The Man // Khal Drogo (1)

13. Mighty Warrior

Full Bloom / Alicent Hightower out now!

Oceana felt like a khaleesi. The khalassar declared Sanrogue their great stallion. A gift from the horse God- why worship horses and eat them? Oceana would never understand.- a mighty warrior they called her little boy and it made her proud. San wouldnt be pulled between two worlds like she was. This traveling khalassar would be his home.

Sanrogue was getting bigger and stronger, he reminded her so much of her own brother. She tried to keep sandor from her mind but the more her own little san grew the more she saw her favorite brother.

San was a babbling ball of cuteness. He loved pulling himself into Oceanas lap and playing with her braids and unraveling them between little chubby fingers.

Oceana missed her own brother more and more. She thought sandor would have liked drogo. Not at first. No sandor did not like anyone at first but he would have grown to be like a real brother the brother sandor deserved. Oceana knew that. In her heart she knew it wished she could see it come to life.

"Oceana." Drogo purred. His voice was heavenly. His accent thick on hood tongue sending butterflies from her heart to her core. "My oceana."

"Hi." It was all that would come out he made her weak at the knees still.

Drogo was speaking too fast for her to understand she understood a good majority of the language, but that was when they were speaking slower. He held sanrogues hand and they swung him between them as they walked. he laughed and laughed shouting up up in both common tongue and dothraki.

"Again!" San declared. They hoisted him up into the sky and he kicked his little legs out.

*strong like a warrior good legs* drogo added.

"Yes. He does." Oceana agreed leaning over to kiss her husband. Drogo smiled back at her as san demanded UP!

When drogo trained it was intense. It was as if it was a real fight about to occur. It was intense and it was sexy  she could hardly keep her eyes off of him when he wasn't training, shirtless, and sweating muscles rippling with every swing. Now it was simply impossible.

She noted that they never wore armor armor slowed them down. It made for a nice show, but she worried the day real battle would come not just ransacking villages. But a real fight won against the real opponent that was stooped enough to go against him 

"Oceana?" Jorah questioned. She finally looked to him. "Im sorry my queen." He added.

"No im sorry im terribly rude" oceana corrected "san and drogo together always makes my heart skip a beat. I know, of course that is impossible and if it were true, then my hardware skipping beats that would be very, very, very bad and I would probably need a maester immediately. It is what is feels like."

"I understand." Jorah agreed.

" has someone held your heart in such a way?"

" once, which seems like forever ago now." Jorah answered. 

" your wife." she realized.

" I did everything for her. I ruined a piece of myself trying to please her." Jorah shook his head. " I promised myself I would never lose myself so much again yet here I am."

"Here you are? I'm afraid I don't understand."

" exiled." he breathed back. " exiled from my home my family... I was stupid, idiotic, and a man with no honor to have done what I did to please a woman that..." he scoffed at the realization. " to please a woman that I don't know that I ever truly loved not as pure as you love."

" I'm sorry she wasn't the one for you, but you are wonderful man. You will find another woman that will treat you right and not try and make something out of you that you are not." Oceana assured.

" do you have a sister as sweet as yourself?" He half teased.

" I didn't when I left, but you never know what's happened across the narrow sea since we left it."