Valaena Fireborn of House Targaryen has been in exile her entire life. Robert's Rebellion twenty years ago forced her and her siblings out of their home to Essos. Valaena was sold to Khal Drogo as his wife so her brother could use her husband's arm...
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Jon's skin was rough with callouses and warm against mine. His hand was notably larger than mine, his fingers wrapped around mine in a way that felt protective. I couldn't help but wonder what he thought about how my hand felt in his. Did he like that my fingers were slimmer than his? What about my own callouses from years of holding a weapon? Was he expecting hands that were soft and smooth like a Lady's were supposed to be?
"I won't behave like a queen while I'm here." I didn't know how long we stood there before I broke the silence, time slowed when all I could think about was the man before me.
"Thank you." Jon's voice was taut. I couldn't tell if it was because of my chest nearly pressing into his, his hand encompassing mine, what I'd told him, or something else. By the way he suddenly dropped my hand like my touch burned him, I'd guess it was the close quarters.
"Is there anything else you want to ask me?" I took a small step back to create some distance between us.
"The language you and your escort speak, is it Dornish?" Of course he comes back to that when I give him the chance to question me.
"Dothraki." I've already told him more than anyone else in this country knew about me and he took it well. Adding to it wouldn't hurt, would it? "I suppose that only leaves you with more questions. My siblings are dead. Before he died, Viserys married me to Khal Drogo. He's dead now too."
"Khal's are Dothraki horselords?" Jon didn't offer me sympathy or pity I didn't want. A tell tale sign he's lost loved ones too.
"Yes. That's why Kovarro calls me Khaleesi." Seven fucking hells why was I telling this man everything?
"You said you are the Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, that means?" The way he spoke without judging or interrogating me, asking questions out of pure curiosity, made him seem trustworthy.
"I united all of the Dothraki into a single horde. I hate to ask more favors of you, but I'd like to send a raven to my in-laws in Dorne. I'm hoping to form an alliance with them." Now that I've seen how expansive Westeros is, I doubt I'll have time to travel south to visit the Martells before my army and advisors reach Dragonstone in three moons.
"The ravenry is in the Maester's Turret near the kitchens. I would like to tell my sister you're here. The Lady of Winterfell should know." Gods this was turning into a big mess.
I only intended for King Jon Snow to know who I really am, and now he wanted his sister to know? I didn't know the woman, I hadn't even met her. How was I supposed to know if she wouldn't tell anyone? I was hoping word wouldn't spread I was in the country before I was already on Dragonstone, but who knew if that would happen now.
"I don't want word to spread that I'm here." I reiterated my initial request, making sure he knew I didn't want Lady Stark to know if she couldn't keep her mouth shut.
