Elysian

8

When morning came Reyna was found doing something she had never in her life thought she would, she slept next to fire, the blood red and coal black egg clutched against her chest, eyes darting under her closed eyelids and low mutters leaving her lips, uncomprehensible mutters but mutters none the less.

Then she woke with a start, chest heaving, eyes wide with shock and the words "Dracarys!" leaving her lips, this change of air seemed to alert Jorah and Dorreah who had been tasked with awakening the brunette Khaleesi, both of them rushing to her the second they heard her words, "Khaleesi are you alright?" Dorreah inquired, attempting to pull the egg from Reyna's grip, unfortunately, it wasn't possible, it would seem that Reyna had an iron grip on the egg.

It was clear that Reyna wasn't in herself, she was still dreaming, only instead of being with her eyes closed and laying down, she was sitting up and had her eyes open, but that was until Jorah kneeled in front of the princess and cupped her face, forcing her eyes to hazily focus on him. "Reyna look at me. Follow the sound of my voice." He started, his voice low and calm while Dorreah was still trying to pry the egg from her.

"Come to me." he added, looking straight into Reyna's green eyes, "Dracarys..." she whispered again, startling both Jorah and Dorreah seeing that as far as they had known, no Dothraki war Lord, or in this case Lady, knew how to speak Valyrian. "Yes Khaleesi, you can burn whoever you want, just wake up." Jorah pressed,  his words seemed to awake the tan Khaleesi from her dream. Her grip remains the same but her eyes focus on Ser Jorah, "Ser Jorah..." she whispers confused.

"It is I Khaleesi, are you alright?" he stated, brushing the hair out of her face, "What happened?" she counter inquired, brows furrowing, "You were asleep Khaleesi, speaking in Valyrian." Dorreah replied, having given up on attempting to pull the egg away. "But I do not know Valyrian." Reyna frowned, deepening her earlier frown. "Maybe it has something to do with the egg you were holding while you slept." Jorah offered, making Reyna look down at her chest and the egg, the small amount of warmth it offered and the feeling of movement she could feel from it making her nod slowly at Ser Jorah's words.

"We need to get you ready for the ceremony." Dorreah then stated, looking at her Khaleesi, seemingly reminding her of the ceremony, to which she nodded slowly. "I shall be waiting outside Khaleesi." Jorah said, earning a quick nod before Dorreah took Reyna deeper into her tent.

A short while later, Reyna walked out of the tent, her hair braided and her clothes clean, Dorreah standing behind her, preventing her from turning around and heading back into the tent like she wished she could do, thus allowing Jorah to lead Reyna to the tent where the ceremony was happening. 

Inside, Reyna greeted Daenerys, who was on a make-shift stage, with a smile and her brother with a nod as she approached and sat next to him, watching as a horse heart was given to Daenerys. The white-haired Khaleesi begins to eat the heart while the Dothraki chant and a woman dressed in blue robes chants louder, her eyes never leaving her husband and sister-in-law's figures, both of them watching carefully and intensively.

However, Daenerys chokes on the last piece of the heart and falls forward, a hand covering her mouth, vomiting slightly but pushing the bits back into her mouth before she stands up and swallows the heart completely while looking straight at Khal Drogo who beams at her, in his own way. "A Prince rides inside me! And he shall be called Rhaego!" Daenerys calls out, looking around her people before Drogo stands up and walks to her, picking her up by the back of her legs and walking her around the make-shift stage as everyone chants "Rhaego."