Women are supposed to be soft-spoken proper and homemakers and Rhaella Lopez was everything but she was fierce, loud, blunt and deadly. Her family had never been able to accept her but the FBI loved her it was her home, the only place other than the...
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She did not know where they were riding to, but she was not bothered by it, as she had grown used to riding years ago and knew how to take care of herself. However, she was happy to stop and start setting up camp. She had noticed her brother's annoyance before, but did not care as she dismounted and made her way over to the Khal. His blood riders took notice of her sword and admired the hilt.
That was when Jorah approached her. "Khaleesi, if it is not a problem, I would like to spar with you."
Hearing that, Daenerys grinned before nodding.
The Khal and his men watched with interest as Daenerys stood waiting for Jorah to make a move, and after a few minutes, he did.
To his surprise, the princess moved quickly, and she had yet to unsheathe her sword. As he attacked, she merely dodged. "Is that all you've got, Ser?" she taunted.
Now Jorah was getting frustrated. Seeing this, Daenerys finally pulled the sword out of its sheath, and Viserys, who was observing, marvelled at the weapon. It was made from Valyrian steel, and on it was his sister's full name.
The Khal was also in awe of his wife's weapon. It suited her; it seemed that someone had crafted this weapon solely for her. The Khalasar watched on as the battle between their Khaleesi and her brother's guard waged on. It looked like a deadly dance. However, their Khaleesi was a dirty fighter. They watched as she toyed with her opponent before her blade was against his neck and she was positioned right behind him.
She stepped back and tilted her head downwards before sheathing her weapon and walking over to the Khal, who kissed his wife. She had impressed the Khalasar, and he was proud of her. She leaned into him before looking over at the Andal and giving him a smirk. "Before Ser William died, he taught me the basics of wielding a blade. As we grew up, I continued my training. I came across many who had no issue teaching me how to wield a weapon, regardless of what it was."
Her words were translated to the Khal and his riders, who looked at their Khaleesi as small but deadly. Yet, they were not afraid, merely proud that their Khalasar had such an extraordinary Khaleesi. Most Khalasars had no warrior women, but theirs did. Their very own Khaleesi could fight in battle. Tonight, she would receive a braid, for she had won her battle.
Viserys felt conflicted as he observed his sister. There were many things he did not know about her. He was annoyed that she could use a weapon and that she was better than him with a sword. What annoyed him the most was that she carried herself as if she were the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms.
He was jealous. The anger filled him, but he held back from speaking. He needed the Khal and his army. Turning to the handmaiden Illyrio had given him, he took her by the arm and dragged her into the tent, throwing her to the ground and loosening his trousers before turning her over. He did not care for needless foreplay.
Doreah had tears in her eyes as the brother of her Khaleesi used her like this. While she had grown accustomed to such treatment, it never made her feel any better. She knew that he treated Daella, the personal handmaiden of the Khaleesi, differently. While the girl took pleasure from the prince, she did not love him. Doreah, however, had fallen for the young prince and was jealous of the attention and gentle treatment Daella had received.
