Khal Drogo's POV:
Anger filled my bones when I see my Khalessi has been harm. He saved me but put himself and our young in danger.
With a flick of my hand the warriors go after the Archer and his crew come to him. I snarl at them and pull him closer to my chest.
"Don't touch him! He's mine! Mine!" I pound my chest brutally.
I look down grabbing he's enchanting face, lately it has been looking hallow, he's gotten thinner. Now he's lucious pink lips turn blue.
He's cunning sister comes forward. She has a smirk on her face. I snarl at her, I would have grabbed her,but I didn't want to leave Him. She had something to do with this.
I think back to last night before I claimed my Khalessi, she had tried to get me drunk, tried to seduce me, even before that. I didn't kill her because He needed her.
I look at Ritah. "Make a tent".
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They make the tent around us and I carry my Khalessi to the cot. Ritah is a skilled healer but that doesn't stop me from threatening her. Grabbing her hand as she's about to heal him. Making sure my grip is firm and painful.
"If anything happens to him, the hands you use to touch him, will never be healed and after that you'll wish for death."
Getting in her face.
" But I won't grant you ".
I walk outside the tent to see the achrer on the floor he's hands tied behind he's back.
I smack him across the face, the warriors laugh around me.
"You dare hurt what is mine" another smack
" I should kill you-".
"No my Lord you shouldn't" I was interrupted by Jorah, I don't trust him. He's been eyeing my Khalessi lustfully since we wedded.
In seconds I'm in he's face.
" Did I ask for your word.... He is MINE...Mine!......the next time you invovle yourself on what is Mine.... You'll have no tongue to speak with"
Everyone goes silent. I turn back to the Archer.
"Who sent you?!"
He doesn't say anything, just looks straight ahead.
"Who sent you?!!" I smack him across the face.
"I won't kill you". He look at me then, with confusion in he's eyes.
"I'll let Khalessi decide what to do with you" .
Ritah comes out and my gaze goes down to the blood on her hands. She walks to me. My breathing comes to a halt as I see tears in her eyes.
I don't understand this feeling.
This feeling is the reason why I kept in dismissing him.
It feels as if my heart is about to jump out of my chest anytime I look into those enchanting eyes.
The feeling of thorns going into my heart anytime I see him in pain.
The feeling of lust that I had never felt before even in my early days when I take in his naked form.
The feeling of fulfilment when I know I am the only one who can make him scream as loud as he did last night.
The feeling of goosebumps in my stomach anytime I get a look at our young inside of him or when he said those words to me.
I don't want to run away from the feelings again. I turn to Ritah.
"Is she well?"
