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You were Daenerys's un-identical twin sister and due to marry Khal Drogo. He saw you as a very shy and intimidated character but he would be proven very wrong as your Targaryen temper shone.
It was the evening before your wedding and the Dothraki gathered in a marquee; chanting, fighting and fucking. A circle had formed where men fought to the death for the Savages entertainment but somehow you were pushed into the middle of all the commotion and handed a sword.
The cheering faded as you entered the circle, ready to prove you were their true Khaleesi. Your brown hair was tied into a messy, long ponytail and your body was clothed in Dothraki fashion.
A man stepped forward with a grin, his muscles were the size of your thighs and he was double your height but you weren't scared.
"anha zin jin tawak khalessi ha yeri tribe"
"I am a true queen for your tribe"
You called out before twirling your sword and beginning your fight. Blood was shed however none being yours. Your small body was able to quickly dodge his harsh attempts to kill and after 2 minutes of battle you had chopped his head clean off his body causing cheers from the tribe.
Drogo watched you intensely with a sexy glint in his dark eyes. You proved yourself to his followers and it means a lot to have earned respect from the Dothraki.
The Khals body tensed as you approached him, his gaze scanning your figure before reaching your face. It was clear that your ability and beauty had made your betrothed very turned on.
