Anastasia •Game of Thrones•

•Chapter Four•

The khal collapsed onto my back, his hand resting on the ground, next to mine, to keep both of us from hitting the ground. I could feel his breath on my neck as he panted. My own breath came out in short spurts as I tried to regulate it and tried to collect myself. My husband pulled out of me and I flinched at the feeling of a mix of liquids running down the inside of my thighs. I imagined most of it was blood and I was afraid to look. The pressure left my back and I slowly moved to sit on the furs that had been placed on the ground, my legs stretched out in front of me. Hesitantly, I looked down and saw a small trail of blood on my thigh. I sucked in a breath. It wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be. Actually, none of this night had been as bad as I thought it was going to be. I felt something pushing on my shoulders and looked back to see the khal pulling me gently to lay on the ground. I followed his silent command, fidgeting a bit as I just laid completely bare, not knowing what he had in mind. The khal moved to kneel between my legs and he pushed my knees apart. Using one hand to hold my leg slightly up, the other brought a cloth up to my thighs and he began to clean the blood and other fluids from my skin. My head snapped up to stare at his hard face, but his eyes were solely focused on his task, so I laid my head back down. My eyes slipped shut as he gently cleaned my skin and I wondered how it was possible that this man, one so big and seemingly so savage, was able to be this tender in any situation, but especially this one. No, this night was not anything like Elise had told me it was going to be. The act of it had not hurt as much as she had said it would. My husband was not solely focused on himself and he didn't just roll away from me when it was over. My eyes snapped open as I felt the cloth leave my body and I looked up to see my husband moving to lay next to me. He wrapped his arms around my middle and pulled me against his chest. Our skin touched and his breath was at my ear, "Anna khaleesi." I rolled over and looked into his eyes. The look held in them was the softest one I had seen and I felt my lips curling up. I knew what khaleesi meant, but I was unsure of the first word, but I decided repeating it probably wouldn't end too badly.

"Anna khal."

His lip twitched and he grunted, "Drogo." My eyes widened and I sucked in a breath as he continued to stare at me.

Slowly, I moved my hand up to run along his cheek, "Drogo." He nodded and I smiled, "Anastasia." Drogo stared down at me, seeming to roll my name around his tongue, before he nodded.

"Ana."

My smile widened and I nodded, "Ana is good." Tracing my fingers over Drogo's cheek again, I stared into his eyes, watching him stare right back. My hand slipped from his cheek and I gently rolled over, so that my back was once again pressed against his chest. His arms tightened around me and I closed my eyes, hoping that sleep would come quickly.

The sun warmed my skin as my eyes fluttered open. Looking around, I didn't see Drogo anywhere and I don't know why, but panic rose up in my chest. He wouldn't have left me and what trouble could have found us here? A horse's whinny drew my attention to the right and I saw my husband standing by our mounts, packing a few things into his saddle. I let out the breath I had been holding and moved to grab my dress.

"Vos." I looked up to see Drogo shaking his head at me. I dropped my dress and sat up on my knees, thinking he didn't want me to get dressed yet. He moved closer, a bundle of cloth in his hands. Dropping to bundle next to me, he motioned to it, so I picked it up, letting it unravel. A top and pair of pants fell onto the furs next to me. I looked up at him and he motioned to them again. Grabbing the shirt, I slowly pulled it over my head, watching him intently to see if he would try to stop me. He didn't, so I stood up and pulled the pants over my legs and tied them off. Drogo grunted and half smiled as he moved back to the horses. I took the moment to look down at my new outfit. The pants bunched up just below my knees and the top cut off an inch or two below my chest. I sighed and pulled at the shirt, trying to cover more of my stomach with little success. A pair of boots thudded against the ground as Drogo dropped them when he came to stand next to me. Before I could move to pick them up, Drogo had caught my hands in his and pulled them away from the hem of my shirt. He shook his head, "Vos." He tugged at the top, "Lain." He ran his hand over my stomach before dropping my own hands and moving to pack up the furs we had slept on last night. I grabbed the boots and pulled them on, standing quickly and making my way over to the horses. Drogo once again gripped my hips and lifted me into the saddle of my mare. Once I was situated, he climbed onto his own horse and moved next to me, grabbing the reigns and leading us back to the camp.