The Dragon's Sister || Game Of Thrones (Under Rewrite)

A Khal's Oath

Daenerys was lucky enough to have avoided an assassination attempt on her life when a wine merchant offered her a sample, not knowing it was poison. But he had been caught and was tied in Vaes Dothrak with thousands of Dothraki watching his every motivation.

   When Daenerys, Vaerya, and Jorah walked into one of the larger structures, they eyed the man who had taken a beating. 

   "What will they do to him?" Daenerys asked. 

   Jorah looked at the assassin before looking back at Daenerys. He knew many ways of how he would eventually be killed, though he didn't want to list every single way. 

   "When the Khalasar arrives, he'll be leashed to the saddle before he will be forced to run behind the horses as long as he can." He answered.

   "And when he falls?" Vaerya asked.

   Jorah looked at her, slightly pitiful. "I saw a man last nine miles once." He said instead, not wanting to explain to either one of them of what happens if one were to drop. 

   "King Robert still wants us dead." Said Daenerys

   "This poison was the first, it won't be the last."

   "I thought he'd leave me alone, now that our brother is gone."

   "He will never leave you two alone. If you ride to Darkest Asshai his assassins will follow you, if you sail all the way to the Basilisk Isles his spies would tell him, he will never abandon the hunt. Your a Targaryen, the last Targaryens. Your son will have Targaryen blood with fourteen-thousand riders behind him." Jorah answered as he addressed Daenerys.

   She rubbed her stomach gently, frightened to know that she or Vaerya would never be safe unless Robert was dealt with. If they were to return back home it would only be allowed if he were gone.

   "He will not have my son." Daenerys strongly said.

   "He will not have either of you, Khaleesi, Khaleena." Jorah assured.

   Then, moments later the Khalasar had arrived when Rakharo entered the large tent, followed by the Blood-riders and then Khal Drogo. At first he looked at Daenerys, relieved that she was alive and unharmed.

   Then his joy turned to rage when he looked at the man who tried to poison the love of his life, staring closely at him. Without speaking, he held out his hand, motioning a torch which was given to him by Rakharo without arguing.

   Holding the torch in hand made Khal Drogo feel more stronger than a Khal should feel, filled by rage and anger. Vaes Dothraki was no place to kill any person, man or woman. But burning was allowed, and he was going to do so even if he were considered a man who had broken an ancient law.

   The man was lucky he wasn't going to kill him, not yet when his Khalasar hadn't even punished him enough for what he tried to do to their Khaleesi. He would allow them to do whatever they wanted to do with him for what he tried to do. 

   Eventually, Drogo drew his face away from the assassin and swiftly walked towards Daenerys; the torch thrown into the fire pit.

   "Jalan atthirari anni, hash aleesi?" (Moon of my life, are you hurt?) He asked as he gently grabbed her face, studying it if he should punish the man then and there.

   Daenerys shook her head, assuring she wasn't. Relieved, Drogo kissed her on her head and kept his hands around her small head. He then looked at Vaerya, finding she was alright as well. She was his Khaleesi's sister after all, he at least needed to protect his Khaleesi, and those that were her blood.

   Then he turned at Jorah, knowing he was the one to have prevented Daenerys from drinking the wine in the first place. 

   "Jorah De Andal, okelia-velish veliena of'shofka. Droi umani, ashafki." (Jorah The Andal, I heard what you did. Choose any horse you wish, it is yours.) He said, thanking the knight in armor for protecting his Moon of his life. 

   Before warning, Drogo placed a strong hand on Jorah's shoulder, continuing on his thanks. "Amani sheshofki ugelienda ochofka." (I make this gift for you.) 

   When he was done, he looked back at Daenerys and surprisingly gave in and wanted to give his Khaleesi the very thing she wanted the most.

   "Menjja  avani, veshin vesherashis, maen a vela-me shak akah."  (And to my son, the stallion who will mount the world,I will also pledge a gift.) He said, walking away from Daenerys and addressing his Khalasar. 

   "Maen avajak gene ador-cheekadei... venadevie avei masmai. Anave shak madrai sheezen en dari. Ana, she Drogo, attachi." (I will give him the Iron chair...that his mother and aunt's father sat upon. I will give him the Seven Kingdoms. I, Drogo, will do this.) He exclaimed, his voice beginning to grow louder the more motivation came into him.

   "Andavei dre-kahala veesh zan dedre... Venade shaer venjendai venjrak endi-vendi novade...vola kaskano-vier." (I will take my Khalasar west to where the world ends... and ride wooden horses across the black salt water...as no Khal as done before.)

   Drogo turned at the wine merchent, growing closer to him with his voice booming. "Anda vehen dra shesh ofindiondei oka chicodema vo-kolo-invendi bole." (I will kill the man in iron suits...and tear down their stone houses.) He yelled, nearly spitting on the assassin before looking back at everyone in the hut.

   "Okolo zovo zavolei-volei...vasa dro'kolavolei...manja jeeve avosh amanasan Vaes Dothrak." (I will rape their women...take their children as slaves...and bring their broken gods back to Vaes Dothrak.)

   With every battle cry of the Khalasar or the increasing volume of Drogo's promise, Daenerys grew more confident than she was before. She had given up hope that she would never return to the Seven Kingdoms, but she would if her Khal said so. 

   And now Drogo was giving her such an award for her son Rhaego, for him to sit and take his rightful place on the Iron Throne.

   "Vejiin, astasha-koi...Ana, Drogo, kei de Bharbo. Kae-je avesha avay...zhegrasha de shaka-tenere avaso-son. De-da avaso-son." (This, I vow...I, Drogo, son of Bharbo. I swear before the Mother of Mountains...as the stars look down in witness. As the stars look down in witness.) He repeated, louder than ever. 

   Now the Khalasar was louder than an audience at Kings Landing, cheering on for their Khal's desire and his goal for his Khaleesi to be pleased at. She was, and she couldn't break away from his gaze as he finally wanted to give her the gift she had always wanted.