(Game of Thrones) The Pale Khal

Kazad-dûm

( POV Qoni Ahesh )

I was escorted through the city by a group of Dothraki as well as some Qohori. The Qohori weren't here for me though, they escorted the Qohori Khal's sister, Merida. Senu flew above me but I knew who it was watching over me. Shekh ma Asavva. My Sun and Stars. Knowing that he watched over me drove all the fear and worry from me.

I looked at the chaos all around. We traveled under the famed Iron Gate, I looked to either side and saw five siege towers by the walls, one never made it to the walls, destroyed by enemy trebuchets crushing countless men beneath it. The city itself reeked of death, great spans of the Slums had been burned away in a great blaze and much of what remained had been sacked by the Khalasar.

I saw a dozen men crushed under a large piece of stone that looked like it was ripped from the earth by a giant as we were leaving the slums. We made it to the one of the canals that separated the districts in the city. It was littered with bodies and the water was red with blood. I saw men frozen solid with looks of horror on their frozen faces and others impaled on jutting ice spikes.

I looked to my left to see Merida sat astride her mount looking sick at the scene in front of her. She wasn't used to death as I was, life in a Khalasar isn't clean or petty. Clearly Merida was unused to the smell of death, the stale taste of blood in the air. As a child I had become used to it, to be a Dothraki you would have to.

"Come Merida, let us get away from all this gore and go meet my husband." I said to the woman and she shot me a grateful smile

"Yes Qoni, let's." She said, colour returning to her pale face

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( POV Dwalin Steel-Shaper )

"Move it!" I roared at the two prisoners.

One was a fat man clad in black robes and wearing an ornate mask of a black goat fused to his face so it couldn't be removed.. The second was a gaunt man who looked malnourished. He was covered by purple and green robes lined with gold thread showing his immense wealth and clear status. Not a week ago these two men were treated like Gods in Qohor, now they were less than dirt.

I was snapped from my musings by the shocked gasps of the men around me. A gasp left my mouth as well when I saw what had stolen there attention. The Stone Gates of Kazad-dûm, they were more glorious than any tale I had heard of them. Ornate doors carved into the mountain. Either side of the door was a towering statue of Qohori warriors. Clutched in the hands of one was an axe and by his side was the carving of a giant eagle skull, the eagle representing the Red Eagle, leader of the Forsworn. Clutched in the hands of the second statue was a forge hammer, by his side was an anvil that represents our peoples rich history at the forge.

"Enough staring!" I roared as I peeled my own eyes away from the magnificent sight.

"Get these prisoners to our King, it's time for justice!" I roared again and they snapped out of their trance and began dragging the prisoners through the Steel District towards the gates.

We arrive at the gates quickly now that the men were motivated with the thought of there enemies getting what they deserve. Once we arrived we made our way to the two Kings. King Dane stood beside his son, and he looked at the gates with hope. The Pale Khal stood astride his stallion with Ghost by his side and he was speaking with his Bloodrider Arggo. I also saw my Wife. Merida looked as beautiful as ever and she spoke with the young Khaleesi, Qoni. On Qoni's arm sat the giant Golden Eagle Senu.

"My King, I present to you the Prisoners." I said, announcing my presence

"Ah the Mighty Red Eagle, and the Cardinal of the Black Goat." Jonos said while gesturing to the two prisoners