Game of Dragonborn.

Chapter 61 - Leaving Essos.

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Third Person POV.
Pentos.

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The place fell silent as Khal Drogo's head rolled a few more meters before finally stopping, blood spread across the sand. Jon ignored the silence and turned his attention to the two Dothraki men approaching him with bloodlust in their eyes, intent on killing him.

"I see... You are the Khal's bloodriders," Jon said calmly, knowing a little about the culture of these desert men who would try to avenge their Khal.

As they advanced, brandishing their arakhs, Jon kept his weapon ready, twirling it slightly while waiting for the enemies, staying close to Khal Drogo's lifeless body.

He waited for the first move under the watchful gaze of all, the absolute silence pressing in. As the first opponent approached, Jon proved quicker than his adversary, who attempted to strike him. Jon cut him down before the movement was even completed, killing him instantly. The body fell to the ground in agony, blood gushing from the neck.

Without hesitation, Jon focused on the second enemy and spun his body to evade the attack. The Dothraki struck only air as Jon completed the spin. Though the man tried to ready himself for another attack, he didn't even notice the blade coming from behind until it was too late. Jon's spinning motion decapitated him cleanly. Both opponents lay dead.

The crowd remained silent, watching Jon with a mix of admiration, fear, and anger. But no one else moved.

"It seems I've won," Jon remarked calmly, turning to face the group. The onlookers exchanged nervous glances.

"What are you doing? What has he done?" a hysterical voice echoed from behind them. It was Viserys, his expression marked by panic. He was waiting for an answer, but no one spoke. Jon looked at him as if he were a fool.

The Dothraki began to act. The first knelt, pressing his knees into the ground while staring at Jon. Soon after, the second followed suit. Then the third, the fourth... The crowd started to kneel, one after another.

"What is this? Are they saying I am the Khal now?" Jon raised an eyebrow, looking at the servant who had helped him earlier with translations for the Khal, who now seemed nervous.

"Tell them I am not the one they seek, and they should not kneel before me, for I am leaving. I am here only for the girl. I have no interest in being their Khal," Jon declared firmly.

The man began translating Jon's words, and murmurs spread as they whispered among themselves. Jon ignored them and made his way to the platform where Daenerys stood, staring at him intently, visibly nervous.

Jon approached her as she watched him cautiously. He simply smiled at her. "You're free from this marriage. Are you ready to return to Westeros with me?" Jon asked.

"I... I don't know," she murmured, still confused.

"Take your hands off her! What do you think you're doing?" Viserys's voice rang out again as he stormed toward the platform, glaring at Jon with anger. He had ruined all his plans, and it showed in his furious expression.

"Do not come any closer," Jon replied sternly. "Otherwise, you'll regret it."

Viserys stopped, trembling with rage, while the northern guard and Illyrio's man hesitated, sensing a growing fear of Jon after witnessing the earlier events.

"I am the king of Westeros!" Viserys suddenly exclaimed, beginning to advance again. As he stepped within Jon's reach, he found himself unable to take another step as Jon delivered a direct punch. His consciousness faded as his jaw shattered under Jon's fist, sending him flying off the platform.