"Lynasier's followers will abandon her if they know the war is lost, give them that chance. If the city surrenders they'll ring the bells and raise the gates, please if you hear them ringing the bells call of the attack."
Truma can either make or br...
TW: Character death (another one? Yeah.) violence, miscarriage. (Y'all I'm so lazy these warning are giving my head a headache trying to read what I wrote. Comment below if I missed anything) •••••••••••
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••••••••••• His fate pt. 3 (Age 15)
She stared at herself through the mirror. Her stomach had grew even bigger by the weeks. Her husband spent all his time with her the last few months. Feeding her soup in bed, running his rough hands through her hair. The pregnancy had brought them closer to what Daemerys had imagined. He was always by her side no matter what till he wasn't. "Khalessi, you must waken at once." Her chamber maid said shaking her awake. "What is it coral?" Khalessi asked waking up as coral stood silent. "Coral, has something happened?" She asked concerned as Coral stuttered. "Speak now Coral, you Khalessi demands it!" Daemerys yelled upset. "It's your husband." Coral said as Daemerys stood up running out of the room.
"What has happened?!" She yelled coming into her husbands tent as all the men bowed their heads. "What has happened?!" She screamed running over to her husband. "H-h-he was f-f-fighting with one of the m-men." A short one said. "I am all right." Her husband grumbled out. "You are not now lay down." She said rubbing his hair. "Summon a doctor at once." Daemerys said as the men all ran out of the tent. "It shall be alright now." She said looking down at him. "It will be alright." She said as he brought a hand up to her cheek smiling at her before bringing a hand down to rub her small bump on her stomach. "Get some rest, I shall be here when you awaken." She said as he nodded closing his eyes.
Daemerys stayed there all night sitting on a chair next to him with her eyes closed. She knew no doctor would be able to fix him, but there was someone who might've been able to. Daemerys knew this was risky asking a "witch" for help but she did. She might've hated him as a person but he was still the father of her unborn child, so she brought the witch in from him.
"He's beyond the healers skill." The witch said looking at her husband. "All I can do is ease his path." The witch said as Daemerys crossed her arms. "Save him and I shall free you, I swear it." She said to the witch. "You must snow away. Some-some magic." She stated as the witch's eyes darkened. "There is a spell. Some would say death is cleaner." The witch said looking up to Daemerys as she looked down at her husband. His eyes were rolling back into his head, he looked like he was in so much pain. "Do it." Daemerys stated. "Save him." She said as the witch gave her a short smile. "There is a price." The witch said. "You have gold, whatever you want." Daemerys stated. "It's not a mother of gold, this is blood magic." The witch stated. "Only death pays for life." The witch said as Daemerys eyes closed. "My death." She stated as the witch shook her head. "No not your death Khalessi." The witch said before looking down at her stomach. "Bring me his horse." The witch said as Daemerys looked at the guards giving them a nod.
The horse was defiant in the process. Daemerys had been looking down at her husband one with love and one with hate. She was conflicted, was she to feel sad for herself and her son or was she to be happy not only for herself but her son? Watching you loved one dying was sad, and painful.
"Khalessi, do not let us do this thing." A Dothraki soldier said as the horse was brought in. "Let me kill this witch." He stated as the witch brought up a knife in the air. "Kill her and you shall kill your call." She stated watching the witch perform her spell. "This is blood magic." He stated worried looking at the witch. "It is forbidden." He stated as Daemerys took a see breath. "I know. I am your Khalessi. I tell you what is forbidden." She stated asserting her power as the witch began to chant. "Go now." The witch said to Daemerys. "Take her and leave." Daemerys said referring to Coral. "Take her." She demanded at the men. "You must go also lady." The witch said her Daemerys. "once I begin to sing no one must enter the tent. The dead will dance here tonight." The witch said as Daemerys looked down at her husband. She walked towards him as he layed on the table, her hands glided over his scars on his face. Looking down at him in pain. She wish it didn't have to had come out to this. "No one will enter." Daemerys said Taking a step back as the witch cut the horses throat. Blood had spattered all over them, her husband got the most of it whilst Khalessi got droplets of it. The horse struggled to stay alive before falling to the floor. "Bring him back to me." Daemerys stated feeling the blood run down her face before walking out of the tent.
The Dothraki people looked at her in horror. Blood had been sprayed all over her, her perfectly white hair, her clothes. The world moved around her as she stepped into daylight. She could feel the people's eyes on her. "What have you done?" Ser Jorah said walking over as she faced him. "I have to save him." She said feeling dizzy. "We could have been 10 miles away from here by now on the way asshai. He would have been safe." Ser Jorah said as she made a sound. The ancestors were here. Daemerys could hear them arriving and screaming of one. "This cannot be." One man said pushing through the crowds. "This must be." Daemerys stated holding herself up. "Witch." The man said looking down at Daemerys bloodied face. "Don't go in there." A guard said behind him as the man elbowed him in the face before walking forward. "No, you cannot." Daemerys stated trying to stop him as he pushed her to the ground.
Daemerys was being held by Coral by nkw, she couldn't think straight. The world was spinning, her eyes blurred the only thing she could see was Ser Jorah taking out his sword before going to fight with the man. Then everything went started going in and out. The only voice she could hear and see was Ser Jorah crouching down to her, making sure she's ok. "Are you hurt?" He as concerned. "Ba-by is com-in-g" she whimpered trying to breathe. "Fetch the midwives!" Ser Jorah yelled "They will not come. This is sure is cursed." The maid guard said picking her body up with Ser Jorahs "they'll come or all have their friends-" Ser Jorahs started to say. "The witch- she can bring baby." The guard said as Daemerys started whimpering harder looking at her Ser Jorah.
As Ser Jorah walked towards the tent with Daemerys in his arm she could hear the screams and whooshing of ancestors along them as the world went cloudy than black. •••••••••••
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