next to the last torch. Moro and the others who were still alive turned and looked at her. At her winning smile and look, at her hand resting lightly on the metal. The fire didn't even touch her.
She hoped that they would look at her, that she would see their terrified look when they finally realized their mistake, that this was the end of them. She smiled wider because she got what she wanted. She got their fear, anger, helplessness, and soon she will get their lives.
As if casually, she pushed the last torch, and it fell over, spreading the fire right onto them.
Screams.
Lot of screams.
The smell of burning skin.
And then silence. Only the crackle of flames and how they consume the wood and the dry grass roof.
The fire reached her clothes, already consuming them completely as she watched them die and then watch their bodies turn to ash. She didn't feel anything about killing those people. They deserved it, it was their punishment. The only thing in her heart was satisfaction and pride. Just like in Astapor, like in Yunkai, like in Meereen, like in the arena... Every time she achieves a victory, she feels more confident and more and more convinced that she is following the path of her destiny.
At this point, it didn't even matter that she was naked. She walked past the beams blocking the passage to the now collapsed exit and through the wall of flames she saw how many people had gathered around the hut - or rather what was left of it...
She emerged from the sea of flames without a trace of shame, she didn't try to cover herself, she allowed everyone to see her as she was. A naked person is usually considered defenseless, after all, she has nothing, everyone can see her private parts, she is freezing in the cold and the only thing that can warm her are her own hands. Meanwhile, no one would dare to call her defenseless, quite the opposite.
Everyone from the city had gathered - or at least it seemed that way, because she couldn't see to the end of the crowd.
Seeing the person who had emerged unscathed from the massive flames, the Dothraki began to kneel one by one, including all of the Dosh Khaleen - even the one who believed that Visenya should resign herself to fate and hope for the Khals' merciful decision. Everyone within her sight was kneeling, bowed so much that their heads touched the ground.
After a while, Daario and Arthur found themselves between them. And also knelt.
So that was her plan...
If someone ever asks why they follow this woman and put their trust in her, they will answer that she is not just a woman, but a person who does impossible things.
Just as it is impossible to change the world.
She arrived in Vaes Dothrak on her feet, tired, in worn out clothes, unkempt, dirty. She came scared that she wouldn't find a way to free herself and escape. And she rode out of it on a white horse, at full strength, in clean, new clothes, with a necklace with a ring that she had left in the grass weeks ago, hoping that they would find her thanks to it. Her hair was styled, tied into four braids at the head, and silver waves tied and loose at the nape of her neck. She no longer walks between the Dothraki and their prisoners, but rides in front, leading them, she is their Khal - or rather Khaleesi.
"How far are we from Meereen?" she asked quite unexpectedly on the way. She didn't look at her interlocutors - Arthur and Daario - but kept looking somewhere ahead, as if looking for something.
"A week, if not more." replied the knight, riding on her right side.
At least a week... That's a long time. She hasn't been to Meereen for a long time, she should come back as soon as possible. Although she does not know what is currently happening in the city, she heard from her companions that the mood has not been very good since she disappeared and - as she predicted - the city remains under the care of Missandei, Grey Worm, Tyrion and Varys. She hopes it hasn't had time to destroy itself yet.
"How many ships will I need to sail my entire army to Westeros?" she asked another question, this time looking at the person who hurried to answer her, Daario.
"Dothraki, their horses, Unsullied, Second Sons... A thousand, even more."
This is where the problems begin... From what she remembers, the Meereen fleet consists of ninety-three ships. That means she's over nine hundred and seven ships short of sailing to Westeros with all her forces. Building such a number of ships will consume a lot of materials, but above all, time... There must be a faster way.
"Anyone have that much?" she suspected what the answer to this question would be, but she decided to ask it anyway.
"Nobody."
"Yet." she replied Daariovery quickly, smiling.
"So... We'll go back to Meereen, gather a fleet, and sail to Westeros. What's next?"
"We will conquer the Seven Kingdoms." she shrugged, as if they were talking about something simple like making a cup of tea, rather than conquering an entire continent. However, this was probably not the answer Daario expected, because he made a gesture with his hand suggesting the question 'And then?'. "I will get what is mine and I will rule."
"I'm sorry, but you weren't made to sit on some chair in a palace." this time it was she who wanted him to expand on his thought and raised an eyebrow, smiling slightly. "You are a conqueror, a breaker of chains, you were created for greater things." we definitely agree on this one.
"We have to get back to Meereen first." she was about to end the conversation, but she remembered something else. "Do you remember where you found this ring?" she asked, looking from one man to the other, grabbing the makeshift necklace with one hand.
"I think I know what you want to ask." Arthur bent down and opened the bag tied to the saddle. Inside it was another bag, and in it was exactly what she wanted to ask: eggs.
She wondered for a long time what would happen to these three eggs. It seemed the dragons must have left them and flown away not long after she had been captured by the Dothraki. It was good that they found them and took them, after all, who knows what would have happened to them if they had been left there, without any protection. And maybe there is now a chance that dragons will return to this world for good.
"That's exactly what I meant." she smiled, taking one more look at the eggs before Arthur closed the bag. Then her gaze wandered far ahead again until she suddenly stopped her horse and everyone behind her stopped as well. "See you in Meereen." she gave her companions a look telling them to wait here for a moment, while she spurred her horse and disappeared around the bend.
They didn't know what was going on, why she left them so suddenly, but after what happened, they decided to trust her again. A few minutes were extremely long, especially since they didn't know what they were waiting for. No one in the entire khalasar knew.
But when everyone heard the roar, everything was clear. The shadow cast by the two beasts momentarily blocked the sun as they flew overhead. Everyone's gaze followed Visenya as she sat on the back of a white dragon, whose scales gleamed blue in the sunlight. Maelia perched on top of one of the rocks as Drogon continued to fly around, roaring every now and then.
"Vi ei dothraki qori shorro Khal togfo Zhey qoy Qoyi, ma mori tikh lajat ma mae, vijazerat mae akka zhitrosi mae athdrivar fin mae athdrivar." she started shouting so as many Dothraki as possible can hear her. "Vosma anha zin vo Khal, anha skohr Khals. Anha tikh vo shorro Qoyi ha sogy, haji ei ki yer hash eyak!" they started screaming here, expressing their support for her. "Tikh yer get se fhodro hrazefo akka strat lekk jin ize havazh? Tikh yer zworth anna dozgo she thre gronzi tikko morwi, enduaho dere thre morhi frozi? Hash yer ma anna ajjin akka al? Tikh yer scodo anna Fekh Darlish?!"
*"Throughout Dothraki history, each Khal has chosen three Bloodriders to fight alongside him and guard him, and to avenge his death if he falls. I am not a Khal, I killed the Khals. I will not choose brothers for myself, as you all are them! Will you mount wooden horses and sail with me through the poisonous water? Will you destroy my enemies in their iron robes, hiding in their stone houses? Are you with me now and forever? Will you give me the Seven Kingdoms?!"*
Everyone shouted, everyone who heard her. It didn't matter that she was a woman, only what she represented, what strength she had within her. After all, that's what the Dothraki follow, strength, and she's already proven to them that she's fit to be their leader. They are ready to follow her anywhere, they are ready to die for her.
After a few minutes of such cheering, she leaned down on Maelia's back again, grabbed the spikes and the dragon rose into the air, joining Drogon circling above their heads.
Destination: Meereen. This way they'll get there in much less than a week.