The Man // Khal Drogo (1)

8. Choyo

Drogo liked teaching Oceana how to fight like them. She was already a fighter but she adapted quickly to their style of fighting, each day that passed she felt more and more like she belonged.

*She has a nice choyo.*

*Dont let khal hear you saying that*

*She does, for a mainlander*

*You are going to be challenged against the khal and lose more than your braid brother*

"What did they say?"

Drogo had gotten used to her tone when she was asking a question vs commenting or just talking to him. He followed her gaze and rolled his eyes

"Pigs." Drogo told her

"They speak of pigs?"

"They pig."

"Oh, okay." She agreed.

"Up," he lifted her arm positioning her blade again. It was heavy and she knew that he hoped that when he tired her out she would eat and stop grumbling about the taste or that it was horse.

"Sorry- Usōvegon" she agreed apologizing.

"No Usōvegon my heart." Drogo assured. *pay attention.* he instructed *you have much to learn khaleesi* she nodded. *my queen. My heart my...*

"What?" She questioned at his soft smile.

You are the moon of my life *Yer jalan atthirari anni* he smiled touching her cheek * Shekh ma shieraki anni* my sun and my stars. He pointed up at the sky.

"She...kh." She echoed he pointed at the sun. "Shekh. Sun." He nodded.

"Shieraki..." he trilled his fingers in the air.

"Clouds?" He shook his head. He tried again. It felt like charades. "Stars?"

"Stars." He agreed the word rolling off his tongue.

*she is a no one. A nothing.*

*dont say such things she is our khaleesi.* cohollo demanded.

Oceana traced the scar that ran down his left eyebrow before putting her head to his.

"Until the sun rises in the west and sets in the east, until the rivers run dry and the mountains blow in the wind like leaves. Until that happens I will always love you." Oceana whispered. "My sun and my stars the moon of my life."

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"I think I got it." Oceana declared, Drogo cocked his head back at her. "I'm going to attempt it." He nodded gesturing her forward, she smiled brightly repeating the words softly in her head before stepping outside. "Athchomar Chomakea!" Drogo chuckled. "Did I say it wrong? Wrong?" He shook his head moving to her. "It was supposed to be Greetings to you all!" oceana offered uselessly. " that was a stupid thing to say why didn't you teach me to say hello all why did it have to be greetings to you all now that I'm saying it in plain tongue it sounds quite stupid. Does it sound stupid? Do I sound stupid?"

*Beautiful,* Drogo assured. He pulled her back to bed, she giggled out kissing him. They didn't need words with the way he held her.

"Khal-"

"Es havazhaan!" Drogo demanded. Oceana waiting for Drogo's attention to shift back to her. He rolled his eyes. "Es...'

"Es." She echoed.

"Hava..." He kissed along her neck.

"Zhaan." Drogo's voice vibrated against her neck. "Havazhaan."

"What does it mean?" she whispered. He waved a dismissive hand. "Go away?" He shrugged. The way he shouted it, Es havazhaan probably meant Get lost!

"Alone at last." She whispered against his lips.
Oceana leaned heavily into him twirling one of drogos braids between her fingers. His hand trailed along her side dragging down the ribs. His face puckered shaking his head

"What my love?" She questioned.

"Baby. Too thin. No baby". He said slowly. Oceana understood she was too thin now because she didn't like eating horse. If she was too thin, she wouldn't be strong enough to have a baby and give him a proper heir.

"Eat." Drogo agreed.

"Find me something yummy," she challenged. Drogo stared back at her confused

"No horse. No Hrazef. No eat Hrazef."

He put some food before her gesturing to it. She had known horse meat, just by the smell, and with a whiff of it, she knew what this was.

"No Hrazef." Drogo said unconvincingly.

"Liar."