Anastasia •Game of Thrones•

•Chapter Six•

As the days passed, I spent most of my time moving around the camp with Avvi as my guide, learning as much as I could about the culture and habits of the Dothraki people. Of my people. They are my people now, as I am constantly being reminded of by Avvi whenever she calls me khaleesi. "Khaleesi, come." I looked to Avvi as she waved her hand at me, trying to get my attention. "Khal zalat mae khaleesi vitihirat mae lajilat." Avvi had been speaking Dothraki to me, so that I could better learn the language. I was grateful to her, but at the same time, it could be frustrating to sit and decipher it while she waited for me. She stared at me as I worked through the sentence, picking out the words I knew and using that to figure out the rest. Avvi waited patiently, my boots in her hand.

I looked up at her, "The khal wants me to see him train." Avvi nodded once, a smile spreading on her face, and passed my boots over to me, so that I could slip them on. They had become quite comfortable, as was the rest of my new clothing. It only took two days for the seamstress to complete a few new pieces of clothing for me. The new cropped pants were better fitted to my body and the top she had made was more to my liking, with its cut-out sides, but longer front and back. It was tight, but not uncomfortably so and what I most liked about it was the braided straps that wrapped around my torso, ending at my waist with a swath of grayish blue fabric that hung down to the back of my calves and billowed in the wind. After my feet were comfortably placed in the boots, I stood up and took Avvi's small hand in my own rough, calloused one. We left the tent together, heading towards the area that the men had cleared and decided to use as a training ring. All they really did was fight each other, usually not to the death, but sometimes things got a little out of hand. Each day, Drogo had required that I sit on the outside of the ring and watch him train. For the first few fights, I had been nervous. All of the riders in the khalasar were formidable fighters and none of them held back on Drogo just because he was the khal. Drogo proved that I had nothing to fear, though. He was the strongest of them all and had no problem showing it. Avvi and I had reached the makeshift ring, and we quietly sat on some rocks and watched the fight that had started between two of Drogo's dothrakhqoyi, Qotho and Haggo. My hand maiden gripped both of my hands in hers as she stared intently at the two battling men. When Haggo landed a hit, she gasped and when Qotho struck back, she smiled. I watched her observe the fight, smiling when she smiled, and giggling quietly when Qotho looked over at her and she blushed. He must have noticed too because he smirked and turned back to Haggo, quickly putting the other man on his back. Avvi clapped and I laughed. Qotho helped Haggo back to his feet and the two stepped over to the side of the ring, making room for the next fight.

"Vitiherat, khaleesi." Avvi gestured to the open space and I saw Drogo step forward and square up to Cohollo. I gripped Avvi's hands again and watched as the two circled each other, each waiting for the other to strike. Cohollo struck first, lunging at Drogo with his dagger. The khal easily sidestepped the attack and countered with one of his own. Cohollo barely made it out of the way of Drogo's swipe and as a result was set slightly off balance. Drogo noticed and used that to his advantage, throwing his shoulder into Cohollo's, successfully knocking him back a few steps. Drogo advanced on him, but Cohollo was able to regain his composure quicker than anyone thought, and he struck his dagger out, just missing Drogo's shoulder. My husband grunted and swiped at his dothrakhqoyi again. Cohollo fell back and Drogo grabbed his arm with enough force to make him drop his dagger. Spinning Cohollo's arm back, Drogo pulled the shorter man in front of him and held his dagger at his throat. Cohollo grunted and Drogo smirked as he threw him to the ground. Drogo stood in the middle of the circle with his arms raised in the air.

I squeezed Avvi's hands as I watched my husband revel in his victory, "What can I say to him?"

"Khaleesi?"

I turned to Avvi, "What is a good thing to say after he won his fight?" I gestured to Drogo, who was now pulling Cohollo up from the ground.

A look of realization crossed her face and Avvi smiled, "Yer chomoe anna." I repeated it back to her and she nodded.

"What does it mean?"

"He gives you honor." I looked back to the ring to see that Drogo was now making his way over to us. Avvi stood and took a few steps back, averting her eyes to the ground, but I could still see her smile. I turned back to Drogo when his shadow fell over me. He smirked down at me, sweat glistening on his forehead, and dirt marring his cheek. He stepped closer, leaning over me, and I ran through the words Avvi had just taught me again.

Finally, I looked up into his dark eyes, "Yer chomoe anna."

Drogo smirked and lifted me from the rock, "Anha attihat yer chomolat anna. Jadat, halah." My face flushed as Drogo carried me back to our tent. Once we were inside, he tossed me onto our furs and began pulling my clothes from my body.

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Thanks for reading and voting. Hope you all enjoy this one and sorry about the wait. I've outlined the next nine chapters, so hopefully updates will be quicker now. Again, I used a Dothraki dictionary to do my own translations, so sorry if they're terribly wrong. This is what those sentences are meant to say:

Anha attihat yer chomolat anna ~ I will show you to honor me

Jadat, halah ~ Come, flower