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.・。.・PERFECT PEACE! .・。.・ " act two, scene four "
SERAYAH HAD NOT IMAGINED A WEDDING EVER BEING LIKE THIS, but a part of her didn't mind, at all. The energy made her feel slightly excited, it felt like she was back home once again. Back in the village, she grew up in, weddings were fun and exciting with music and food and dancing- she hadn't been to a wedding in so long, and she wholeheartedly welcomed the excitement of a Dothraki wedding into her dull life. Despite the fact she was marrying a man she despised with a burning passion, Serayah couldn't deny that she enjoyed the festivities that Mero and Illyrio prepared for her on her own wedding day over three months ago now- it made her forget, for a few short moments at a time, who she was marrying and who would be with her for the rest of her living days.
However, she was also bored; the fact that she couldn't join in with dancing and the laughing and the feasting and the drinking was sending her to the verge of suicide she was that bored. Instead, she had been forced to be sat next to Viserys and politely greet people of the Khalasar and the Dothraki. She couldn't speak to him, the Khal, or get to know him before he had his way with her tiny aunt. Her Dothraki was limited but not awful, however he didn't know a word of the common tongue. So, her hope of at least getting to know him a bit before he bedded her meek aunt was crushed.
The dancing had intrigued Serayah. The sensual and upbeat grinding and swaying of the beautiful women of the Dothraki tribe was certainly entrancing. Serayah had to suppress a grin when she saw one woman wink at her with a playful smirk as a man mounted her like a stallion out of nowhere.
She watched the pair rut against one another like animals in slight awe, for all to see. She had never seen or experience sex look so passionate and thrilling. Before they left in the morning, Serayah would remind herself to find Doreah. She clenched her thighs together, taking a deep breath.
A man approached Daenerys and her new husband with a box in his hands, and Serayah smiled softly at the sight of the snakes that weaved up his arms. She liked snakes. She remembered Mero once taking her to a charmer's event in the market a when she first arrived in Pentos. The charmer had wrapped the snake around her arms, and it continued to slither up to wrap around the back of her neck. The charmer blew into his pipe and the snake slid back down her. She had loved them ever since.
A blood rider took the box and placed it on the mountain of other gifts they had received.
The gifts had ranged from fine silks and clothes to fruits and berries. Viserys' gift had been the best out of them all though, surprisingly. Viserys had listened to her when she reminded him that Daenerys was as inexperienced as they come, both in Dothraki culture and the art of being a woman. At her recommendation, he had bought three girls to be Daenerys' handmaidens, and to help her learn the ways of a Khaleesi.
