"𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞"
What if Daenerys Targaryen had a twin, and this twin was taken to Winterfell. The wildest of the Targaryens was raised in the north in secret. A dragon raised among wolves, trying to survive the game of th...
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Rhaella was truly exhausted, worry kept her up, and when she did sleep she dreamt of Theon. Real dreams of her friend being tortured haunted her every night. That night was no different, and as much as the girl wished she could just lay down all day she found herself by her sister's side, observing the camp of the sell swords Yunkai had hired to fight their Unsullied.
The princess was not interested in watching the Sell Sword's camp so the girl stayed by their horses, the girl got close to a particular brown stallion and rubbed his muzzle.
"He usually doesn't let people get close. It means good luck," a harsh voice spoke behind Rhaella. When the girl turned, with a hand still on the horse's muzzle, she saw a young and handsome Dothraki man, he looked to be around her age, tall and muscular, with copper colored skin, with a black braid that reached his shoulders, black eyes, and a short black beard.
"Animals tend to like me," the girl answered in a rustic dothraki.
The young Dothraki looked surprised by the girl's response, he did not think the white princess knew Dothraki, "you speak my tongue?"
"I am learning..." the girl paused, thinking on how to say what she wanted, "I thought I should know the tongue of my sister's people. What is your name?"
"Akharo, son of Aggo, bloodrider to your sister," he explained, earning a smile from the princess. The horse whinnied, interrupting their conversation, making the girl laugh, "he wants the attention of the pretty silver girl."
The silver haired girl blushed slightly and smiled at him, but before she could say anything her sister approached them, "we are going back to the camp," the Khaleesi told her sister, and walked to her mare, who was by the brown horse and Rhaella's stallion.
"Qoy Qoyi," Akharo said, nodding to Daenerys, who was being helped on her horse by Ser Jorah. "I will help you, silver girl," Akharo told Rhaella, he grabbed her waist and helped her to get on top of her black stallion.
Daenerys, who was already on top of her silver, looked between the Dothraki man and her sister and smirked. The two sisters started their ride towards the camp.
"Since when do you speak Dothraki?" Dany asked her sister, still smirking and not looking at her.
"I wanted to learn the language of your people, so I asked Missandei to teach me," Rhaella explained, also looking at the path in front of her.
"I am sure Akharo would be more than happy to teach you," Dany said, and Rhaella could practically hear her sister's smirk. "Silver girl," Dany said and rode ahead, stopping her sister from talking back to her.
