The Man // Khal Drogo (1)

7. Love and Death

"Good. Woman." Bharbo said patting oceanas shoulder.

"Good father." She answered smiling back at him. "I still dont know how to say thank you. You saved me from a fate worse than death no doubt. You gave me a man that i love. A father im proud of. You ." She clarified. "My life changed greatly but i think its for the better."

Cohollo said one word that oceana didnt know.  Bharbo smiled kissing oceanas cheeks.

"What did you tell him?"

"Oh.... Um... well... no translation." Cohollo admitted.

"No translation?" Oceana laughed out.

"He know. In your heart." Cohollo tapped a finger to her chest. "And his... it same."

"How do you say love?"

"Anha zhilak yera." Drogo stared back at her. Maybe she said it wrong. "Anha zhilak yera." She repeated.

"Anha zhilak yera." He echoed kissing her

"I love you." Oceana agreed fondly.

☀️ 🌖

"Vitteya."

Feast, Oceana realized. She glanced around as Drogo sat along among the people, his Khalasar.

Bharbo was dead. Drogo's father, gone. Although Oceana would celebrate her fathers passing if she ever were to see her family again or know if they were alive or dead... she knew that Drogo loved his father, looked up to him. His fathers bloodriders were transferred to their new khal.

Cohollo, Qotho and Haggo served Drogo now as bloodriders.

Oceana had stopped wanting to go home because she found a home with Drogo but since his fathers passing he had isolated himself. SHe didnt know how to help him, the worlds to save him from his mind.

*Hash me laz adakha jin zhoris?* Are these hearts edible?

Oceana walked past them as they examined what looked to be an animal heart that had been sitting out in the hot sun flies swaming around them. The men seem to decide it didnt matter before taking a large bite. Oceana held back a gag.

She could get used to most things but their food was not one of them.

"Khal Drogo. Leader, warlord, my prince... shit I know that word... Khalakka!" She declared, drogo's lips curved up into a smile. She sat beside him grabbing his hand. "I dont know how to say i'm sorry." She admitted kissing his cheek gently.

"Hajas." Drogo said softly.

"That's sorry?" Oceana questioned, drogo shook his head understanding what she wanted to know. He lifted an arm showing off his muscles. "Strong?" OCeana questioned. He tipped his head from side to side. "You are strong? Be strong?" He nodded. "Be strong."

"Hajas," Drogo repeated. *my father said it often to me. I promised him before he died... that I would never let someone say Fichas jahakes moon.*

"Fichas jahakes moon? Moon?" Oceana questioned. He tugged on her hair and then pointed at Cohollos hair, his braid. "He has nice hair." Oceana agreed confused.

"Cohollo!" Drogo summed.

"My Khal, Khaleesi." He bowed his head to them.

"What's a Khaleesi?" Oceana questioned.

"Wife of Khal." Cohollo answered. She smiled over at Drogo.

"My... queen." Drogo corrected kissing her cheek. "Um..." he tried to come up with the words for what he meant in her tongue. He decided it was to complicated.

*Tell Oceana what Fichas jahakes moon means, I can't find the words.* Drogo told him.

"Ah, take his braid. Usually used in... fights." Cohollo told her.

"You promised your father you would never lose a fight?" He nodded. "What happens if you lose?"

"The winner cuts off the braid of the loser." Cohollo told her. "A khal needs to be strong." he looked at the simple braid holding her hair back from her face. "You havent earned a braid, you havent won any wars." Cohollo told her matter of factly.

Oceana rose up confidently, Drogo watched her curiously.

"You dont know what I have survived before you knew me." Oceana challenged.

"My Khaleesi." Drogo agreed.

Drogo stood over his father for another moment before he would be delivered to a starry khalasar.

The Dothraki believe that when someone dies, the horse god parts the grass and claims the deceased for his starry khalasar, so the deceased can ride the nightlands.

"Usōven." Oceana whispered. Drogo kissed her temple. She had figured it out. It was as if the words had come to her out of the sky.  "Usōven, Drogo." I am sorry.

"Shieraki gori ha yeraan, pa." Drogo whispered. The stars are charging for you. Drogo moved to his father. "Vod chafaan."

"Rest in peace." Oceana agreed.