*UNDER EDITING* The Silver Dragon | Khal Drogo

Chapter Eleven

Days had gone by since the birth of Rhaego. The camp went on as usual, the people trying not to think about their Khaleesi. She was still weak as she lost a bit of blood and became ill. She slept most of the time, her sister staying by her side to help with feeding her. Drogo had tried to stay with her, but got a glare from his wife in return. Natheriya told him that he needed to focus on ruling his people and raid camps nearby. Even though she was weak, her tone still put the Great Khal in his place, making him obey his silver-haired wife.

On the tenth day, her strength was finally back to being somewhat normal. She was able to move, even though she had to be slow and careful. Natheriya had decided to surprise her people and her husband at the feast. Daenerys and Atia held her arms as she walked out of the tent wearing a loose, pale blue gown. When they caught sight of her, the air became quiet.

Drogo watched her with wide eyes, holding their son in his arms. As Nath got closer, the men of the khalasar and the slaves began to cheer for their Khaleesi. She gave them all a small smile, her closest friend and sister giggling in her ears. Her other handmaidens rushed to put pillows on the spot to the Khal's left for her. 

Natheriya sat down slowly, softly thanking Dany, Atia, Irri, Doreah, and Jhiqui. She turned her head, looking up at her husband. Their eyes met and she saw the fierce love he held for her swimming in them. He leaned down and pressed his lips against her forehead before handing Rhaego to her.

Their son cooed as he laid in her arms, making her let out a happy laugh. She gently pushed the blankets engulfing him away from his face, admiring him. She never had a chance to really look at him since her vision was blurry and she slept to heal.

A quiet gasp left her lips as his eyes opened. His left eye was the dark brown, almost black, of Drogo's but the right was the Targaryen purple. Specks of purple were scattered near the iris of his left with dark brown doing the same in his right. "His eyes," she whispered looking up at her husband in amazement.

A smile formed on the Great Khal's face, "I know. He will never be forgotten."

Natheriya continued to hold him until she decided she needed to eat. As she rested, she was only able to eat soups the cooks made specially for her. Now, she was able to try solid foods, but she needed to take it slow. Dany came over, taking Rhaego and holding him carefully, sitting next to Rakharo and smiling down at her nephew.

Drogo had her start with fruit, feeding her small bites. He then had her eat some bread. Natheriya then tried to eat a small piece of horse, but she was unable to keep it down. Drogo rubbed her back gently as she coughed up the piece of meat. Atia gave her a cup of water, urging her to eat as much fruit and bread she could to fill her stomach and make it start to become accustomed to solid food again.

As the feast went on, Natheriya spoke and laughed with her bloodriders and handmaidens. She watched as the dancers of the khalasar moved to the music. She lost track of time, not realizing how tired she became. Drogo stood, lifting her in his arms and gave a nod to his men as he brought her to their tent. He helped her into her shift and laid her sleeping form in the bed, covering her with blankets before returning to the feast.

A maegi, whose name was recently found out as Mirri Maz Duur, came into the tent. She walked to the sleeping Khaleesi, drawing a dagger from behind her back. With a hateful gaze, she placed it on the Khaleesi's neck. She tensed when Natheriya's eyes shot open as she felt the cold blade touch her skin. The Khaleesi grabbed Mirri's wrist, trying to push it away from her.

The two women fought, grunting as they did. Atia was walking to the tent peaked inside when she heard the noise. With frightened eyes, she looked over at the Khal that sat around the big fire. "My Khal! It's the maegi! She's trying to kill the Khaleesi!"