The Khal and Khaleesi of Westeros

Chapter I

I was born unnatural, especially for a Khaleesi. Well, technically this story begins before I become a Khaleesi. My elder Brother, Drogo, is currently my Khal. He had tried many times to have children of his own after our father and mother died. It was deemed by a healer that his seed was unable to produce children. It was an awful disease that seemed to skip generations, affecting the men and not the women.

A healer examined me and was proud to say that I could have children. So, when I turned 18, Drogo made it his mission to find me a husband. And when I had my 20th name day, He had found someone. A man was offering to give up his youngest brother to my Khal in exchange for an army. For what, I was never told, but it seemed important to Viserys Targaryen. That was why I was going to wait for my brother to return.

To know if this man was able to one day hold the name of Khal. Because that was what my brother feared. The minute I get married, Drogo will no longer be Khal. Even as the eldest, he cannot hold that high title without a wife. Normally, it is a fight to the death, but as I am a child of the formal Khal and Khaleesi, he would have to bow to it. When there was more than one child of the former Khal, the eldest breeding child won.

My brother knew that I was to be Khaleesi in my marriage and he knew that I could rule, it was my soon-to-be husband he wanted to vet. "Come, sister. To see your betrothed." He orders and I obey. Climbing upon my midnight coloured horse, I took off alongside them. My hair flew in the wind and soon, I was in front of them. Laughter rang through the hills and the trees and the fields as I felt everything.

I smile back at my brother as he waved at me, telling me to do as I please. I pushed my horse to go faster as the wind pulled at my hair and clothes. I could smell the wind. The salt it brought from the sea, the grass of the hills, and the pine of the trees. It was really the only way to be free. I always kept my brother in my sights, until he disappeared. I continued on until I was called. It was a loud call from my brother.

I rode towards the voice, my hair wild as I tried to smooth down the hair that was never going to go back down. As I stopped beside Drogo, I looked down at the young man who stood beside the elder man. "You expect me to marry him. He's so ugly." I hiss at my brother who shakes his head at me. "Sister, that is Viserys." He tells me as I glance at the elder man trying to laugh. It was clear that Viserys didn't understand Dothraki.

I scoff loudly and shake my head. "If his brother looks anything like Viserys, I shall kill myself before I have his children." I state. Perhaps I was proud, perhaps I had issues with facial beauty. But with my own long (h/c) hair and (s/c) complexion, it was perhaps a little hypocritical. But my breath was stolen a little when my eyes caught on him. Pure as snow hair, pale complexion, and green eyes that seemed to permeate my soul.

My horse moved a little but my eyes remained firmly on his. "Is that him?" I whisper to him, though he doesn't say anything to me. I was the only woman here on horseback so it was clear who his wife was to be. The elder man, Illyrio, I believe was the first to speak. "Come forward, my dear." He calls the shorter man. He moves to stand beside Illyrio before looking up at Drogo. Then Illyrio speaks again in Dothraki

"When are you going to marry Daenerys, Khal Drogo?" He questions, earning titters from the group of male Dothraki around me. They were all looking at me as the did so. "Am I a joke to you? I should take your balls for making such horrible accusations!" I bellow causing everyone but my brother to jump as it echoed through the courtyard. Then I looked the boy up and down again as he moved to stand in front of me rather than Drogo.

I turn and take off, not saying another word. "Well?" Drogo questions as I slow enough for him to walk beside me. "If he will have me for his wife, then I will become a Khaleesi to save you." I say to him gently. That was when I was given a gift by my soon-to-be husband. A beautiful dress that was not of Dothraki standards, but it was still wonderful. Because that was what was to happen.

I would wear the outfit of his land, and he would wear the outfit of mine. Drogo had sent out an outfit to Daenerys and I smiled as I twirled in the dress I was given. It was three moons until the wedding and yet I couldn't wait. Then the day came. I married Daenerys on the day that I wore a dress that was the colour of the stars. "When do I meet with the Khal?" I heard Viserys ask Illyrio as I look over at my now husband.

Drogo had decorated his body with the bright blue paint that was allocated specifically for weddings. He wore clothing that I knew was Drogo's and I glanced back at the talking men, scoffing a little. "If Khal Drogo had promised you a crown, you shall have it." Illyrio assures his and I scoff a little, catching Illyrio and Viserys' attention. "You haven't a clue how Dothraki politics work do you?" I demand, taking to my feet.

"I am now the Khaleesi and my husband is the Khal. My brother Drogo no longer rules the Dothraki, Khal Daenerys does." I hiss at Illyrio and his face pales, my attention catching on a new wedding gift that was brought before us. All the while men and women fought and faked sexual encounters and rape. I glance over at my husband. "A small gift, for the new Khal. Songs and histories from the seven kingdoms."

He says, offering them to my husband. He gratefully accepts them, asking his name. Asking if he was from his country. Ser Jorah was of Bear Island and I look over at my brother. He looked pleased at our union. But I didn't want his pleasure...I wanted his approval, to know that for once, I could do something right and still love. I took one of the books from the top of the pile and grazed my fingers over the letters.

I wished I could read what it said, but I had no idea. That was when the most beautiful gift was brought forward. A chest containing three large eggs. One a dark charcoal grey, one an eggshell colour, and the final one was a green that could rival the leaves of the pines I loved so dearly. "Dragon's eggs, Daenerys, from the Shadow Lands beyond Asshai." Illyrio tells him as he lifts the deep green egg from its bed in the chest.

Daenerys holds the green egg out to me and my fingers glide gingerly across the shell. "The ages have turned them to stone, but they will always be beautiful." Illyrio explains to him and he nods, thanking the Magister. Then Drogo approaches us. I stand as well, walking closely behind him as he turns away. I stop when I realize that Daenerys isn't following. "I have a gift for you, my Khal." I say to him, my English a little broken.

Daenerys' eyes widen at my words and I hold out my hand to him. He stands, taking it softly. Allowing me to lead him to a beautiful white stallion that was the same shade of white as his hair. "He's beautiful." He tells me and glances back at Ser Jorah. I felt a little flutter in my chest that though I could speak English, he wanted to thank me in Dothraki. "There is no word for thank you in Dothraki." Jorah apologizes but I shake my head.

With Drogo's help, as always, he lifts me up so that I could be seated on my horse. Daenerys climbed onto his own horse as I smiled down at my brother. Viserys walked up to Daenerys, whispering something to him before we left. "I won't force you to make love to me." I promise Daenerys softly as we made our way to the spot that Drogo had showed me days before. The place where we're to consummate our marriage.

"But we will have to consummate this marriage." I remind him. He still remained silent as we walked. He looked shocked as we continued onwards. "Perhaps, I can even teach you Dothraki Daenerys." I end the conversation as we finally reach the spot, the sun setting in the background. It made Daenerys' hair a bright shade of copper. As I climbed off my horse, Daenerys spoke for the first time since we had left.

"The issue is not the consummation or the language. I don't even know your name and I married you." He cried out to me as he takes my cheeks between his hands. My eyes pooled with tears as I tried not to look away. "(y/n). My name is (y/n)." I whisper he brushes away the tears from my cheeks. I lean into the warm hands that brought comfort. Gently, one of his hands moved from its position on my cheek to the tie at my back.

The one holding my dress on. I let out a gasping sob. "I'm frightened." I whisper as he soothes me softly. "I know." He whispers back as he lets the back of my dress open. Then he stops. He doesn't do a thing more to me. "When you're ready, I'll continue." He promises me and lifts my head so that I look at him again. "I'm never going to hurt you, (y/n). And I will love you." He proclaims to me and I smile softly.

And when I was ready, we consummated our marriage.