Dothraki Weddings
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In all his eighteen years of life, Peter can say that he's never gave weddings any real serious thought.
Mainly because he knew that he'd never be able to afford a proper wedding, no matter how small with any woman that for whatever reason decided to bind herself to him. Another reason was that Peter never really understood the necessity of them, on why a man and a woman, or man and a man or even a man with multiple women couldn't just be together without having to throw a lavish party of sorts with people that he they've probably never seen before.
So safe to say, when Daenerys told Peter that she was being married to a Dothraki Khal by the name of Drogo in return for her brother to have an army to invade and retake the Iron Throne, Peter had his reservations.
"But he's like twice your age!" Peter said as he followed Daenerys, flanked by a few of her 'handmaidens' to the plaza where magister Illyrios, several other high-ranking nobles of Pentos and her brother Viserys were waiting to greet the powerful Khal "And he's a Dothraki!"
"I'm aware" Daenerys said with a sigh as she approached the entryway that would lead out to the small plaza "But if my brother is to retake the throne, he'll need an army to do it"
"Well, he can buy one!" Peter snapped as he reached out and grabbed Daenerys's shoulder, forcing her to stop and turn towards Peter "He can't just whore you off to some Dothraki savage!"
"He can and he already has" Daenerys said tiredly as she gently removed Peter's hand, trying to ignore how bony it felt, Peter was obviously missing meals again.
Peter frowned at this "But you're his sister!"
"And?"
Peter blinked at this before he looked down in sadness as he spoke in a low voice "But... he can't"
"I wish there was another way too Peter" Daenerys said as she pulled Peter into a hug "I really do..."
It was then that one of the handmaidens stepped forward "My lady, he'll be here soon"
Daenerys nodded as she pulled out of her hug with Peter and turned and made her way to the plaza. Peter watched for a few seconds before he followed his friend out to meet her new soon to be husband. Viserys was already there along with Illyrios, all dressed in their finest garments, at least Viserys was, Illyrios looked to be dressed in the same expensive silk like garments that Peter has always seen him in. The magister nodded towards Daenerys and Peter as they arrived while Viserys turned to his sister with a small scowl.
"Where in the Seven hells have you been? He's almost here!" the Targaryen snapped, causing Daenerys to flinch.
"She came as fast as she could" Peter said in defense of the young girl, causing her brother to look at him with a glare.
"Not fast enough!"
Peter and Viserys scowled at one another before they along with the other members of Illyrio's court heard multiple horses arriving at the estate. Peter looked towards the south entrance just in time to see several Dothraki enter, their horses in a full gallop with their riders on them. At the head of the group was Khal Drogo, the man that Daenerys was being married off to that possessed an unusually large Khalasar that numbered in the tens of thousands, a rarity for the nomadic warriors. Peter stared at Khal Drogo with unease as he brought his horse to a stop at the bottom of the steps while Illyrios went forward and began to greet the man in Dothraki, the man was a lot bigger than Peter expected. Like really, really big, and he sported several scars over his exposed torso and had the longest braid he's ever seen on a Dothraki, which meant that the man had never lost a fight.
It was then that Illyrios turned back to the three of them and nodded towards Daenerys "Come forward my dear..."
Daenerys shared a saddened look with Peter before she began to slowly approach the powerful Khal. Drogo stared at Daenerys with an unreadable expression as his eyes glided over her form, taking in every inch of her figure that the dress she wore displayed for the world to admire. After a few tense seconds of silence that was only broken by the Dothraki horses' hooves clanking against the ground and their occasional snorts, the Khal grunted and turned his horse before it galloped away with his Bloodrider's close behind.
Viserys blinked in surprise at this as he quickly ran down the steps to see where the Khal was going.
"Where's he going?" he asked with unease while Illyrios watched the Dothraki depart with a calm expression before answering the Targaryen's question.
"The Ceremony is over"
"B-But he didn't say anything" Viserys said before he turned towards the magister with worry "Did he like her?"
"Trust me your grace, if he didn't like her... we'd know" Illyrios said in a grim tone while Peter came and stood next to Daenerys who still looked a bit shaken and uneasy.
"Dany?" he asked nervously.
She didn't answer, she only turned and buried her face into Peter's chest as tears began to fall from her face. Peter responded by wrapping his arms around her and doing his best to try and comfort her even though he had no idea on how to do that. Viserys scowled at the two and stomped over before he grabbed Daenerys by the shoulder and yanked her out of Peter's arm and began to rub the tears from her face with a scowl.
"Stop your crying, you'll ruin your make up and look like some whore we picked up off the streets!" Viserys hissed at his sister, causing Peter to glare at the man as he grabbed the Targaryen by the wrist.
"Leave her alone Viserys!" Peter snapped at the older boy.
"P-Please don't-" Daenerys tried to intervene before Viserys's fist flew into Peter's face, snapping head to the side and sending the teen to the ground.
Blood gushed from Peter's nose as Viserys glared down at him, his hand on the sword that the magister loaned him "If you ever dare touch me again, I'll cut your throat open and leave you to bleed out on the floor, am I understood?"
"You'd have to know how to use that butter knife first" Peter spat at the older teen, causing him to begin drawing the blade before Daenerys was in front of him.
"STOP!" she all but yelled at her enraged brother.
Viserys's eyes snapped towards her and for a second both she and Peter thought he'd hit her too before he took a deep breath and released his grip on the blade's handle and turned away from the two.
"I have to prepare planning for the invasion" Viserys said as he took several steps away before he stopped and turned back towards Peter with a glare that could freeze fire "But know that when I become king Peter, you'll be lucky to live out the rest of your days in the dungeons for ever thinking of putting your hands on me"
And with that, he left, leaving Daenerys to help Peter to his feet.
"Are you okay?" she asked as Peter held his shirt up to help stop the bleeding.
"I'll live..." Peter said with a sigh "Is it sad that I've gotten used to this?"
Daenerys nodded before she turned back towards where her brother went and a look that could almost be described as a glare began to slowly appear on her face "I won't let him hurt you anymore"
"He'll just hurt you instead then hurt me even more" Peter said with a shake of his head "And I doubt your new husband will let me stay with you for the rest of my life"
"He will if I ask him... maybe" Daenerys said with uncertainty in her voice.
She prayed to the Gods that Drogo would grant her request to have Peter stay with her. On his own she wasn't sure he'd live to see the end of the year, let alone the end of this month given how sour his and her brother's relationship has grown, especially after just what happened. She lost much in her short life, her family house, her home, and now it seems her own freedom.
She'll be damned if she let her brother take away her only friend... she'll be damned.
...
"You seem uneasy my boy"
Peter looked up from his small plate of food towards magister Illyrios several hours later, the wedding in full swing along the beaches outside Pentos. All around them Dothraki men and woman along with well-wishers and supporters to the Targaryen house had gathered to celebrate the union between Daenerys and her husband, Khal Drogo. Peter was a bit surprised with how many there were and couldn't help but wonder why they only now are coming out to offer support when they've had years beforehand to do so.
"I'm fine" Peter said as he turned his gaze away from the older man and back to his food, trying his best to ignore the loud music, dancing and singing going on around him, he's never been too fond of large crowds. It made him uneasy for some reason, along with being around tall people "I'm just not used to being around crowds like this"
Illyrios nodded at this "I can understand that. And the fact their Dothraki probably isn't helping much either"
"They seem... very festive" Peter said as he saw a Dothraki woman, her top hanging from her waist as her blue painted breasts shook with each erratic movement of her torso and hips to the odd tune playing.
Illyrios chuckled at this as he took a sip of his drink before Viserys caught his attention.
"When do I meet with the Khal? I want to begin planning the invasion as soon as possible" he said with an air of impatience on his voice.
'It's his sister's wedding and he's still trying to make it all about him... bastard' Peter thought sourly but kept quiet and did his best to try and ignore the party around him. The last time he was at a gathering this large was before he met Daenerys and Viserys and it ended very badly.
Peter shook his head to try and prevent the memory from taking shape again as he looked dup to see a person, a woman, adorned in a black cloak with a cowl wrapped around her head, looking at him. She was beautiful from what he could see, which in hindsight wasn't much. Her eyes looked to be a cross between silver and electric blue, quite an exotic blend of colors in his opinion. at her side resting in a scabbard was a sword with a white and grey colored handle, the blade itself just half a foot longer than Peter's arm. She seemed amused at Peter's staring and winked at him, causing him to blush and look back down at his plate and poke his food around. He raised his head slowly to see if the woman was still looking at him and paled as she stood up and began to make her way towards him. His blush intensified as she sat down next to him, her sword resting against her leg as she leaned back in the seat and picked up a goblet of wine that was left on the ground. She gave it a look and a small sniff before she hummed and took a small sip from it before she finally turned towards Peter with a bemused grin.
"A good vintage, no?" she said with a light accent that Peter swore caused his heart to skip a beat.
"Y-Yeah, it is" Peter said as he took a sip of his cup, filled with only water as he tried to keep any more blood from rushing to his face.
The woman hummed at this before she took another sip of her goblet "You don't seem to be Essoi, your skin's too pale and you don't speak the common tongue with an accent Like I do. Are you from Westeros?"
Peter blinked at this before he nodded slowly "Originally, yes. My name is P-Peter..."
"Long way from home, Peter" she stated as she turned her attention back to the crowd and grinned as she saw a Dothraki woman pushed o her knees while a man kneeled down behind her and rutted against her like an animal in heat. She noticed Peter staring too before he coughed and looked away as the woman made a series of loud encouraging moans before the man was shoved to the side by another man wo started to thrust against the aroused woman "First Dothraki wedding?"
"How could you tell?" Peter asked nervously.
"Lucky guess" the woman said with a grin as she glanced back to see that the two Dothraki men were now physically trying to beat one another. She rolled her eyes at the two as one drew a Arakh and tried to cut down his opponent before being tackled to the ground.
"Should someone stop them?" Peter said towards the fight that was becoming progressively more violent as the seconds passed and yet no one seemed in a hurry to stop it. In fact, a number of Dothraki were yelling in encouragement as the two men punched one another and tried to overpower the other.
"A Dothraki wedding without a few fights and a few deaths is a dull affair" the woman said with a grin as she sat back and watched.
"That seems..." Peter trailed off as he tried to think of a word for it.
"Savage? Primitive?" the woman guessed, causing Peter to blush as those were some of the words that came to mind.
"N-No, it's just... I'm not really used to seeing these kinds of things" Peter admitted as he rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment.
"Well... you better get used to it. These things are common among the Dothraki" the woman said as one of the Dothraki men sliced open the other, causing his intestines to spill out "Assuming you're going with your friend when she leaves with Drogo"
The man fell to his knees, grasping at his insides while the victorious Dothraki stepped up behind him, grabbed his braid in one hand and placed his Arakh against the back of his neck. Peter flinched at the spray of blood that erupted from the man's neck as his braid was cut from it and held in the air by the victor like a trophy. He could feel his food threatening to climb back up and out his mouth as he tried to ignore the blood that was flowing from the still twitching corpse as people danced around it without a care in the world and two Dothraki women jumped the man and began to grind against him like animals in heat.
'And Dany's going to be marrying into this?!' Peter thought worriedly as her glanced at Daenerys who looked equally uneasy about the death they just witnessed while Drogo looked a bit more amused as he took another sip from his drink.
The wedding continued for the next several minutes with a lighter atmosphere, apparently the recent fight had loosened the Dothraki guests more than the wine being provided did.
"I believe more blood will be spilled tonight then wine at this rate. This shall be a wedding to be remembered" the woman said as she and Peter both watched another fight breaking out a bit of ways off from the main group, causing Peter to look at her as she received another glass of wine from a passing servant that Illryios brought with him.
"You seem to know a lot about the Dothraki" Peter said, causing the woman to shrug as she downed the glass of wine in one gulp.
"I used to be married to a Dothraki Khal myself" the woman revealed, causing Peter to look at her in surprise.
"You were?" he said.
"Yes, he didn't have as large of a Khalasar as Drogo does, not even close, but it was big enough for him to do what he wanted when he wanted" the woman said in an unreadable tone.
Peter frowned as he noticed the look that came over the woman's face "Is he... is he here too?"
"No" the woman said with a shake of her head before a dark grin adorned her face "It'd be hard for him to be here after I cut his head from his body and his Khalasar fell apart afterwards"
Peter gaped at the statement as the woman placed her cup down and stood up and gave Peter once last wink before she approached the newly wedded Khal and his Khaleesi as the latter put aside the chest given to her by a man that was filled with snakes.
"Oh, and you are?" Daenerys said as she looked up towards the woman as she proceeded to remove her cowl to show a full head of silver hair that reached down to her shoulder blades.
The woman bowed towards a surprised Daenerys and intrigued Drogo "Silver Sablinova, Khaleesi"
Daenerys's brow furrowed at this "Sablinova… where have I heard that name before?"
"My house and yours were once allies during the height of the Valyrian Freehold" Silver revealed with a chuckle before her voice grew a little colder and her eyes narrowed in anger "Well, until your family abandoned mine to its doom and fled to Dragonstone"
Daenerys seemed to pale at this while Drogo's hand slowly moved to the handle of one of his knives before Silver chuckled at the duo.
"Do not fear my lady, I do not hold your ancestors' actions against you"
"Then why are you here?" Daenerys questioned.
"Well, originally I came for the wine and food and the possibility of a finding a man to curl up next for the evening" Silver said with a grin before she nodded towards Viserys "Until I heard your brother mention an invasion... I'm assuming it'll be of Westeros?"
This seemed to get Viserys's attention who quickly stood to his feet and narrowed his eyes at Silver "What business is it of yours?"
"The House of Stark" Silver said as she turned towards the young man with a slight growl in her tone "If you intend to invade Westeros and bring it to heel, I wish to join you and in return burn that house of conniving hounds to ash"
Viserys and Daenerys both blinked at this while Drogo simply smirked as he took a sip of wine from his cup and uttered something into Dothraki to Silver who responded in the same tongue. After a few seconds of holding one other's gaze, Drogo nodded as he held his cup up.
"Yes"
"I thank you Kahl" Silver said with a bow as she turned on her heel and prepared to leave before Viserys spoke up.
"What do you have to offer in return to aiding me kill the Usurper?" he demanded, causing Silver to turn towards him with an unimpressed look on his face.
"Tell me boy, have you ever seen battle?"
Viserys blinked at this "What do you mean-"
"Ever seen a man die before your eyes?" Silver interrupted the young man as she took a step forward "Seen hundreds die before your very eyes, many of them by your own hand? Lead an army against another?"
Viserys was taken back by this as he tried to voice a response "W-Well no, but-"
"I have boy" Silver said as she slowly approached the man, causing him to back up slightly and his hand to travel to the handle of the blade at his side as Silver stared right into his eyes "And let me tell you boy, one glance at you and I can tell the first sign of death, you'll break"
Viserys's eyes narrowed at this as he took a step forward "I will not-"
"Break, you'll prove me wrong" Silver said in a dry tone "I've heard this a hundred times and I'll hear it another hundred before I die boy"
Peter had to hold back a laugh at the look of spiteful rage on the would-be monarch's face. It wasn't often lately the elder teen was talked down by someone else and Peter treasured such moments like a man stranded in a desert treasured water. After a few seconds of staring down one another, Viserys adverted his gaze and sulked away while Silver watched with amusement as she picked up the glass of wine the Targaryen was drinking from and took a sip before she spat it out with a face.
"Bitter..." she muttered as she threw the cup aside and made her way back towards where Peter was and sat beside him "Perhaps if he drank sweeter wine, he'd be less of an ass"
"No amount of sweet wine will ever fix that" Peter said with an eye roll as he saw another man make his way up to Drogo and Daenerys and offer the young Targaryen several books "He's been like that as long as I've known him. Though lately he's been getting worse"
Silver hummed at this before she leaned back in her chair and eyed Peter carefully "Tell me Peter, is the Khaleesi aware that your sweet for her?"
Peter blinked at this "Huh?"
"Sweet, for her" Silver nodded towards Daenerys as she and Drogo continued to be handed more and more wedding gifts from various nobles.
"She's my best friend" Peter said with a frown.
Silver rolled her eyes at this "Let me re-phrase my question, do you want to be the one that fucks her tonight rather than Drogo?"
Peter gaped at the woman as she grinned at him "E-Excuse me?"
"I'll take that as a yes. Just watching you two for a few hours when you were in the market was evident enough" Silver chuckled.
"Wait, you were watching us?" Peter said with shock and worry that they were being spied on by this stranger.
"Yes, and if you're expecting an apology, then don't bother" Silver said with a shrug as she gazed out towards the rest of the party.
Peter scowled at the woman before he took a sip of his water and glanced back at Daenerys to see her looking at her latest wedding gift, three oddly colored and oddly shaped stones.
'Stones?' Peter thought in puzzlement before he felt a hand on his thigh, causing him to jump and see it was Silver's.
"Nervous?" she asked with a coy grin as she had her hand travel across his thigh.
"W-What are you doing?" Peter asked with a blush.
Silver leaned forward and lowered her voice to a whisper "I'm going to assume you've never been with a woman, hmmm?"
"N-No" Peter admitted with a small shake of his head as he reached down to remove Silver's hand from his groin before he tensed as she seized his slowly hardening manhood through his pants.
"Would you like to know the pleasures of a woman's flesh?" she asked in a hotly tone as she lightly squeezed Peter, causing him to groan "To have someone share your bed and make you a man that same night your beloved friend is made a proper woman? Do not worry my darling, I will not completely ruin you for her..."
Peter closed his eyes and bit his lip to fight down another groan that threatened to escape his lips as Silver massaged his growing erection. He risked a peek at Daenerys and hoped she wasn't seeing what was happening when he noticed that she and Drogo seemed to be leaving for the evening, which only meant one thing.
They were going to consummate their marriage.
Silver seemed to see and know this as well and threw all subtly to the wind and grabbed Peter by the back of his head and forced him to look towards her before she crashed her lips against his own, hungry and wanting. Peter had no idea what to do, he's never kissed a woman before, ever, and Silver seemed to notice this as she began to quickly and easily dominate him with her lips. After several seconds, she released him so they both could catch their breaths before Silver stood, bringing Peter with her.
"Where are you taking me?" he asked nervously.
Silver glanced over her shoulder at Peter and grinned.
"Somewhere... discreet"
...
And done.
Next chapter, Tyrion pisses off and amuses Sonja all in the span of a second... also, she makes a new friend!