Bound by Blood and Oaths

Chapter 9: Sacrifices and Losses

The Great Grass Sea

Jaehaerys splashed his face with water. A deep sigh leaves him as he looks at his reflection. His face shows more stress. Even his eyes show how tired he is.

"What am I doing?" He asks himself.

The Khal is doomed, he visited the man and he didn't look good. Daenerys kept by his side and asked for the healer again. Jaehaerys doesn't know what he is doing anymore. This path led him to the most dangerous situation he has ever been in. He took a deep breath and let it out to calm his nerves.

"Daenerys, you better love me still when this is done. For I am not sure how long I can take this," Jaehaerys whispers. He took one more good look at himself before he reached for his sword. His sword in the scabbard, a firm hand on the hilt, and he went to Daenerys to see how she is doing. When he reached the tent of her, he saw a crowd gathering around the entrance. Baelor and Jorah stood outside in their armor watching the crowd carefully.

When he was about to speak, he saw Daenerys coming out. Her face was covered in blood, one hand on her belly as she stumbled out. If that wasn't enough for Jaehaerys' stomach to knot together, the dark chanting coming from the tent was. It felt wrong. Twisted and dark and evil.

"Daenerys, what have you done now?" Jaehaerys asks. Baelor and Jorah approached her too as they glance at the tent with weary eyes. Baelor looked more worried and scared of the woman. Like he has seen such things before and found horrifying scenes.

"Magic... Daenerys, you do not know what your doing," Baelor whispered with worry.

"What do you know of it? I have to save him," Daenerys says as her unfocused gaze went to the knight. Dark loud screeching roars came from the tent. Ancient dead voices mingle with the woman. Shadows walk on canvas dancing around. Their forms are deformed and inhuman.

"I think you doomed him, Daenerys..." Jaheaerys says. They turn to the crowd as a man pushed his way through it. One of the Bloodriders came, disbelief and anger on his face as he looked at the tent.

He ignores the words of Daenerys as she tries to block his path. Jaehaerys tries to catch her before she lands on the ground, but she still touched the ground before he could. Baelor moved up with sword drawn.

"Far enough, horseman," he says as his sword shines in the blazing sun. The man spat in his direction with what Jaehaerys thought could only be a curse.

Baelor watched the man turn to him. His eyes scanned him like he was a boy playing with sticks. He turns fully to him as he raises his akrah. The blood rider ran and jumped while the curved blade came crashing down on the blade.

Baelor blocked and pushed the man away. A swift counter came as he thrusts his sword forward. It was pushed away with the swing of the curved blade. Only, the attack continued as a fist of steel soon planted itself in the face of the man. Blood flew from the nose that bent at an odd angle. In another second the blade carved the stomach open making the man fall to the ground. Jaehaerys can see how deadly Baelor is. The blood rider barely had any time to hit him back. And he was one of the best in this Khalisar.

"Jaeh..." Daenerys groans out. He snaps his head back to her. Her face was covered in sweat and blood as she glanced at him. "He's coming."

"Oh fuck me," Jaehaerys says as he turns to Jorah, "Jorah call the midwives."

"They won't come. They think she is cursed," Doreah says softly. Jaehaerys looked up angered and frustrated. "Do they want to lose their heads?"

"The witch. She knows. I heard her say so," Rakharo says as he nods to the tent.