*UNDER EDITING* The Silver Dragon | Khal Drogo

Chapter Seven

Walking through the markets allowed Natheryia more time to decide what she should so with her brother's body. She thought over her and Atia's conversation from earlier. Nath had asked her if she thought Natheriya should give Viserys a pyre, even though he wasn't worthy of one. Atia had told her that it was her decision but she was stuck. Natheriya not want to be seen as a bad person, a bad sister, in Dany's eyes. At the same time, she hated Viserys with everything in her. As Nath and her party continued through the markets, she bit her lip. Natheriya knew what she had to do, despite the itching she felt on her skin at the thought.

She looked over at her sister, who was speaking with Ser Jorah Mormont. He was teaching her about the Dothraki, things that she already knew from her time studying their history and culture. Her sister smiled at something Ser Jorah said and Natheriya felt her heart break. Seeing her sister smile only solidified her decision. She would not allow her sister to lose her smile.  

Something caught the Khaleesi's eye, taking her attention away from her sister. A great dagger, sharp with intricate designs and a hilt the color of blood. She walked over to it, alerting Rakharo, the man Drogo sent with his wife. Rakharo moved quickly, staying beside his Khaleesi, keeping an eye on their surroundings. Natheriya picked up the dagger and ran her fingers over the blade. Ser Jorah noticed and followed, Daenerys and the handmaiden's following.

"I see you like the dagger," the male who was trading weapons commented.

"I do," Natheriya replied, her eyes never leaving the blade. She examined it closely and a smile graced her face. "Is this Valyrian steal?" She looked up at the man.

He smiled slightly and gave a nod. "Yes," he told her.

"Such weapons are rare," Ser Jorah said, looking at the dagger in the Khaleesi's hands. "Would you want the blade?" He asked Natheriya.

Natheriya turned to look at him with a huge smile and nodded. Ser Jorah gave her an amused one in return before stepping up and conversing with the man. They traded and Ser Jorah turned to Rakharo, giving him a nod. Rakharo led Natheriya, her sister, and the handmaidens away from the stand. Ser Jorah followed soon after once he finished conversing with a trader from Braavos. 

"Why did you get a weapon, Khaleesi?" Rakharo asked her, his eyebrows furrowing. 

"If I am to become a warrior after I give birth, I need a weapon," Natheriya replied with a small smirk. 

Rakharo smirked back at her, "That you do, Khaleesi. Despite what the others think, I support your want to be a warrior."

Natheriya couldn't hide her shock at his words. A large, grateful smile formed on her face. "I am glad," she told him. Rakharo gave her a nod, receiving one from Natheriya in return.

Her party continued to walk through the market. Natheriya heard a wine merchant calling out the names of the ones he carried. The merchant caught sight of her and called her over. Natheriya walked to him, motioning for the others to follow. 

"A taste for the Khaleesi? I have a sweet, Dornish red. One taste and you will use my name for your first child," the wine merchant said.

The silver-haired Khaleesi laughed lightly, "We'll see."

"You have the honor of speaking to Natheriya Targaryen, Khaleesi of the Dothraki and Princess of the Seven Kingdoms as well as being in her and her sister, Daenerys's, presence," Atia said from her place next to her friend and Khaleesi.

The wine merchant's eyes went wide and he bowed before the two Targaryens. Natheriya smiled lightly as she watched him. "Rise," she told him in a strong, but sweet voice. The merchant did as she commanded and Natheriya tilted her head slightly to the side. "I'd still like to have a taste," she said.