The Man // Khal Drogo (1)

4. Clueless Wife

Use Me / Cersei Lannister out now!

This was going to be her life. The Dothraki savages clueless wife.

Oceana stared around at the men and women. Their clothes were made of skins and hair from the looks of it and oceana cringed at the thought of trading her real clothes for that. She didnt have anything fancy. She was not royalty. But she had- HAD a roof over her head, a dresser of clothes and a brother that she loved and missed terribly. She had food and clean water and a place to call home. She knew little of dorthraki besides they didnt speak common tongue and they moved with their khalasar often. Never staying in one place too long. Raping and pillaging as they went.

Another thing oceana found out was a bit of their language.

No. That was a word they knew well. Ocean and any form of the scary scary water as well. No and hurt.

Oceana assumed it was because they hurt many people and the people would scream dont hurt us before they were massacred. Lovely.

She was going to die here.

"Thank you." Oceana whispered as Drogo gave her some food. "What is it?" She gestured to the bowl and he pointed back at a horse. "Horse? This is horse meat?" Oceana suddenly felt sick. "Thank you but im no longer hungry." She held it out to him but drogo just stared at her. "No hungry." Oceana offered bringing a hand to her stomach. "You eat." He took it from her confused before sitting beside her.

He started speaking and oceana for the life of her couldn't understand a thing. He handed her back the bowl staring at her like he was offended. Oceana thanked him again and took a hesitant bite. She didnt want to seem ungrateful or disrespectful but she didnt want eat horse. Drogo nodded satisfied and got up oceana put it back down before laying down in the sand.

She missed her brother. She missed Sandor. She was going to be a prisoner until the day she died. But she supposed she was always going to be a prisoner. Thats what marriage was for women but she had hoped she wouldnt be a worlds away from her big brother. That she could see him now she would never see him again.

"Clegane." Oceana sat up nervously. "Cohollo." he pointed a finger at himself.

"Oceana." She answered sticking her hand out and he stared down at her outstretched hand. She shook her own hand to show she meant no harm.

"Cohollo, Oceana." he accepted her hand and she offered him a small smile.

Oceana realized that Cohollo was Drogo's friend, saved him from a few sellswords in the past when drogo was young. They had gotten good at charades.

"Ocean." Cohollo chuckled patting her back.

"Close enough." Oceana agreed with a chuckle. "Drogo..." he smiled sitting beside her. "Your friend keeps me company."

*Ocean is a pretty one. Lucky man Drogo.*

She heard her name and drogos leave Cohollos lips. She looked between them with a small smile.

"Ocean... naa." Drogo declared.

"Drogo." She answered.

*She is pretty, you are lucky one.* Cohollo offered. *She will learn the tongue... eventually.* he smirked. Oceana smiled back at them ignorantly. 

*What if I am a bad khal? What if she doesnt like me?*

*Friend, I have never known you to be nervous about these things before.* Cohollo countered. 

*I have never had someone like Oceannnna... looking up to me before.* Drogo corrected, Oceana straightened up wishing she could have learned a thing or two. 

*You lead our men without fear, she will make a good wife, give you many children. I know it.* Cohollo countered.

*You a witch now?* Drogo spat.

*Intution.*

Drogo stared back at Oceana, she kept smiling softly back at him. 

"Ocean...na." Drogo agreed. 

"Drogo." she answered with a laugh. Okay they got the names out of the way, great. Now the rest of the words should come easier.