Bathed In Gold

Chapter XX

I looked between the men, panicking a little. "John you wouldn't!" I exclaimed, he looked at me with a hard expression.

"I'm sorry Brienne but these men are my family now." He said walking closer to me, he grabbed me by the arm and walked me closer to the edge of the wall.

"John please!" I begged pushing my weight against him.

"No you're nothing more than a heathen! You don't belong here." He said, he clamped a hand over my mouth. "Don't make this any harder than it already is!" He whispered. "Sorry my love." He added before stabbing me in the side knowing it wouldn't kill me but it was convincing to his captain, I whimpered and before I knew it he threw me from the wall. I kept a watery gaze locked with his till the fog separated us. My back hit something hard and scaly, I lifted my head and found I was on the back of Drogon, he gazed back at me for a second before continuing to fly.

I couldn't even reach my wound, I was bleeding out on his back, his wings rose and fell with a speed that seemed dizzying to the eye. I could feel his great breaths as his chest rose up and down, tears now made themselves present in my eyes, now that no one could hear me I was screaming in pain. The sun began to rise coating both Drogon and I in its warmth we had been flying for a while, I wasn't sure how the great beast kept going, I sat up the beast I could, yelling in agony and saw we were headed to a city, I saw unfamiliar soldiers and men. Drogon flew straight to one of the gardens at the back of a great palace.

I slid from Drogons back, and hit the ground hard. I heard armour rattling and soldiers surrounded me, they pointed their weapons at me. "Ave!" (Father!) I cried. I heard footsteps rushing to me, when my eyes focused I saw Daenrys looking down at me.

"Brienne? Fin are yeri doing gwe? Kirekosi did yeri get gwe?" (Brienne? What are you doing here? How did you get here?) she asked a little surprised.

"D. . .Drogon bought me h. . . here." I said my strength fading, I saw the blood drain from her face as she saw the blood flooding on the ground from under me.

"Gūrogon zȳhon naejot se infirmary, yn gūrogon care hen zȳhon!" (Valyrian) (Take her to the infirmary, but take care of her!) They all nodded and put me onto a stretcher and took me inside. I still whined and pined in pain, finally I was too weak to stay awake and passed out there and then. 

A few hours later. . . . 

I come round I'm tired, sweating and I can't move. I rolled my eyes around the room it's lavishly decorated, I could smell the scent of jasmine and pine. I'm laid on a four posted bed, it had white material draped around it, a wooden chest sat in the corner, I had a balcony to my left with lace curtains that blew softly in the breeze.

"Idde home anna yalli." (Dothraki) (Welcome home my child.) I try to sit up but fail, I see Khal Drogo standing in the door way at the foot of the bed.