Bathed In Gold

Chapter XXIII

I was laying in my chambers quietly, my eyes were closing little by little till finally they were closed, my door opened and my ears flicked at the sound, I recognised the footfalls it was Daario. He laid on the vacant space. "You know your father is an interesting man." He said. I didn't open my eyes so he nudged me in the arm. "Hey are you listening to me?"

"Yes," I said now opening my eyes. "What did he say?" I asked.

"Well that I would be a perfect suitor for you." He said. I laughed but Daario looked at me with a serious expression.

"Oh you're serious," I said and fell silent.

"Do you doubt me?" He asked.

"Well Daario it's just; never mind." I said.

"No tell me," he said.

"No." I answered.

"Just say what's on your mind," he said and gently rested his hand on mine.

"What did Daenrys say?" I asked.

"She agreed." He said.

"I see," I replied.

"Do you not think me worthy of your hand?" He asked.

"Daario I'm not saying that. . ." I began but we were interrupted, it was one of the unsullied.

"Come quick Mago has challenged your father," he told us. We both nodded and headed outside to the courtyard, I shifted as we descended the stairs but I lost my footing and fell, I landed on my side but I pushed myself up and galloped to the group of Dothraki and unsullied, Daenerys was at the front, I neighed and pushed my way through. I came to the front next to Daenrys and stamped my front hoof. "Reri out ki jinak Brienne!" (Stay out of this Brienne.) Drogo told me. I shook my head in defiance and raced forward.

Just as Mago was about to strike my father with his scythe I swung my body into him and he hit me right in my flank, my muscle thick he had a problem removing it, I just neighed loudly and reared up on to my hind legs and again threw my head back my father stood at my side, I ran at Mago and he ran at me, he gripped me under my neck and tried pushing me back but I pushed all I could with the strength I had, but I was weakening, he pushed me back I was now sitting on my hind legs.

He then went for my father, I leapt up with power and rammed my head into his back, he cried out as I stepped back, I then turned and used my back legs to bring him to his knees, my father loomed over him and he lifted his hand to tell me to stop, I stood there panting, the scythe still in my flank. "Yer hash jin disgrace tat anna clan, kijinosi ajjin yer tikh athdrivar!" (You are a disgrace to my clan and now you will die!) my father snarled.

I snorted behind in agreement, and stamped my hooves. I turned my head and using my teeth I ripped the scythe from my flesh and I neighed loudly, I walked to my father and gave him the scythe which he took gently. I then walked over to Daario and Daenerys. We watched as Drogo slit his throat open and pulled out his vocal chords. We all cheered, and I reared up neighing loudly and then threw my legs back down again.

My father approached me and rested a hand on my head. "Yeri did yeri chek." (You did well.) he said. I whinnied lowly in acknowledgement.