The Man // Khal Drogo (1)

15. Ifak

Oceana wore her hair in a tight braid, her aqua-gray eyes just a little troubled as she forced a smile.

Drogo stared back at her. He had gotten quite good at reading her emotions at reading her face from one before they could understand a word of the same language only their names... It seems like forever ago now. But he had learned. He learned how to read her. And he could tell she was troubled.

* MY HEART WHAT'S WRONG?* his voice bellowed. He had not meant it to be so aggressive, but he had suddenly became so worried. His tone had darkened booming out with urgency.

*nothing.* she answered just as surprised on his level of... enthusiasm. Shall we call it?

*You are troubled* he corrected She loved that he knew when she was troubled he paid attention to her. She shrugged. *You tell me. What do I do?*

*You didn't do anything* she corrected

*What do I do to make it better?* He clarified. Oceana loved that. She loved him.

She placed a hand over his heart leaning in. He covered her hand with his own. A lot was spoken in the peaceful silence.

San dragged his little sword behind him. Oceana didnt like it but she remembered sandor training her when she was little, not this little but little. It brought a smile to her face as Drogo trained San. He laughed out every time he dropped the sword running back to Oceana.

He was too young to be playing with swords.   Drogo assured it was not playing but training.

"Be careful, Drogo, dont break him." Oceana requested.

"Careful." Drogo repeated and she knew he didnt understand the word because San landed on his ass with a thud but he pulled himself right back up again. He had that Clegane spirit and Dothraki spunk.

"Careful. Gentle..." the words for such things in dothraki were loosely- very loosely translated because they never were taught to be gentle and yet drogo was. With oceana and san. He knew to be gentle. In the way he held her and touched her. In the way he scooped up san when he was tiny and carefully cradled him close.

"Khaleesi," jorah said tipping his head to her. She smiled giving his arm a squeeze as he moved to her side. "How are you?"

"Im just worried san is going to get hurt." Oceana admitted. "Drogo is so good with him though."

"He is. He is a good father." Jorah added.

"The very best." Oceana agreed.

"Are you hoping for more children khalessi? You are a good mother. A good queen. I can see you being a mother to many."

"I did until drogo told me i had to do the so g and dance of eating and vomiting a heart again." Oceana countered. San called out to her.

"Ma!"

"I see you baby!"

"You vomitted the heart?" Jorah whispered

"And yet i still had a son." Oceana agreed.

"Does drogo know?"

"I told him very fast in common tongue." Oceana agreed. "He was very frustrated. But hell. I think i won." Jorah chuckled

"You are a bold woman Oceana." Jorah answered.

"Thank you." She agreed.

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"Ifak."

Foreigner, Oceana translated. She wasnt a Ifak. She was their khalessi.

"Ifak."

Ocean turned to the man. If anything he was the ifak. She was been with this particular khalassar longer than he. Drogo glanced between them as oceana marched up to jorgen.

"Ifak." He hissed. She heard another word that she could only assume meant whore. Which she was not. Probably why the men didnt like her. Because she didnt whore herself out for their approval.

"That particular shade of jealousy really suits Jorgen. It complements your scars and the bloodshot color of your eyes." Oceana assured, hs flipped her the bird behind Sanrogues back.

*watch how you act.* drogo demanded shoving jorgen back. *that is your queen*

Damn right she was.