The Mother of Dragons and the Warrior Slave (On hold)

Chapter 1

"Wake up slave!" I hear a voice shout and I feel his foot make contact with my back. I get up and look at him.

"The master's wife wishes for you in her chambers!" The other guard yells and I stand and go to her chambers.

My name is Drogon. I have seen 24 winters and I am a slave in my master's house. I was taken from my home as a child.

I stand outside the doors of my master's wife's chambers and knock.

"Come in." She says and I walk in and bow with my face to the ground.

"Drogon!" She say as she sees me.

"Stand." She says and I stand. She comes over and hugs me. She is  a kind mistress but do not make her angry. Which is easy for me. I help her with a secret project that we have been working on for a long time.

"Stay for a while." She makes me sit on the floor infront of her and she braids my long black hair. After a while I am told to go back to my cell. On my way back the master's son stops me.

"Where do you think you are going you worthless peice of filth?" He asks I know better than to answer him unless commanded so I keep my head down and my mouth shut. "Answer me."

"Back to my cell, my lord." I say as I keep my head down.

"Where are you coming from?" He asks. I know better than to tell him. He strikes me when I do not answer. The force from his blow is enough to knock me back and it takes ever thing I have to not rip his throat out.

"ANSWER ME!" He roars. Then I hear his mother and father come towards us.

"Geoff what is going on? Drogon what are you doing out of your cell past curfew?" His father asks.

"He would bother tell me what he was doing out here." Geoff says.

"He was helping me with something husband. I needed help and he was the best suited for the job." The mistress explains.

"Why did you not tell me that?" The master asks me. I look down.

"I did not know if the mistress wished for me to tell you." I answer.

"Ah. Well. Go to your cell." The master says. I stand and bow then I turn and leave. I go back to my cell and try to get some sleep.

(A few hours later)

I am woken up to guards dragging me to the courtyard. I know what is coming and I try to fight back. I stop fighting when we com into view of the whipping post. They force me on my knees and bind my hands. I lay my head against the post and wait for the punishment that I have done nothing to deserve.

'Crack!' I groan as the whip hits my back. 'Crack!' Again and again and again. The whip makes contact with my back. I groan ever time as I feel the skin of my back rip off as the whip leaves. I can't keep from slipping out of consciousness as the whip makes contact with my back yet again. I've counted 37 lashes. A new record. At 38 I hear shouting and fighting. I feel my wrists being released and I feel myself falling backwards before I hit the ground I am caught by and see a familiar face. Then the edges of my vision turn black and I slip into darkness.

I wake up face down on the bed in my cell and feel pain in my back as some one presses a cloth on my whip marks.

"Ahh!" I yell in pain.

"Sorry." I hear the doctor says as he continues. I grit my teeth to keep from crying out. He finishes and leaves me alone. I grunt and sit up. I begin to move around my cell. Even though every breath I take causes my back to sting.

I know that I can not just stay in one place. It makes my back hurt worse. I groan as I finally get to the opposite side of my cell. I breath hard and sit. Someone comes in and I see the face of one of the slaves that has grown to become one of my closest friends. He comes over and helps me back to my bed just as I black out again.