khaleesi ― 𝐋. 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐅𝐄𝐘𝐒𝐎𝐍

━━━━ CHAPTER FOUR

˖*°࿐ chapter four
iv. THE LAST TIME

LAELIA RIDES BESIDE HER HUSBAND, THE SOUNDS OF whips and cries of a man heard around the group of Khals and Asgardian followers. She is expressionless; her face clear of emotions, but in her heart, she ached for the wounded man. "Tell them all to stop," she tells Allister, her words coming out shaky.

"You want the entire horde to stop for how long?"

"Until I command them otherwise," she retorts, slowing her horse to a stop. Loki looks at her with admiration; she was learning to become a queen.

"You're learning to talk like a queen," Allister notes.

"Not a queen. A Khaleesi."

She jumps off her horse, the traditional Enochian clothing she wore itching her, but she took no notice; she wanted to help him. She walks through the forest that sat on her right, a female Enochian taking her horse's reigns as the Bjorndottïr strays from the group. Laelia moves the thin plants out of the way as walks. She finally reaches a field and takes a deep breath. She hears leaves moving behind her and turns in the direction to take a better look at the thing that would be coming out of it. The sword of horse hooves pounding the dirt filled her ears, and she sees Aeneas riding his horse, swinging his sword as he yells at her. "You give commands to me, to me?" He drops down his horse, running towards his sister and grabbing her throat. "You do not command the dragon. I am the Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, I don't take orders from savages or their sluts. Do you hear me?" He points the tip of his sword to Laelia's face, her backing away from it as much as she could.

A whip grabs him by the neck and yanks him backward, an Enochian man sitting on his horse with the whip. He starts speaking in the Enochian language. "The Khal asked you if you want him dead, Khaleesi," a woman translates.

"No!" she takes a step forward.

He begins to speak again.

"The Khal said you should take ear to teach respect."

"Please," Laelia steps forward again. "Please, don't hurt him." Allister stares at her. Her brother gasps for breath. "Tell him I don't want my brother harmed." The woman translates for her. The Khal raises an eyebrow in confusion. "Huh?"

He lets go of Aeneas, who rolls to his side as he starts taking deep, ragged breaths. Laelia stares at him. "woman, kill these Enochian dogs!"

When he doesn't get any response, he shoots up and yells, "I am your king!" Allister ignores him, turning his head to Laelia. "Shall we return to the khalasar, Khaleesi?" Aeneas looks at Laelia with threatening eyes; Laelia doesn't budge under his intense glare. She sets her mouth and nods, walking away from the small group that gathered around them. The Enochian woman leans down and helps the Khaleesi up her horse by grabbing her leg and pushing her up. Aeneas grabs his sword, but as he walks towards his horse, the Enochian man that held the whip stops him. "Ah, ah, ah. You, walk."

He rides away with Aeneas' horse.

Aeneas looks at the man in shock.

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AENEAS DRAGGED A WOMAN BY HER DARK LOCKS TO LAELIA'S tent, her cries heard all around the camp, but no man or woman made any effort to move. It was a hot, mucky day and they were drenched to the bone in sweat, and any movement would surely make them have a rash. But not Aeneas. He grabbed a woman and dragged her to his sister's tent, fury coursing through his veins.

Laelia was admiring some traditional Asgardian jewelry when her brother dropped the crying woman on the floor. "You send this whore to give me commands. I should have sent you back her head!"

Laelia looks pityingly at the woman. "Forgive me, Khaleesi ━"

"Sh, it's alright," Laelia soothes the Khal woman. "Take her and leave us." She tells the Khal woman sitting as she sews a patch in a dress. "Yes, Khaleesi." She grabs the woman by the arms and helps her up, Laelia watching the duo with care. "Why did you hit her?"

"How many times do I have to tell you? You do not command me."

"I wasn't commanding you, I just wanted to invite you for supper," Laelia points at the food laid out around them. Aeneas peers at a leather thing, confused. "What's this?" "It's a gift," Laelia answers. "I had it made for you."

"Enochian rags?" He waved the clothing article around. "Are you going to dress me now?" He throws the leather at her. "It stinks of manure!" He picks up a necklace. Laelia drops the clothing and blocks the incoming attack. "All of it!"

"Stop! Stop it."

"You wanna turn me into one of them, wouldn't you? Next time you'll want to braid my hair?"

Laelia grits her teeth, standing up against her abusive brother. "You've no right to a braid, you won no victories yet." Aeneas looks at his sister surprised; she has never stood up for herself or anyone else before. She took him by surprise, but only for a little while. "You do not talk back to me," he raises a hand and strikes Laelia hard on her cheek, sending her sprawling on the rug. He straddles her, her fighting back against him. "You are a princes' slut, and now you've woken the dragon!" She throws him off with all her strength. "I am a Khaleesi of the Enochs, I am the wife of the great god and I carry his son inside me. The next time you raise a hand to me will be the last time you have hands."