Bound by Blood and Oaths

Chapter 8: The Khal's Eminent Demise

Great Grass Sea

"Khal Drogo. Is it wrong of me to say he shouldn't reach Westeros?" Jaehaerys asks Baelor as they walk together.

Drogo attacked a village. Fields burn. All men and women are in chains or being raped in the distance. The village burns. This man will not conquer Westeros. He will burn it to the ground. And his men are brutal. They fight over women. Kill and hit whoever they like. Even those that scavenge the corpses look broken as they pick up arrows and the like.

"I am not going to argue with that statement, Your Grace. One glance at what he does, well, it doesn't bring much joy with it. Nothing to give but only to take," Baelor says as he watches the destruction of the landscape.

Jaehaerys sighs as he watches everything. Daenerys and Jorah try to help, but he doesn't know what good that does. The next village will bring the same. And the next. Daenerys can't save everyone.

"Is this war, Baelor? Suffering and destruction?"

"The scale of destruction can differ, Your Grace."

"On what?"

"On what kind of war you wage. There will always be suffering when war rages, but a good leader can limit that destruction. And on the kind of men the leader has command over," Baelor explains.

"I see... We should see whether Daenerys is doing well. Her gentle and kind heart tends to get her at odds with these men," Jaehaerys says with a sigh while he marched on.

"Are you still waiting for her, Your Grace?"

Jaehaerys stopped dead in his tracks. For a minute he stood there in silence before he turned to the Knight. His gaze with furrowed brows and eyes hardened as he looks at Baelor.

"Yes. I do not want anyone else as my Queen," Jaehaerys says with firmness, "There can be no one else, Baelor. No one else."

Jaehaerys continued to walk. It was not soon they saw Daenerys again as a group of Dothraki stand around an open space. Their Khal showing what Jaehaerys thinks is a tongue, but he wasn't quite sure. Whatever happened, the Khal had a cut on his chest. Most likely from the person on the ground that had an open throat.

"It seems we have missed the action. Although, I am curious as to what the issue was," Jaehaerys says as he stood next to Jorah. Daenerys was already rushing to Drogo's side to worry about the cut.

"Drogo defended the honor of the Princess. Our unfortunate friend disagreed with what the Khal decided and it ended with his death," Jorah explains.

"Hmm, can you translate for me? What is Daenerys asking for?"

"She asks where the healers are so the wound of the Khal can be tended to," Jorah translates.

A recently enslaved woman steps forwards as she says she can heal the wound only to be turned down by the Bloodriders of the Khal. Lucky for the Khal, Daenerys convinced him to let the woman heal him. Jaehaerys wouldn't let her touch him if the role was reversed, but alas Daenerys' voice and gentleness would even convince him in the end.

"A grave wound?" Jaehaerys asks as Mirri Maz Duur tends to the Khal. Baelor takes a breath as he studies the wound as Jorah does the same. "I am not certain, Your Grace. It looks deep. I would say it would depend on the woman's healing abilities, but such things can be tricky to predict. We will know in a few days," Baelor answers.

"I agree. Wounds should be treated carefully, but Dothraki are not always known for it," Jorah adds.

"Hmm, we best keep an eye on Drogo. For losing a leader, the army becomes restless," Jaehaerys says as he watches the Khal walk away towards the camp that has been set up. Daenerys follows right after him with the many women she saved.