Sun and Stars.

I made sure we had our privacy, making sure the tents dial was closed before beginning to undress. The tent was only lit by one lonesome lantern on the table and candles strewn about for extra light. "The day after our arrival so the residents have time to plan and set up everything." I told her, unstrapping my weapon sheaths and kicking them next to my chair. I untied my boots and kicked them to the side as well before peeling off my leather pants.

It hadn't crossed my mind that this might make Ezhirri uncomfortable. It was what I was used to, sleeping naked. I sat down in my chair, beginning to pick the bands from my braids. "It is usually a slaves place, but I wish for us to have our privacy. Will you brush out my hair?" I asked her, holding out my brush that was made from horse mane and bone. It was the one thing I did cherish. A Khals hair was very important to him.

I knew I should have expected it but I was still surprised when Drogo started to undress. My eyes widened and I turned slightly so that I wasn't staring directly at him. His weapon sheath landed in my line of sight and I was shocked when the first thoughts ran through my head were if I could move quicker than Drogo. The sheath was closer to him but I was smaller, I had spent most of my years running around and sneaking things that I probably shouldn't have. My father's old arakh had been proof of that. I silently scolded myself, turning further away from Drogo. I had to learn how to be faithful, to be loyal, and to most importantly make Drogo proud of the woman he had decided to wed.

When Drogo began to speak, I turned quickly so that I could pay attention to what he was saying. I made sure to keep my gaze level with his, not wanting to catch a sneak peak of anything that Drogo had to offer. A light blush covered my cheeks but I hoped that he wouldn't be able to notice it. Nodding quickly, I stepped forward and held my hand out for the brush that he offered me.

I knelt down behind him and began to brush his hair out, starting slowly at the ends of it as to not pull his hair anymore than what was necessary. "There is no need for a slave," my words were quiet as I spoke, hoping that I hadn't offended him with anything I said. "If it's something that I am able to do, a slave does not have any reason to." My voice was a bit harsher this time around, not even realizing that it was jealousy that had begun to spark its way through my being.

"You wish to care for me?" I raised an eyebrow and then shut my eyes, letting myself relax as I felt the brush pull and tug it's way through my thick, coarse, unruly hair. It hadn't even been a thought to me that Ezhirri would think about stealing my arakh, I didn't think any woman would want to such a thing, but maybe I should think differently after seeing how she manhandled my late bloodrider for trying to hurt her slave.

I sat in my chair not trying to hide anything, my legs were spread, everything have it's room to breath. I wasn't a shy man in the slightest. "You wish to tend to my hair, my body? Wash it, paint it?" I gestured to the blue body paint, war paint, that adorned my chest and shoulders. "Why?" I asked her.

At Drogo's questioning, I began to nod my head. Even if I didn't want to necessarily bath him, I knew that it likely went hand in hand with what I had said and I wasn't about to go back on my word. When he asked why, I suddenly realized that he wasn't able to see when I nodded my head. Biting back a sigh, my shoulders sagged as I continued to work my way through the knots in his hair.

"You are to be my Khal. To defend and protect our people, but when we are in our tent, as my mother said, you are mine and I am yours." It was simple to her. I tensed slightly, wondering how well my words would go over. "I am meant to bear you children and I want..." I trailed off, unsure of what I even wanted to say at the point. "Us to get along well," I finished, dropping my hands to my lap once I had finished with his hair. I didn't want to make Drogo think that I expected to be babied or for him to love me. I didn't, I just hoped that his treatment would at least continue in the same way that it had begun.

I was surprised by her words, surprised that she was mature enough to see things in that light. I nodded, agreeing, "Your wise for your age." I told her, "I want us to get along, as well." I didn't know if she realized it or not, but I had already treated her much better than I should've. Killing my own for her, going against my own orders to keep her slave alive, offering her her own sleeping arrangements. Any other khal wouldn't have been as accommodating.

Standing, I grabbed a glass from the table and poured some liquor in it, taking a large gulp. "Khalasars run smoother if the khal and khaleesi are getting along well, people are happier, it's good." I offered her a drink of water, knowing she want one hundred percent solid in her words. Part of her was just trying to make me happy. I knew that, I could see it.

As much as I wanted to be true in my words, I couldn't bring myself to truly feel what I was saying was true. I knew that part of what I was saying was because I was still afraid of Drogo. Even now while we were alone, I knew that I wouldn't deny Drogo anything he wanted. While I hadn't taken off a single piece of clothing, he was completely undressed and I felt a distinct fear that curled in the pit of my stomach.

I took the water gratefully, sipping at it when I had pulled it close. I took a deep breathe, looking up to meet Drogo's gaze. I offered a hint of a smile, wanting to keep the atmosphere as light as I could. I was sure that Drogo could detect how uneasy I was and I didn't want it to anger him, like my tears had earlier. My brows pulled together as I turned, chewing on my bottom lip. I was too curious for my own good and decided to ask Drogo despite thinking it had to be a bad idea.

"You care that your people are happy? Why?" When I finished speaking, I dropped my head down, not wanting to see what emotions my question had provoked.

"Because they follow me and I couldn't take them all at once if they decided I want a good enough Khal." I grabbed her a short and sweet answer, feeling fatigue settle in. "I have never been defeated, but if more than a hundred people decided to rush me, I doubt Id stand much of a chance." Standing, I walked towards Ezhirri and placed my hand around her waist.

Looking down into her eyes, I fiddled with the back of her dress. "We should sleep, are you comfortable laying next to me?" I wouldn't be upset if she said no. Holding get this close, I could feel the curves of her body and I hoped she'd say yes.

Despite myself when Drogo wrapped an arm around my waist, I leaned into his chest. It seemed to be instinct alone because when I realized it, I didn't feel like it was wrong. Exhaling slowly, I fought against the feeling of comfort that I seemed to feel in his arms. I looked up to him, giving him a small nod of my head. I glanced down to my body and smoothed down the material of my pants, realizing that Drogo likely assumed I would undress.

Taking a deep breathe, I stepped away from Drogo. Reaching around to my back, I began to undo the ties on my shirt. My heart was racing and my hands began to shake, making it difficult for me to take it off. Letting out a small noise of frustration, my hands dropped to my side. "I'm sorry," I rushed, deciding that it would be easier to shimmy out of my pants instead.

I just watched her, noting how her hands had begun to tremble. "If you're not comfortable you can sleep clothed." I told her, not knowing what I should do. I wanted her to be comfortable but at the same time I had never cared about anyone's well being before. Certainly not a girls, either. Usually when I had a girl in my tent, she was a whore and there was never any small talk and I would've ripped the clothes from her body by now.

I knew Ezhirri wasn't comfortable but she wasn't allowing herself to tell me the truth. That was fine, I didn't like it, but there was nothing I could do. I could tell she wasn't comfortable sleeping with me. I turned down the furs on bed and laid down, hoping if I wasn't watching her anymore, she would feel comfortable enough to undress...Or not undress. Whatever she chose.

I took a deep breathe, closing my eyes and holding my breathe as I finished undressing. I wasn't about to not do it, I knew that it would make Drogo happy and in the long run, if I wanted this to have any chance at working remotely well? I had to sort it out for myself that my own happiness largely depended on Drogo's happiness. At the end of the day, if he was upset with me, there was no one who would be able to do something about it but me.

Looking down at my naked body, I ran my hands down my torso. I knew, or at least I thought, that I was attractive. My breasts were perky, there was a curve to my hips, but I wasn't a slave. Would I be enough? Huffing, I pushed away the fears as I stepped toward the bed that I would share with Drogo. I cleared my throat as I laid down besid him, biting down on my lip as he turned toward me. "My father wasn't rushed to marry me off, I'm sorry," I muttered, not daring to bring my gaze up to meet his. I hoped that my explanation would help him understand my nerves a bit.

I watched her undress, letting my eyes gaze over her exposed skin. I had seen many naked women and there wasn't much difference between them. Some were skinnier, some thicker, but for the most part they all had the same curve. I wasn't expecting to be drawn into her as I watched the flame from the lit lanterns in my tent dance over her curves. She slipped into the bed beside of me and it was hard not to pull her towards me and take her as my own now.

"Stop apologizing for everything." I told her, growing a little annoyed. That's how all my slaves and bloodriders acted, always apologizing, always tip-toeing around me. "Khaleesis dont need to apologize for anything. Be strong." I encouraged her.

When I laid down on the bed, I was all too eager to pull the blankets up over my body. I set my arms on top of the furs, willing myself to relax as I listened to Drogo speak. I swallowed, nodding my head slowly. I sort of understood the idea of being strong, all Dothraki longed to be viewed as strong and independent but wouldn't it be wrong to be too strong? I didn't want Drogo to think that I was trying to overpower him or something equally as ridiculous as that.

Exhaling slowly, I struggled with the decision to roll over. I almost always slept on my side but should I face him or turn away? Part of me wanted to turn away but I was smarter than that, it would be rude to turn my back to him after how kind he had been to me all day. Pushing away the thoughts, I shook my head to clear it before turning on my side to face Drogo. My gaze met his chest and I swallowed at the thought alone. With us each on our sides, I barely met his side. He was so much stronger than me, he could have his way with me and likely make me do anything he wanted. Who was I to tell my future husband no? We would be married within the next few days and that solidified the fact that I was his.

Opening my mouth to apologize, I abruptly shut it before actually speaking. "Should I... should I blow out the lanterns?" I asked, no real idea what else to say. I didn't want to make any more of a fool of myself than I already had.

"No." Drogo whispered, wanting them to stay ablaze so he'd be able to look over her. He knew how women were, strong headed, stubborn, overly emotional, but he also knew that no matter how they were feeling, one thing could always soothe them. Well, not always, but he was willing to give it a chance. Now was a good opportunity after all, she was rolled on her side, facing him, only inches apart. He held out his arms and pulled her closer, and for a second, he thought he saw a glimpse of fear on her face. He continued his plan though, sure that she was just worried he was going to take her body, but he wasn't. He just pulled her closer, against his chest, wrapping his arms around her, in almost a bear hug. "Just sleep..." He whispered, his mouth pressed against her hair.

My eyes widened slightly as Drogo's arms reached for me. I had expected us to sleep in the same bed but I hadn't exactly expected him to take me, I had thought, hoped that he would wait until after our wedding. I knew that it would be bloody, loud, and it would be enjoyable. Our traditions wouldn't allow for anything else but would it be different because we were in Vaes Dothrak? I had never heard of a wedding in the sacred city before so I couldn't help but wonder - there would be no bloodshed, right? My thoughts ran rampant as I was pulled into Drogo's chest. I wouldn't dare to tell him no, I would never think of it especially since I didn't quite know him well enough to know how he'd react or anything. I was surprised when I realized Drogo only wanted to cuddle until we slept. I hesitated for a moment before setting my hand on his chest, my arm resting on his chest as my eyes fluttered shut. I laid awake, letting the motions of Drogo's breathing lull me to sleep.

My sleep was a good one, peaceful and solemn, but the sun waits for no one. The rays of light cascaded down from the few holes in my tent's roofing and as soon as they touched my face I awoke. We couldn't waste any time, Vaes Dothrak was close. I pulled myself out of Ezhirri's embrace, pulling the cover of furs back over her body. Well, I guess the day could wait for her. She was immediately needed.

I left my tent, barking orders at nearby slaves. "Get the camp taken down, leave my tent for last. And be quiet! Ezhirri is still resting."

My bloodrider's probably thought I had taken her last night and that's why I was being so kind to let her sleep in and get extra rest. I hadn't, and I wouldn't give their rumors any attention, because when I did take Ezhirri after our wedding, they wouldn't think I had, they'd know I had.

When I started to come to, I was surprised when I found that the other side of the furs were cold to touch. There was no warm body beside me. It unnerved me, that Drogo had decided to let me sleep without so much as waking me to tell me that I should get up or something. He had decided to let me sleep which I appreciated but why? Climbing out of the bed, I was quick to dress. I brushed my hair, putting it together in a quick braid before rushing out of the tent. I was even more surprised when I realized the majority of the tent had been taken down.

I frowned, making my way toward the center of the broken down camp. I was intent on finding something for breakfast, unsure of when we would be getting to Vaes Dothrak but I couldn't wake. Surely the food would be excellent, abundant more so than what I was used to. Jassi found me with a piece of bread in hand, dipped in gravy with a small piece of meat resting on top of it.

"Drogo says we will reach Vaes Dothrak today," I said quietly, my apprehension more than clear to her. She reached out to set a hand on my arm, in an attempt to comfort me. "We... we will wed tomorrow."

I was already atop my horse, ready to get a move on. It wouldn't even take us half a day to reach our home city and I was more than ready to get started on our journey. Riding my horse around the bit of my camp that was still up, I eventually caught glimpse of Ezhirri and her servant girl, I was glad to see she had been brought breakfast.

Riding my steed up the two girls, I gave my khaleeki a smile and a short nod. "Good, your maiden brought you some breakfast. Eat it fast, your horse is waiting. We will be moving soon." I told her, hoping that was a good enough 'good morning'. It was pretty much all I could muster, I was to ecstatic to get a move on.

I knew before Drogo even began to speak that he was approaching. Jassi had quieted down and was looked down at the ground, as were the other slaves mulling about while they finished taking apart the camp. Looking up when the horse stopped just off to my side, my eyes found his as he began to speak. I found myself allowing a small smile to overtake my features as I tilted my head to the side. When Drogo finished speaking, I gave a nod of my head to show I understood what he wanted.

I started heading over to where the horses were even before I finished breakfast. It was an easy enough thing so I thought that I would be able to eat even as we got on our way. Looking down to Jassi, I grinned a bit as I leaned down. "I want you to enjoy yourself tonight and tomorrow. I will have plenty of people around to help. Go do whatever you desire, alright?" I said, scoffing when she tried to argue Deciding that my only other option was to turn and guide my horse away from Jassi, I started making my way toward the front of the convoy, where I knew Drogo would undoubtedly be.

I was used to my people always looking away from me the closer I grew upon their backs. They were all afraid to make eye contact with me, afraid that if they did, they might actually be the one I sought after. They were all afraid of me, afraid of upsetting me, but they also respected me. It wasn't just fear that forced them to follow me.

It wasn't to much longer that the camp was completely dismantled and we were on our way. The only thing I despised about having a large khalasar was how long it took to get set up and how long it took to get going. The sun was almost at it's highest when I decided it might be a good thing to talk with Ezhirri about what tomorrow held. "When we reach Vaes Dothrak, it will be a day of rest, a day of celebration. Tomorrow we will be wed." I began the conversation, hoping to see what kind of emotions my words sparked.

I found myself beginning to look forward to my marriage to Drogo. To me, since he hadn't even tried to take me the night before spoke volumes to what our marriage would be. I hoped that it would remain the case but I wasn't about to question him or tell him what to do. While he already seemed to value me, I didn't want to try and take charge because I was sure that it would upset Drogo if I told him no or tried to do something he hadn't told me to in the bedroom, at least.

Looking over as Drogo spoke, I gave a tiny nod of my head. I smiled, urging my horse to walk a bit closer to Drogo's. "We... we do not have to wait, if you do not wish," I offered, hoping that I wasn't being too forward with what I was telling him. I hoped that it would show my willingness to move things along with him. I knew that things could change, but I found myself looking forward to being with Drogo. Of all the tales that I had heard of Drogo, he wasn't appearing to be the monster he had been made out to be.