Her Dothraki Husband
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Revna, was raised in the Talisman Clan along side her widowed father. A strong Viking warrior who fought along side her father for seven battles now. She was beautiful and above all strong. She thought her life was simple until her Jarl called for her presence. He spoke of a treaty. One between there clan and the Dothraki. The one condition she was to be married to the Khal. Where the gods on her side?
Khal Droco, was many amongst Khals but held the strongest khalasar. He never claimed a wife while in his rule. It was quite rare, being most had not just one wife but many in fact. However, Khal Droco didn't think anything of it until he saw Revna. A viking but a beautiful creature to his eyes. Will Revna be his true Khaleesi?
⚠️ ⚠️ This idea came to me after watching game of thrones. It is in itself a stand alone. I just liked this idea so much I had to use it. I based it on the idea of game of thrones solely but please do not expect a Daenerys and Drogo relationship.
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