The Man // Khal Drogo (1)

19. Less Fire and Blood

San got sick. Not death like sickness but the khalassar thought it a sign.

She agreed to their little chant their song and dance because she didnt have a choice but she went to the enarest town and begged for herbs and supplements to help ease her baby boys pains. The women who were chanting terribly off-key to the rest of the tribal women of course sung the loudest.

But this just might work. The song and dance will heal him of his aliment. She looked to drogo as he seemed to thinknit would because thats how they did such things.

This will work oceana agreed. That was typically what one thinks right before everything goes to shit. Then again, one might argue that things couldn't possibly get any shittier than being stuck in a chanting circle next to the two most off key- and oceana didnt realize chanting could be off key, but they could- women in the world.

Oceana excused herself and headed off with San in her arms. He coughed out hiding his face in her neck.

"Im getting you help." Oceana assured. "I will make you feel better."

"No khal? Please. No trouble." The woman begged. Oceana realized the people were terrified. If she was in charge. Truly in charge they wouldnt be.

"Im oceana." She introduced "my son is sick. Im not going to hurt you. I come begging for your expertise." Oceana corrected. "Might you have anything that might help his ales?" Oceana questioned holding out a stolen piece of jewelry from one of the women at camp. The woman refused to take it however and offered them both a tonic and tea. Oceana didnt know how long she sat and talked to the woman before thanking her and heading back. San slept against her as she walked. She ran a hand down his back humming little lullabies to him when she felt the wind shift.

Large arms wrapped around oceanas body, pulling her against a foreign one. Oceanas attempt to struggle was unfortunately futile in comparison to the size of this someone behind her. Oceana was about to yell for anyone who might care enough to help when a hand suddenly clamped over her mouth, she tensed eyes wide. This was the moment she died. Trying to get healing herbs for her son.

"Oceana," jorah whispered. She relaxed. "What are you doing?"

"Helping my son. Healing my son but let them think their chants did it". Oceana agreed her heart settling.

"I could have been anyone". Jorah remarked "i could have killed you."

"But you didnt because you are my friend". She agreed. "Dont tell on me jorah. I know im breaking some sort of rule asking for help instead of taking whatever i want but i believe drogo would see that im just not as harsh as them and not fault me."

"I dont fault you for having a heart." Jorah assured. "Drogo wouldnt either."

"I would do anything to protect my son. Including anger the khalassar to get him the help he needs i would just prefer to keep it quiet. Im already an outsider." Oceana murmured.

"I know you would. You are a good mother. But you need to be catious. What if someone put a blade to his neck?" Jorah questioned. "You have to be careful. Bring a weapon with you when you travel."

"I suppose that would have been better but i was just so worried about him and their chants are useless and the people are kind. They respect me. They value me. More than the khalssar. Im less blood and fire then them." Oceana offered. "They like me. I like them." She added.

"Not blood and fire." Jorah agreed. "But still amazing. Come drogo will be missing his queen."