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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The next day, Daenerys was in a good mood. She had hidden the letter in a place no one would find it after showing it to her husband, as they had no secrets. Daella walked by her side as they made their way towards the area where the blood riders were training. Both women stopped to watch them battle one another without their weapons.
The smirks on their faces would have gotten them into trouble if Drogo had not approved of Khaleesi's idea. Daenerys had pointed out that a warrior should be able to fight with or without a weapon. To prove her point, she and Daella had done a quick spar for the rest of the Khalasar while Jorah and Viserys slept. The Khalasar was impressed but did not understand the importance of this knowledge until Daella let it slip that both she and the Khaleesi had killed several men with this skill, as their enemies did not expect it.
As the two women watched, Drogo approached, wrapping a protective arm around his wife's waist. He had long noted that Irri and Daella were her most trusted companions, so he was not surprised when he found out that his Khaleesi had provided both women with daggers like hers. Now Daella's daggers were strapped to her thighs, hidden by her clothing, but the Dothraki men noticed it as a sign that she was one of the Khaleesi's favourites. As such, they stayed away.
It was near the hour of the eel when she saw her brother. Daenerys observed him as he drank his wine and grabbed Doreah. It seemed that her brother had nothing better to do than drink and rape her handmaiden. Daenerys paused at that thought; in her past life, rape had many definitions. Was what Viserys was doing rape, as Doreah had consented each time? After a few seconds, she decided that it was still rape, as she had seen the woman bleeding a few times after her brother was done with her. Even though she knew he gave her oils and water for her wounds, it looked brutal.
A few minutes after Doreah was pulled into the tent, Daenerys saw Jorah walking towards them with an innocent smile. She, however, did not return the smile. Instead, she watched him with an almost blank face, which scared him. After she turned to the Khal and kissed his chest, her violet eyes seemed to glow with humour, and they exchanged a meaningful conversation without words.
Jorah would die alongside her brother; they were not far from Vaes Dothrak, so it would happen soon. Dany just gave the betrayer a false smile before letting Drogo lift her up and walk away. Daella just walked after them with a bright smile. By her side was one of the blood riders. Jorah watched the sight with a frown. Something was wrong, yet he had no idea what it was.
After a few hours, Viserys exited his tent, furious. Doreah had let it slip that his sister had made an announcement earlier in the week that the Khalasar seemed really excited about. He had a suspicion that his sister was working against him. After all, in all the years they had been on the run, she was always docile. Yet after she married the Dothraki savage, she revealed her prowess with weapons.
Things progressively got worse when he noticed how well she spoke their language and how these people adored her. She was supposed to be his by the customs of their family, but now her purity had been tainted. He could not have any heirs with her, so he would just get rid of her. Her handmaiden, however, was pure until he came upon her. Her long silver-blonde hair and deep blue eyes enthralled him.
He had decided that she would be his queen. The Valyrian beauty felt the prince's gaze and gave him a soft, bashful look before attending to her mistress, who had watched the whole exchange with an amused expression.
"Ziry vestragon hae lo issa lēkia drējī loves ao yn ziry believes bona ao jorrāelagon zirȳla nykeā am nyke pirta se ao gaomagon jorrāelagon zirȳla?" (It seems as if my brother truly loves you, but he believes that you love him, or am I wrong and you do love him?)
Daella's dark blue eyes met Viserys once again. She forced a blush and coyly looked away, as if she had not heard her mistress's words. Viserys was so enthralled that he did not hear his sister; instead, he gave a proud smile with eyes filled with desire and, surprisingly, love. Daenerys looked on in surprise.
As her brother left and entered his tent, Daella gave a cold look in his direction.
"Jorrāelagon? Kostilus nykeā vala raqagon bona emagon daor appeal naejot issa se qogror iksos skoros nyke raqagon." (Love?? Please, a man like that has no appeal to me. The sex is what I like.)
Irri stood, translating the conversation softly to the Khal and his blood riders, who smirked at the answer. Daella had appealed to these men. Like their Khaleesi, she was a warrior, and regarding the beggar king, she was using him for her needs. They admired her cutthroat behaviour. Qotho leaned forward with interest. He liked the Khaleesi—she had earned her place and his respect—but her handmaiden, Daella, intrigued him.
He had flirted with her on several occasions, and her replies had been bold and seductive. One, especially, stayed with him: "I'll be your woman if you help me slaughter all my queen's enemies." Her loyalty and bloodlust made him absolutely devoted to her.
Looking at the Khaleesi, he spoke.
"Khaleesi, anha tikh allayafi daella tat tikh anna chiori kash jin vezhof et anna she athdrivar." (Khaleesi, I would like Daella to be my woman until the Great Stallion has me in death.)
Daenerys looked at Qotho in surprise. She remembered who he was in the books and shows, but things were different now. The original story was changing.
"Fin zalat tat zhorre mae yer tikh zhorre tat wait ha anna brother tat athdrivar arrek yer ishish zhorre jin chomokh." (If you want to have her, you will have to wait until my brother has died, then maybe you shall have this honour.)
Daella grinned upon hearing her mistress's words. Qotho was an attractive man, and she enjoyed his company. This pleased her greatly; however, one thing needed to be answered.
"Yeri rhellaya anna kill tih Khaleesi's enemies?" (You help me kill my queen's enemies?)
Qotho did not even look at the Khal as he nodded. The other blood riders grinned. If they did not already have women, they would have fallen for the bloodthirsty woman their brother loved. Drogo leaned back and nodded in approval. Yes, this was a match he approved of.
Daenerys looked at the rest of the Khalasar as they went about their day.
"When we reach Vaes Dothrak, prepare for my eggs to be hatched."
Daella nodded. It would take two more months to reach Vaes Dothrak, but Daenerys was careful. She would not let her brother find out about the baby at all.
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Author's Note:
And my vacation is over, Happy New Year, everyone I hope you like the chapter.
