Game Of Thrones... With A Twist

A Game of Thrones - Chapter 3

<A month later, Morning, On the Road from Pentos, Khal Drogo's Khalasar, Essos...>

The numerous horses of the Dothraki moved forward, the horde forged by the might of the barbaric Khal Drogo moving as it always had ever since it was formed, marching across Essos and back to Vaes Dothrak, the home of the Dothraki people under the shadow of the Mother of Mountains in all the world.

One Ser Jorah Mormont, who had recently sworn his oath to serve the two remaining Targaryens in the world, urged his steed forward to the second remaining Targaryen in the world, one who had been married to a Dothraki Khal so that her brother could gain an army to take back the Iron Throne of the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros from House Baratheon, once again placing House Targaryen back on top of all the other Houses of Westeros.

"You need to drink child. And eat." Jorah said as the grizzled knight of Bear Island handed a small piece of dried meat to the young Targaryen princess.

"Isn't there anything else?" She asked, a bit weary and in pain from the consummation of her marriage, along with the loss of her virginity in what was essentially marital rape.

"The Dothraki have two things in abundance. Grass and horses. People can't live off grass." Ser Jorah said as Daenerys took a small yet rough bite of her 'meal'. 

"In the Shadowlands beyond Asshai, they say there are fields of ghost grass that glow pale in the night. Murders all other grass. The Dothraki believe that one day, it will cover everything. That's the way the world will end." He told her of the belief of her husband's people.

Daenerys' amethyst eyes turned from the Westerosi man beside her to her husband, who was riding surrounded by his loyal bloodriders... and she felt her face grew hard as the memory of how he took her came to the fore. 

She had been defiled on what was supposed to be the happiest day of her life by the man she had been forced to marry due to the torturous whining of her own older brother.

Jorah caught her look of disdain and an understanding look came upon his face. "It will get easier." He offered, trying to give the young girl some measure of comfort.

Daenerys only stayed silent though she privately disagreed, and left the former Lord of Bear Island behind as she rode forward, prompting the man to do same.

It would not do well for him to be left behind the Dothraki horde.

<Two hours later, Dothraki Camp (Khal Drogo's Khalasar, Essos...>

The horde had stopped to set up camp for the night, and as such, many huts had been set up for the inevitable stay throughout the night. 

Daenerys though had trouble getting off her silver mare that her new husband had gifted her.

Her body ached from the pain he had put her through and as such, she wasn't in any condition to be strong on that day.

Ser Jorah, who had kept up silently with her, dismounted his steed and helped the young Targaryen princess get off her horse and onto the ground safely as her handmaidens came to fetch the exhausted young woman. 

Slowly, Daenerys was led away, her boy aching from her husband's use of her.

Ser Jorah watched her go silently, and in that moment, he felt less like a knight than he had in years. It had been many years since the knight had been disappointed in himself, but he never thought he would shame himself like this. 

It was already bad enough that he'd broken some of the most severe laws of the Seven Kingdoms for his wife... and now he was unable to protect the innocent like he had sworn to do.