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    May 14th, 2017 at 07:02pm
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    Growing up as the youngest daughter to a powerful Khal, I had been witness to many battles. Each and every one, my father returned from, his braid untouched. I was his youngest child, nothing spectacular about me but I had grown quite attached to him. I was daddy's little girl, always trying my best to impress him. When my chores were done and taken care of, I would oftn sneak away to watch as the warriors trained by battling each other.

    I had once taken my father's arahk, hidden it away, and it had remained in my possession. I think he suspected it was me but he didn't press the matter. After all, what good would a girl do with an arahk? I would never see battle, I would never get the chance to understand the joy of a battle. I was meant to cook, to care for my husband, care for our children, and little else.

    I was woken by my servant who shook me frantically, whispering about how a khalasar had attacked just moments ago. I knew that she wasn't lying, I could hear the telltale signs of a battle waging not far from where I slept. I told her to run and hide, to try and be safe. THe girl had been by my side since I was young, I couldn't remember a time without her. She was like a sister to me, I wanted her safe if nothing else.

    Once she had disappeared, I stood, digging into the bag I carried each and every day. The arahk that I had taken years ago was at the bottom. Jerking it out of the bag, I tip toed over the grass, dropping down behind a cart of ours. I peered over the top, watching as the battle raged on. I said a silent prayer, to the Great Stallion, to whomever was listening that my father would come out on top. It had been a long time since we were attacked without much warning... my father was aging but still strong. He would win, right?

    I heard a scream that chilled me right down to my core, my mother shouting my father's name over and over. Without even thinking about it, I rushed forward, gripping the arahk in my hands as I tried to find my mother. Not noticing the man come up behind me, I let out a grunt as I was shoved to the ground. The weapon was ripped from my grip and I was unceremoniously yanked onto my back.

    I stared up at the man, fear flowing through me. My father had always taught me to be strong, to never fear because he would keep me safe but I couldn't help but be afraid. I didn't recognize the man who stood above me. Cursing as the man reached for my hair, I winced as he began to drag me forward. I struggled, trying to grab onto something that I could use to defend myself or at least stop him from dragging me wherever he was planning to. He was probably going to rape me, to kill me. I had no clue but my worst fears came true when I was dropped in front of a man with a braid so long that I was sure he must have never been defeated in battle.

    The sound of my mother's voice was enough to make my heart sink as I glanced over, spotting her sobbing over my father's body. His throat had been cut, his braid discarded a few feet away.

    Numb. It was all I could feel, I wasn't even afraid as I looked up to the khal standing in front of me. The man who had discovered me began to speak, laughing about the state he had found me in. "I found her with an arahk! A tiny, little whore with a weapon! What would she have done? Cut herself!" He began to laugh, a grin spreading across his features. "I want to break her, make her mine!"

    I tossed a timid glance forward, realizing that perhaps I should have ran with my slave instead of trying to get involved in the battle. My parents had been right - a battle was no place for a woman. And yet, here I found myself at the mercy of the khal who had just killed my father.
    May 14th, 2017 at 07:27pm
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    Attacking other khalasar's was not unheard of among Dothraki. Of course, we all came from the same elders, had the same capital city, worshiped the same Great Stallion. We were all brothers and sisters in hindsight, but when a khalasar entered a new area of Essos, it was tradition that the first khalasar you came across you attacked. That's how khals gained their reputation, that's how you grew your khalasar. You defeated another khal, took their women, their slaves, as your own.

    I wiped the blood from my arakh, flinging it to the ground, next to the deceased man's braid. "Silence." I barked at the woman who was crying over his dead body. Looking back towards one of my own, and then down at the girl, I couldn't help but smirk. She had guts, running through a battle, carrying a weapon like a real warrior. "He's your father, isn't he? Your the daughter of the dead khal?" My voice came out a little berating, but I didn't mean to poke to much fun at the young woman.

    "You know the rules," I looked up at my own, "If she's a khal's daughter, she should belong to another khal. Hand her over." I bent down to pick up the braid from the ground, I liked to keep them as trophies. I had dismantled many khalasars, mine was the largest in Essos.

    I was the great Khal Drogo. Every Dothraki had heard of me, every Dothraki feared me.

    I also, apparently, had the dumbest brutes in my army. "I found her!" He tried to argue with me. I looked up at him, cocking an eyebrow.

    "Are you really disobeying me?" I growled, taking two large strides forward to grab his arm. I squeezed it with such ruthless grip, I heard a bone crack and he yelped. He dropped the young girl's arm and when I knew she was safe, I whipped the man around and slammed my arakh into his lower ribs, twisting it until blood began to run from his mouth. Dropping him to the ground with a loud thud, I turned back around to look at the young woman.

    "What's your name?" I demanded of her, not seeming to even be slightly affected by the merciless killing.
    May 15th, 2017 at 07:03am
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    I had no intention of telling the khal in front of me who I was. He didn't need to know that I was the daughter of the now dead khal. I knew the fate that I would be about to face, our traditions were barbaric at best. I closed my eyes as tightly as I could, pressing myself as hard into the ground as I could manage. If it had been up to me, the Earth would have swallowed me whole right then and there.

    Biting back a cry, I wasted no time when the khal turned toward his soldier. I scrambled toward where my father lay, just wanting to offer my mother some sort of comfort. She would join the Dosh Khaleen as quickly as possible, the only blessing was that her life would be peaceful after.

    I froze still a bit away from my mother when the khal turned back around. I didn't care when I noticed the khal had killed his own, my father had done his fair share. What terrified me even more was the dawning realization that my father may not have the chance to join the Great Stallion.

    Turning back toward the Khal, I shuffled forward on my knees. My mother was in no position to plead but there was nothing I wouldn't do for my father. It was foolish to get so close to the khal but I hoped it would show I was willing to do whatever it took. Still keeping my head lowered, I was quick to answer his question. "Ezhirri," the name was blurted out.

    "Please. Please, my khal. Let us burn his body so that he may join the Great Stallion," I spoke, tears pooling in my eyes. As strong as I wanted to be, the fear of being told no was all it took to send the tears down my cheeks. My bottom lip wobbled as I closed my eyes, dropping back toward the ground. "Please." I knew I likely sounded and looked pathetic but at the moment, I couldn't bring myself to care.
    May 15th, 2017 at 07:18am
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    I looked down at the young girl, crying at my feet. It was a sight to behold, truly. If it had been any other man than a Khal, I would've said no. I would've laughed, spit on the body and said no, but this was a Khal and I was about to force his daughter's hand. "Get off your knees, Ezhirri. Dry those eyes, too. We will burn your father's body."

    Grabbing the handle of my arakh that was still embedded in my former's body, I ripped it out and cleaned it off with his shirt. I placed it in my belt and grabbed the young woman's hand, forcing her onto her feet. "Dry your eyes." I repeated a little sterner. I didn't like when my people were crying. It showed weakness. And now all of her people were my people, and they would be strong.

    "Verro." I called to my bloodrider. He had been my best friend since we were small children running around my own father's khalasar. I trusted him with my life. He was the only one in my group that I truly trusted, I knew he would never go against anything I said unless he truly thought there was a better option. "Pick up her father, have other men build a large fire pit. We will burn him this night so he can join the Great Stallion and ride into the night. He was a Khal, he is meant to be honored."

    Turning back to Ezhirri's mother, I crossed my arms. "After the ritual, we will escort you back to Vaes Dothrak, where you will join the Dosh Khaleen. You will live the rest of your life in riches." I held no pity for the new widow, when you married a Khal you knew what you were getting yourself into. Every Khal has his day where he will meet his end.
    May 15th, 2017 at 07:33am
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    I let out a breathe that I hadn't even realized that I had been holding in when the Khal agreed to burn my father's body. I hung my head, wiping at my eyes in a half-hearted attempt to stop myself from crying. I swallowed around the lump that had formed in my throat, biting down on my lip. I knew the man in front of me was a powerful Khal, I just didn't know who he was yet. If i had known, I would have been even more afraid. I had heard tales of the great Khal Drogo, how ruthless and great of a warrior he was.

    As I was lifted to my feet, I couldn't help but shy away from the Khal's grip the moment it loosened on my hand. I was relieved because he had agreed to a make shift funeral for my father yet he had been the one to kill him, there was no telling how the Khal would treat me once our lives were entwined. I didn't know if he had plans to marry me, ones that I had no chance but to agree to. I just hoped that perhaps he would wait until after we reached Vaes Dothrak. I knew it was unlikely, there were rituals that would take place after a wedding in the holy city. Ones that I doubted the Khal would want to put off by waiting and returning to our city after my mother was escorted there.

    I was relieved that the Khal even mentioned that we would escort my mother to Vaes Dothrak. She would be safe in her passage there. It was unlikely that I would see her very many times after but I knew that the safest place for her was the city, she would be with others that understood her pain. She would mourn the loss of her husband.

    It was clear that I was still upset but I was careful to keep my gaze directed downward. HE had told me not to cry so I didn't want to upset him by completely disobeying him. "Thank you," I managed to force out, sniffling as I rubbed at my face. I was a Khalakki, I was supposed to be strong. The only thing that offered me the strength I needed was the fact that my mother had managed to somewhat collect herself.

    Squaring my shoulders, I straightened up. I would mourn when I was alone, when I could be afforded the chance. I blinked, turning toward the Khal without saying a word. I would simply wait until I was given instruction, my mind wandering to where my handmaiden was. I had no clue, I simply hoped that no harm had come to her. I wanted to go over to my mother but I didn't dare. "May I... gather my things?" There was no point in offering a fight, I couldn't take on a khalasar tens of thousands strong all on my own.
    May 15th, 2017 at 06:27pm
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    Much preparation went into expanding your khalasar. The easy part was killing their khal, the harder part was making sure you had enough supplies like food and water to sustain expanding. After agreeing to burn her father and having my friend go on to deal with the details, my mind had wandered off from the young woman and her mother.

    "Do what you want." I waved her off, not to concerned with leaving her out of my sight. What would she do? Find another weapon, try and take on my thousands of men? She would behave, she would obey. She was a woman after all. "But it won't be long before we begin the fire, so hurry." I barked.

    She was a beautiful young woman, though. She would make a fair khaleesi, and if she was as brave and impulsive in her every day life, as she was here tonight, life with her certainly wouldn't be boring. For now, though, I didn't have the time to think about marriage or women. At least not in this moment.

    I turned to my men and snarled, "Go through the camp, kill the weak men, we don't need any extra slaves either, so kill them too." It was an order and my men were happy to do it. Dothraki loved slaughtering and pillaging, it was in our blood. "Tell our women to gather up the food and supplies, we will need them for the journey. And find me something to drink, something strong. I deserve it after this win." I laughed.

    My mind wandered back to the girl, Ezhirri. If I was to marry her, it would have to be soon, before we would rich Vaes Dothrak. It would be pointless to get married after, we would have to make a whole repeat trip back to the city. I would at least ask her, to be respectful, but she would marry me regardless of her answer.
    May 15th, 2017 at 07:18pm
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    I stepped toward my mother the moment that I was given permission, all too eager to hug her. Neither of us knew where the rest of our family was, my mother rushed off in search of them. I hoped my sisters were still alive, I knew that my brothers would be killed. Princes among another khalasar would never be allowed. I didn't have time to mourn them at the moment.

    Whirling around at the mention of killing slaves, my heart dropped. My head snapped forward, my eyes widening as fear ran through me. Jassi. She may have not been royal, but she was nearly as close as a sister as my blood sister. I ran as fast as my legs would carry me, back toward where I had been sleeping less than an hour ago.

    I started shouting my friend's name as loudly as I could, not caring what attention it may bring along. I couldn't protect everyone, as much as I may have wanted to.

    Spotting a man struggling atop a woman, I was both horrified and relieved at once when I recognized the woman. Jassi, as my maid, had been more or less protected from the majority of bad things that slaves had to suffer through. But here, I had no real say in the matter but at least, Jassi was still here now.

    I stopped dead in my tracks, looking around I reached for a water jug. It was heavy, heavy enough that I hoped it would be a suitable enough weapon. I picked it up and rushed forward, slamming it down on the man's head when I was close enough. I wasn't foolish enough to think that it would knock him out so I was quick to help Jassi to her feet, turning and running back toward where I had come from. My belongings did not particularly matter. Glancing behind me, I spotted the man charging forward, pointing and shouting in our direction.

    Once we had reached the clearing, I pushed Jassi behind me, turning to face the angered soldier. When I realized I couldn't see the Khal, I grabbed Jassi's hand and began to run all over again. I was searching for the Khal, hoping that I would find him before the soldier caught up to us. I knew it was foolish to have saved a slave's life - it was stepping out of line in a way that had been unnecessary. The Khal could rip her away from me and there would be nothing I could do about it, I could only hope at this very moment.
    May 15th, 2017 at 07:42pm
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    Sitting in the old Khal's tent, I had my slaves fetching me whiskey and food. I heard screaming from outside and shut my eyes with a smile. It felt good to be powerful, to be feared. I had never been defeated in an attack, and there had been many. My braid now reached my lower back, the longest braid I had ever come across.

    "My khal-" a woman held out a platter of ribs and I grabbed it in my hands, breaking it apart and devouring it messily. I barely had the chance to enjoy it as the tent flaps were blown open and the khalakki, another young girl I hadn't met and one of my own men stood before me.

    Vagras looked like he was seething, ready to rip someone open. Blood trickled down his forehead. Ezhirri looked like she was paralyzed in fear at the sight of me, but relieved that Vagras was also frozen before me.

    "What do we have here? Vagras why are you chasing the khalakki?" I asked after swallowing, tossing the rib back onto the platter, causing my slave to stumble. I had a feeling I was about to shed more blood. A smile spread across my face.
    May 15th, 2017 at 07:54pm
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    I was at least relieved that when Vagras caught us, he didn't immediately snap. Instead he dragged us toward my father's tent and with a small rage building inside of me, I realized the Khal had taken it as his own. I forced the feelings away because the moment we stepped through the flap, it was replaced with fear.

    The Khal could choose to do as he pleased, I knew that whether I cared to admit it or not.

    "This bitch attacked me!" Vagras shouted, pointing to his forward. I flinched, shying away while simultaneously moving to stand in front of Jassi. It wasn't her fault that we were in this position, I had tried to protect her and now I found myself even wondering if I would be able to.

    I swallowed, turning toward the Khal slowly. I had been focused on Vagras, only to be confused when I noticed the Khal smiling. Why?

    "He was harming my friend!" I challenged, knowing how ridiculous I would have thought I was being had roles somehow been reversed. "Please. She has been by my side since I was young, she is different than the others!" I exclaimed, pleading my case as well as I knew how to.

    "Punish me if you must but don't kill her!" I was sure the Khal would punish me for harming his soldier, when all he was doing was following what all Dothraki men did during post battle celebrations. "I will do whatever it takes, please."
    May 15th, 2017 at 08:10pm
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    A laugh escaped my throat, bellowing through the tent as I turned away to pick up my goblet full of whiskey. "Vagras, you dog." I knew fear must've been consuming him, killing gave me a euphoric high and whenever I was acting like this, laughing, smiling, death would follow close behind. "You threatened the khalakki's hand maiden?" I questioned, turning back around, taking the last sip of my drink, feeling the burn run down my throat. I tossed the goblet to the ground.

    "You ordered us to kill all the slaves." Vagras frowned, trying to defend himself. It was pathetic.

    "Yes, I did. I said the slaves. I didn't think you'd be dumb enough to think that that included the soon-to-be khaleesi's hand maidens." I laughed, picking up my arakh, spinning it in my grip. "But what I find funnier, is that a little girl was able to make you bleed." I laughed in his face, drawing closer. "Attacking her hand maiden, I could forgive. Chasing my chosen khaleesi through the camp, unforgivable." My smile dropped from my face and I grabbed his hair.

    "Khal, no!" He cried out as I slid the blade across his throat, his blood gushing from the wound and splashing all over my exposed chest. He gurgled and tried to grasp for breath, but it was no use. The cut was to deep, he'd bleed out in mere moments. I dropped his body to the ground and barked at my slaves to expose of it.

    I handed my weapon off to another slave to be cleaned, and turned around to face Ezhirri. This wasn't exactly how I wanted her to find out that I planned on wedding her, but I'm sure she already expected it. "No one will harm you in my khalasar, khalakki's do not get punished." I narrowed my eyes at her. "Is your hand maiden hurt?" I beckoned for someone to bring a medic. We only had one, we hardly ever had anyone hurt in my camp that I intended to patch up. One medic was sufficient for the women in my khalasar that I wanted to keep alive. That mostly just included my personal slaves, but I had never had one harmed before.
    May 15th, 2017 at 08:31pm
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    I watched warily as the Khal reacted, my heart sinking with his initial reaction. It was just a joke to the Khal - surely if he was laughing with the soldier, then I was in trouble. I swallowed, taking a small step backward as the Khal neared us. His weapon was out and the only thing I could focus on as I stood in front of Jassi. There was no way that I would let harm come to her, unless it was over my dead body.

    The Khal's words, I couldn't even decide how I felt about it. He had just confirmed that I would be his khaleesi but at least he wasn't angry with me. At least he wasn't going to harm me or my maid.

    I hadn't meant to feel afraid as the man's body dropped to the ground but I was. If he was so willing to kill his own men, as quickly as he had, he was more ruthless than I had realized. Sure, my father had had his moments but I was usually kept far away from such moments. As much as I had wanted my own point in battles, it was becoming clear to me that I would have never been cut out for it.

    Shaking my head when the Khal asked if Jassi was hurt. "A few scratches and bruises," I reported with a slight shrug of my shoulders. Something not to really be concerned over, we had suffered through worse as children at play.

    I knew I had no choice in marrying the Khal, I just hoped that perhaps he wouldn't be as brutal when we were together. I knew how some Khals treated their Khaleesis, it was almost expected. Clearing my throat, I glanced toward Jassi. I had no clue what to do. Normally, we would walk around camp and I would talk to others, find something to entertain myself with but now? I didn't know what I was and wasn't supposed to do. Before, I could have gotten away with anything.

    Clearing my throat, I turned toward the Khal but didn't lift my head. I was still afraid of him and the potential denial of my requests. He had already granted the most important with my father and now, with keeping Jassi alive, was I pushing my luck? "Can we return for our clothing? I didn't get a chance to grab them... we will return right away," I promised, not wanting him to think we would try to escape or any sense of the word.
    May 15th, 2017 at 09:02pm
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    "Go." Was all I mustered out, waving her away with my hand as I turned back to let myself fall down into the chair where her father used to sit. I had been hoping she'd be a little more grateful, I had just slaughtered my own man, all her for slave and yet there she stood, still shaking like a wet rat at my presence.

    I couldn't blame her though, I'd be terrified of me too. I was the largest khal I had ever set eyes on, and my eyes always seemed so angry, they were almost pure black except for the tinge of brown you could see in them when they were being lit up by the sun or a burning camp fire. And surely, she now knew my name, and my reputation certainly preceded me. She must've heard all the stories of the khals I had struck down, all the khalasars I had dismantled. I was a legend our people told to their children.

    I watched her go and when she did, Verro came in right after she disappeared. "The pyre is ready to be set a flame, Drogo." He growled.

    "Good, we will wait just a little bit longer, though. The khalakki is still not ready." I opened my hand toward a servant girl, wanting another drink, this time of wine.
    May 17th, 2017 at 07:02pm
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    It wasn't until we reached my tent that I thought I let my fear show. I was kneeling as I shoved my belongings back into my bag. I happened across the little toy horse my father had gifted me when I was young and that was all it took for my tears to begin. I hung my head as Jassi took over backing my belongings. She would have comforted me but we both understood it was best not to keep the Khal waiting.

    I had heard the tales of Drogo but I had never thought this would be possible. I didn't think Drogo would happen across my khalasar and take me as his own. Some Khaleesi were afforded quite a bit, were treated like the Queens of the West and then there were the unlucky ones, the ones that were treated nearly as low as slaves. I was sure that I would not be one of the lucky ones. I was not someone from his own khalasar, I was only the daughter of a Khal he had killed.

    She insisted on carrying my bag on the way back to the Khal's tent. My stomach twisted and my heart sank lower the closer we drew to it. I was only a few tents away - the trip took no more than a few minutes of navigating the fallen. Just before we stepped through the flap, I wiped my face to ensure there would be no tears to upset Drogo.

    Stepping through the flap, I was quick to move to the side so that I would not be in anyone's way. I was no slave but I knew that it was best for me to keep out of the way. Anything that meant that I wasn't any more of a problem than I already was. All of the lectures I had received as a young child and even up until today were front and center in my mind. Of course I had never truly taken them to heart because I was still a khalakki. I didn't truly need to.

    I felt the Khal's eyes on me and reluctantly, I looked up to meet his gaze. I wanted anything other than to be here but I knew better than to ask to leave or to ask if my father's funeral pyre was ready. I didn't want to come across as ungrateful, I had been spared and Jassi had. My father would be burned. All of which I hadn't been expected.

    My eyes locked onto Drogo's and I swallowed. I knew that if I was his that no true harm would come to me - I would live for another day but I was still utterly terrified of the man and I was positive h had to sense it.
    May 18th, 2017 at 01:39am
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    "Finally, you're back." I stood, stretching as I grabbed my arakh back from my side and placed it in my belt. "The ceremony for your father is prepared, we should go now. The slaves will begin to pack up so once it is over we will be leaving." My words came out more like demands, I was ready be on the move with my newly enlarged khalasar, but I was one for traditions. The fallen khal deserved his moment.

    Walking up to the frightened khalakki, I smiled. "Your father drew an honorable death, I promise. If his ghost could talk to you, he'd tell you the same thing. No khal wants to die old and feeble, to be taken down in battle at such an old age is an honor." I chuckled before moving out of the tent, holding the flap up for my soon to be khaleesi.

    "Tell your servant girl to take your belongings to the horses, the men there will no which horse to pair them with. Then she can join us at the pyre."

    We walked to where most had gathered by now. Verro had done a wonderful job of setting the funeral pyre up in such a short time. It was large and sturdy, worthy of a khal. I wouldn't have even been mad if it were mine one day. The khal's body laid to rest at the top, lying flat as a board against the upper most level. The pyre was about three times my height, with stacks of wood and hay around the bottom, surrounding it, ready to be lit ablaze.

    I looked down at Ezhirri and raised an eyebrow. "Would you like to go pay your respects along with your mother before it is lit?" I asked her.
    May 18th, 2017 at 05:02am
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    I couldn't help but be a bit confused when the Khal began to try and comfort me. At least it seemed like that was what he was doing, when he started to talk about my father's death. I knew everything that he was saying was true but it didn't make the sting of my father and brothers being gone any less. My face started to morph into a glare, only for it to fall when Jassi nudged me. The woman knew me even better than my sisters, she was with me pretty much all of the time.

    Turning toward her, I didn't even have to say anything to her because she was already heading off to do just as Drogo had said. I was thankful because I didn't exactly trust my voice at the moment. I swallowed around the lump in my throat as I made my way, my attention focused on where I stepped.

    When Drogo stopped, I stopped just beside him. I lifted my head slowly. Looking over the pyre, I felt tears well in my eyes. I quickly shut them, desperately willing away the tears. It would do no good to cry, Drogo had made it clear that he didn't care for when his people were upset. Whether I would be an honoured Khaleesi or one of the unlucky ones didn't really matter. But I was sure if I upset him by crying, my chances of being well off slimmed down even further than they already had.

    I drew in a shaky deep breathe, nodding to answer Drogo's question. I stepped forward slowly, meeting my mother and two sisters by the middle of the funeral pyre. We each took a moment to whisper words that only the four of us could hear. This would be one of our last moments together, I could only wonder what fate had in store for my sisters. My mother's was already obvious, mine was as well.

    When we stepped away from the pyre, one of Drogo's men stepped forward and set it aflame. We stood still for a feew long minutes before we all seemed to realize that we shouldn't keep Drogo waiting any longer. We had done more than enough of that already.

    Turning, I led the way back toward Drogo. It took a moment before I found my voice. It still didn't sound quite as strong as I would have wished but I hoped it wouldn't bother him too much. "It is time," was all I could bring myself to say, a chill running down my spine as I looked up to him. "We are ready."
    May 20th, 2017 at 05:25am
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    I looked down at my betrothed and nodded, "I will fetch you a horse."

    Turning away from her, I walked into the sea of people because at this point that was what it was. My khalasar had just started as a feeble group of ten, including me, when I had become of age and my father forced me out of his camp. I had been trained well and doubled my group within just three nights, I could remember it well. I had no remorse for killing Ezhirri's father, especially since I had killed my own within a month's time of leaving him, and taking his khalasar as my own. I had no time to weep or moan a loss, that was woman's job. Men should have no room for emotion.

    I barked orders as my people basically threw themselves out of my way. "Pack up, we leave immediately!"

    Even though I thought men should be hard as stone, that still wasn't to say that I didn't want to impress my Khaleesi. Men should be protectors, especially for their own. I protected my khalasar, if they obeyed me, and I would protect my khaleesi, if she did the same as my people. I walked to the makeshift stables and chose the rarest one for her. A white mare with a gray dappled coat. The name I had chosen for her was Ghost, because that is what she looked like when she was running through the night along side my mostly black and brown herd.

    I saddled her up and grabbed her reigns, making our way back to the fire.

    "Ezhirri." I called her out name out when she came into view. I could tell she was still grieving, tears now spotting her cheeks. I wasn't blind to her when she was trying to stray strong in front of my gaze earlier. I could tell she wanted to impress me. She wanted me to think she was strong because she thought that would make me treat her with respect. She was still a woman, and I knew they were filled to the brim with emotions.

    "This is my gift to you, your first gift in me asking for your hand." I held out the reigns to her. "Her name is Ghost." It was tradition that Khaleesi would receive three gifts before being wed. Well, actually the tradition was that guests would present three gifts to the Khaleesi at the wedding, but the gifts would actually be for the Khal. Like weapons, gold, etc. But I didn't want a marriage where my Khaleesi was just my door mat, I wanted a strong Khaleesi to make me proud, and my Khaleesi deserved her own gifts.
    May 20th, 2017 at 06:19am
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    I looked up to Drogo in surprise when he mentioned a horse for me. I had expected to do what my mother had - walked dutifully beside my father, with her head held high as she tried to control us kids. As well as she could as we walked across the plains. I had expected that if I was lucky and, well, if I was unlucky, I'd end in one of his bloodriders' tents. If not tossed around, unceremoniously between each of them.

    I had turned toward my family, each of us quiet as we tried to blend into our newfound khalasar. For how long, none of the others knew but I hoped I would be able to keep my sisters safe. Drogo had already shown a bit of hospitality, perhaps if I played my cards right and I obeyed him, my sisters would be treated well. Perhaps they wouldn't turn into whores, it was all I could hope for.

    Whispering began around me and it seemed that my mother was far too focused on something behind me. I started to ask what was wrong but as if on cue, my sisters' attention was caught as well. My brows pulled together as I heard my name. I turned around slowly, my breathe catching in my throat when I caught sight of the horse that Drogo led.

    My eyes widened as I looked at the horse that Drogo presented to me. I listened to him speak, my jaw dropping in slow motion. I hesitated, unsure of what to even say or do until one of my sisters nudged me forward. I walked up to Drogo, lifting a hand to pet Ghost slowly. A small smile broke out on my face as I let out a small laugh. My parents had never allowed me a horse - I was a khalakki, a horse was unnecessary for me. I couldn't remember the last time that I rode one, even.

    There was no word to thank Drogo in our language but I bowed slightly, hoping to show my appreciation. I wouldn't dare begin to ride the horse until Drogo sat atop his, not wanting to show any disrespect. Straightening, I began to follow Drogo, leading Ghost away from my family.
    May 22nd, 2017 at 03:57am
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    I couldn't have my khaleesi walking, and it was disrespectful in my mind for such a strong, well should be strong, woman to just ride on the back of one. If Ezhirri couldn't ride she wasn't deserving of being a khaleesi. "Do you know how to ride?" I asked once the thought crossed my mind, cocking an eyebrow in her direction as I looked down at her.

    It was obvious how much younger Ezhirri was than me, just looking at the height difference between us. She barely came up to chest, but it was common for khaleesi's to be younger. That was something that stretched across all Dothraki, even Ezhirri's mother looked at least a decade younger than her deceased husband.

    "If you do not, I will give you a brief lesson, but you must be ready to ride alone here soon. It isn't hard." I stopped walking once we had gotten to the front of the line of people, ready to lead them on through the desert. We only rode during the day and the sun was about to begin it's descent into the sky.
    May 24th, 2017 at 03:50am
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    If I had been thinking about consequences, I wouldn't have laughed in Drogo's face at his question but I hadn't been thinking. Not one bit. It took a moment for me to realize what I had just done, the amount of disrespect I had shown. Had this been any other man in the world, I likely wouldn't have cared for I had always been a little bit reckless in nature. But Drogo? He would be my husband in hardly any time at all and his reputation was enough to make me want to fall to my knees and beg for... for I don't even know.

    Instead, I settled with hanging my head. I begged the Great Stallion silently that I would not meet my end right here and now. I was surprised when Drogo laughed. If I hadn't witnessed him laughing just before killing one of his own men, I would have been relieved yet I was left even more on edge than before.

    "I'm sorry," the words were uttered so quietly that I was sure only Drogo would have heard me. Clearing my throat, I straightened, turning toward Ghost. I wordlessly climbed into the saddle, my back straight as I gathered the reigns in my grip. It wasn't until I was settled that I braved looking over at Drogo, trying to appear far more brave than I felt at the moment.
    May 24th, 2017 at 04:14am