The Man // Khal Drogo (1)

3. No Ocean

Oceana fought and fought until she couldnt anymore. Thats when the horses came. Stallions. So beautiful. But she was exhausted from fighting them from screaming from trying to get away. From the abuse trying to keep her still. Bumps and bruises littered her body with their rough grasp and hard hits.

"Bitch aint worth this. Maybe we stick her in the pits after all."

Thats when a whip came lassoed tight around their necks. She looked around terrified once again as men warriors came their horses neighed out. She heard the blades whipping through the air heard the squish and drip of their blood. She screamed again covering her ears with her hands turning away from them. She knew she couldnt out run a stallion.

When she felt an arm on her shoulder she jumped expecting the men to kill her too.

"No. Hurt." The man said slowly and Oceana glanced back at him cautiously as she lowered her hands. "No. Hurt." He repeated pointing a large finger at her.

"Th-th-thank y-you." Oceana stammered out.

"No. Hurt." He repeated.

"T-thank you." She repeated.

"Bharbo." He introduced. "Khal Bharbo."

"Im... I'm Oceana." She whimpered. "Clegane."

"Ocean." Bharbo said with a shudder.

"Oceana." She pointed to herself. "I am Oceana."

"Ocean no."

"Clegane." She offered. "Me. Clegane. Go. Home." She whimpered through shaky breaths.

"Home." He agreed helping her onto his horse.

"No no I meant my home. Across the sea-"

"No sea no water no ocean." Bharbo declared.

"Im... Never getting home." Oceana grumbled. She glanced back at him he kept a tight hand on her as they ran so fast. His horse kicking up sand and he was so beautiful. So fast. Faster then any horse in westeros. The stallion was beautiful. So beautiful. She ran a hand over his long maned neck as they went.

"You are Dothraki."  Oceana realized.

"Khal Bharbo." He agreed. "Dothraki Khal. Me khalasar."

"You are the leader." Oceana remarked.

"Khal." He agreed.

"And speak no common tongue." Oceana agreed softly.

"Clegane for Drogo."

"No no no." Oceana corrected. "I dont want a drogo. Whatever or whoever that may be... Im good... without a Drogo," Oceana offered.

"Clegane for Drogo."

"Does he speak common tongue?" Oceana offered. "This drogo? Does he speak common tongue?"

"Clegane for Drogo." He kept repeating.

"Kill me now." Oceana grumbled.

Getting to their camp was stressful. Oceana felt herself being carted from place to place.  Sold and stolen.

Bharbo helped Oceana off the horse and nudged her forward.

(*dothraki speech** because im not translating it into dothraki. No one wants that. So ** **is dothraki)

*my son! My son! I found you a bride.* Bharbo declared. Oceana looked between them confused and flustered. She didnt speak Dothraki what were they saying?

*Her?*

*clegane!*

Oceana stepped forward. He was handsome he was really handsome.

"Oceana." She corrected. She saw them flinch back. She knew Dothraki didnt like water. They hated it but even the word her name withdrew them. "My name-" she pointed a finger at herself "-is Oceana Clegane."

"Clegane," drogo agreed.

"I guess thats what Im going by now." Oceana muttered.

*We found her. She will make a good bride for you, my son.* Bharbo declared and Drogo looked over Oceana quizically.

"I dont know what he said but I would like to go home." Oceana remarked nervously "my brother is in kings landing. He would even pay you... coin or food or... Im sure he would." Oceana tried to keep her voice even but her chest rose and fell nervously with each shaky breath.

"Home." Drogo agreed extending his arms.

"My... my home. In westeros." She clarified.

"Home." He repeated looking around.

"Useless." Oceana muttered. She was going to be raped and die here. Quickly if she was lucky.

*Strong. A fighter. Pretty. Like a flower.* Drogo remarked stepping closer and Oceana flinched waiting for the beating but it didnt come. He offered her his hand. "No hurt." Drogo told her when she flinched back. "Me." He touched a finger to his chest. "No hurt... you." He tapped the finger to her chest.

"Thank you." Oceana whispered as she took his hand.