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

Chapter 3

(Drogon's POV)
Well today is the day. The mother of dragons should be here anytime. All of us are dressed in our best. We are all wearing khaki trousers and shirts or dresses. I am making a quick trip to the market to help one of the others. We are on our way back to the house when I hear someone yelling. I give the other servant the items and go check on the yelling.

I see a old man yelling for help. The old man's cart has flipped over and the boy's leg is caught under it. I run over and lift the cart off of the boy's leg and the old man pulls him out. I let the cart fall back down and turn to the boy. He lays in the dirt crying. I carefully pick him up and carry him to the doctors. I help them hold him down as they move the bones back where they need to be. I walk out the door and see the grandfather.

"Sir? Are you ok?" I ask then he throws up all over me. My jaw drops and he walks away. I take my shirt off and walk back to the house wiping myself off. Then guess what. I fall into a mud puddle and my pants get stained a mud color. I somehow lost my shirt so I have to walk back with no shirt and dirty pants. Then I realize that the peice of twine holding my hair back is gone.

"Drogon." One of the old stall vendors call. I look and see Talia. She is a kind older lady she is so kind. I walk over to her.

"Yes?"

"I have these brown leather pants that I can't sell, because the legs are too long for anyone else. I was wondering if they would fit you." She says holding up the pants.

"Hmm. I think so." I say looking at the simple pants. They don't seem like much but they look comfortable.

"Good. You can have them." She says.

"Oh Talia. No. I'll pay for them." I say and she shakes her head.

"No. You are the only one they will fit and I want you to have them." She says.

"Why?" I ask.

"Because it's the only way to thank you. You help me so much around here. I wish I could do more." She says and I smile.

"Well thank you." I say with a smile.

"You're welcome. Now go in and go try them on. I want to see if they really fit you." She says and I walk into the small room behind the stall and they fit perfectly. I come out and she shakes her head. "Boy I will never get over how tall you are."

"Yes. Well I must get back. We have important guests coming." I kiss her cheek. "Thank you."

"You're welcome. Now run. You are going to be late." She says and I run all the way back to the house.

"Hey! I have to go change." I say as I go to go into the house. Kalen stops me.

"There's no time! She's here." She says and I run to the court yard and throw the dirty pants behind some bushes.

(Daenarys's POV)
We finally make it to the city. We go down to see the city. I stop the group so I can walk and stretch my legs when I hear a man yelling for help. I go over to see if I can help. I see a dark haired man he is tall and muscular and built like a dothraki warrior. I watch as he easily lifts the cart off the boy's leg. The old man pulls the boy out and the man holding the cart drops it then carries the boy away.

I come out of my trance like state and go back to my group. I get back on my horse and we head off to the man's house. When we arrived the servants all look lost. They all look like someone is missing they start looking for the person.

"Is everything alright?" I ask and they all look lost again. Then the man from the market comes running out with his hair down no shirt and leather pants that remind me of what Drogo used to where.