Journeys' beginnings
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The man, boy really, Peter, wasn't the usual sort of man that Silver took to her bed when the mood struck her.
He wasn't very large in statue, only a few inches taller than she, nor was he built like some handsome mercenary from the Summer Isles, in fact Silver will dare say the man misses a few too many meals to be healthy given how bony he seemed. His teeth, thank the Gods he still seems to have all and none missing, weren't yellow and rotting and were straight enough she didn't mind seeing him grin when she pleasured his cock with her lips and tongue. Still, he wasn't terribly scarred or lacking in size with his cock, though it was clear to the Valyrian woman he'd never had a woman before and thus had no clue on how to use it properly without her having to practically walk him through the motions.
All in all, she supposed she could've done worse for a partner for the night.
"Are... do you want me to stop?"
Silver blinked at the somewhat ragged breathing of Peter and quickly realized that his face was no longer buried in her neck and his cock wasn't being thrusted into her cunt. She lifted her head off the sweat stained pillow beneath it and craned her neck a bit to look down to see the boy, man now by Westeros standards, looking at her with a mixture of confusion, uncertainty and disappointment.
"Why would you stop?" Silver asked, confused, she hadn't said anything to the contrary and if she truly wanted the man to stop, she was more than capable of making him.
"You've been... quite" Peter stammered as he balanced himself with one hand placed firmly on the sweat soaked sheets beneath their bodies and wiped away some of the beads of sweat dripping down his brow "And when I looked up, you were staring at the ceiling with...well it looked like your mind was somewhere else"
Ah.
"Your fine" Silver said with a sultry smile that was a bit ruined by the stains of wine on and around her lips as she raised a sweat ladened leg and slowly dragged it up the side of Peter's own and rested it on the man's hip, pulling him closer to her and by proxy, pulling him deeper into her "I was just thinking of something else is all. You're doing splendidly..."
And he was despite being inexperienced, he's been able to make her cum quite a bit more than some of the pleasure slaves she's helped herself to in Lys. Once more, he was eager to learn so as to ensure that Silver herself was satisfied, which was a nice change of pace from the usual brutes that simply humped her until they finished. Given some time, and perhaps a bit more meat on his body, this young man could go on to very well be Silver's finest lover. A part of her wondered if the young Targaryen girl that was undoubtedly being raped by her new Dothraki husband was trying to imagine it was the man currently fucking Silver that was humping his cock into her.
The thought, if she were honest, caused her core to grow even warmer and more wet at the thought-
"UGH! GODS BE GOOD YES!" Silver moaned as Peter thrusted into a particularly sensitive spot that caused her walls to tighten around him as he begun to plunder her folds with even greater force than before.
Peter lowered his head and buried it in Silver's neck, licking and sucking at the warm flesh of her throat as his hips slammed into the beauty beneath him. He could feel himself about to cum, but he wanted to make sure that the lady below had her fair share of pleasure before he decided to squirt his seed into her depths. It wasn't until he felt his cock twitch and about to eject his seed into the woman that he hadn't thought to check if the woman was drinking that one particular tea Dany's handmaiden Doreah once mentioned-
*KNOCK!*
*KNOCK!*
*KNOCK!*
Peter froze and slowly looked towards the door to his room with a mixture of surprise and confusion while Silver scowled in annoyance at having her fucking interrupted.
"Uhh, who is it?" Peter asked, curious as to who was knocking at his door.
Considering he doesn't hear any yelling followed by more knocking, that ruled out Viserys, and he's pretty sure that Daenerys is with her husband doing... well consummating the marriage he supposed. Magister Illyrio Mopatis had never visited Peter's room before, in fact Peter was half convinced the man didn't even know which part of his manse Peter lived in and would've likely sent a servant or some sort to fetch him rather than seek him out himself. It could've been a representative from the Iron Bank, the tellers at the Iron Bank's branch in Pentos did mention something about sending an envoy to speak with him in regard to the account he just opened a few weeks ago.
"My name is Kinvara my lord, may I come in?" a woman's voice spoke up from the other side of the door.
She had an accent, whoever this Kinvara was, one that Peter couldn't quite place but he knew it had to be from one of the other Free Cities. Peter glanced down towards Silver and saw that she was glaring at the door before she noticed Peter's questioning look.
"I didn't invite her" Silver muttered as she gestured for Peter to get off her so that she could grab something to cover up in.
While she's had her fair share with women in the past, she wasn't particularly interested in sharing her chosen lover for the evening with another.
"Well far as I know, I didn't" Peter whispered back before he realized that he hadn't answered Kinvara's request and cleared his throat before speaking in a louder voice "Uhh, can you give me a moment?"
"Of course, my lord" Kinvara replied, a trace of amusement detected in her voice.
Peter quickly climbed on his bed and began to search for a pair of pants that he could use while Silver simply slid on one of Peter's shirts. It just barely reached down to her waist and still left her nether region in plain view, but it's not like Peter set aside a robe for her to put on and she didn't feel the urge to seek out her own pants and pull them back on. Eventually Petere found a pair of trousers to slip into and a shirt that was only somewhat winkled and smelled descent and quickly threw it on before he cautiously approached the door and slowly unlocked it and peeked outside to finally put a face to this Kinvara woman that decided to interrupt his first time with a woman.
'Okay, something is definitely not right here...' Peter thought with his eyes widening at the sight of Kinvara.
She was young in appearance, perhaps a few years older than himself and was roughly the same height as Dany, she also possessed dark brown, almost black in color hair that reached down past her shoulders and was slightly curly in appearance. But it was her robes that really drew his attention, and not because she had a deep cleavage that almost immediately drew his eyes to the orbs of flesh the robes seemed to be struggling to contain, it was blood red and seemed to be made from some of the finest silks this side of the Bone Mountains. Around her neck was some sort of golden necklace with a large red ruby like gemstone that seemed to almost glow in the dim lighted hall outside Peter's room, as if a small fire burned within.
It seems that a Red Priest had been knocking on his door.
'Gods I hope she hasn't for some reason snuck into this place to preach to me the gospel of her lord or lady or whatever fire thing her people worship' Peter thought.
"Good evening my lord" the woman, Kinvara, grinned with a small curtsey.
"Uhh, h-hello there..." Peter said with some confusion as he opened the door a little more and peered out into the hall to see if anyone else was out there "Uhh, can I help you with something?"
"I believe so my lord, may I come in?" Kinvara smiled gently at Peter, her eyes never once flicking away from his own.
"Uhhh..." Peter looked over his shoulder to see that Silver was somewhat dressed and seemed to be in no hurry to cover her lower half.
With a bit of reluctance, Peter stepped aside and gestured for the red garbed woman to enter. Kinvara nodded in thanks and bent down to pick up a modestly sized metal chest and proceeded to enter Peter's room. He made to carry the box, but Kinvara slipped by him like a flame slip's by stone and set it down carefully on a small table that was covered in papers with numerous sketches, notes and random scribbles and began to fiddle with the intricate locks that sealed the chest.
Peter spared Silver a quick glance as they waited for the Red Priestess to finish unlocking what had to be, in Peter's opinion, the most overly complicated locked chest in the known world with a series of 'clicks' before a 'clang' sound echoed throughout the room. With a nod, Kinvara stepped aside and gestured for Peter to approach and open the chest with a gentle grin.
"Come my lord, see what the Lord of Light has granted you" Kinvara said in a voice that was both eerily enchanting and sultry.
"Not a lord..." Peter muttered as he slowly approached the chest.
"You fuck like one" Silver teased, though her eyes kept flickering between the chest and the still grinning Kinvara.
Peter made no reply as he reached the chest and peered inside with some hesitance, with his luck the chest would be filled with some sort of venomous creature that'll attack him because he apparently offended some fire god or some such.
What he saw within, was anything but...
"Whoa..." Peter said as his eyes widened at the contents of the chest.
Resting on what appeared to be a small pillow of some sort were a pair of metal bracers or some sort of gauntlet that Peter's heard of Knights from Westeros wearing. Resting on what Peter assumed would be the forearm of the bracers were curved blades that ended just at where the wrist and seemed to be made of a slightly different metal given they seemed to shine under the light of the nearby candles differently to the rest of the bracer.
"Impressive..." Silver muttered, her brow creased into a contemplative look as she came to stand beside Peter and peer that the contents of the chest before her gaze flickered towards the smiling Red Priestess "These seem fit for a King, what reason does your God have to give them to this man here?"
"While the Lord of Light has spoken to me on his wishes and commands, I cannot say why he's chosen to favor Lord Parker with a gift such as this. But I do know it is for a reason" Kinvara said, unbothered by the look of suspicion in Silver's eyes.
"I'm... I'm not a lord..." Peter said absentmindedly before he realized something and looked towards Kinvara with a look of surprise "How do you know my name?"
Far as Peter knew, he's never spoken to a Red Priest or Priestess and even if he had, he sure as hell has never given them his name.
Kinvara's response to Peter's question was a mysterious albeit coy grin "The Lord of Light..."
"Right..." Peter said with a slow nod.
A God told her.
'And I'm King of the Rhoynar' Peter thought with a bit of amusement as he turned his attention back to the bracers and slowly reached out to touch them before Kinvara's hands suddenly wrapped around his own and gently pulled them away as the chest suddenly closed on it's own and began to lock itself.
Peter gave her a questioning look while she merely smiled in apology.
"Forgive me my lord-" "I'm not a lord" -"But these bracers, they aren't just some playthings that you can cast upon yourself whenever you wish" Kinvara explained as she cupped Peter's hands in her own and slowly rubbed her thumbs over the back of his palms "Old and powerful spells forged by the Blood Mages of Old Valyria helped shape these into weapons that could topple nations and bring ruin to any army that opposed their wielder. But such great power comes at a cost my lord, one that few have been willing to make, and one that every one of those few that made it, lived to rue it"
At this, Peter took a step back and eyed the chest with a wary eye "Oh... well what's the point of giving them to me if I can't wear them? What, do I have them mounted somewhere for people to fawn over?"
"I never said you couldn't wear them my lord" Kinvara said as she brought her hands up and folded them into her sleeves "They can be worn, but certain preparations must be made so as to ensure that instead of killing you, they bestow upon you their great power. First you must..."
If Peter's aunt were there, she would've cuffed the back of his head for drowning out what Kinvara had to say in regards to how he could equip these bracers her God saw fit to reward him. Of course, Peter would be mortified to have his aunt there to see him with a woman like Silver, wearing one of his shirts and nothing else as if she were some whore he picked up from a brothel.
'Gods I can practically feel the impact against my head now' Peter thought with an internal grimace as Kinvara continued to explain the finer points of the blood ritual he'd have to submit himself to if he wished to wear the bracers.
"-and if the blood isn't perfectly measured at one pint and heated to just shy of boiling, the venom within the bracer's needles will work it's way through your body and kill you" Kinvara finished with a nod.
Peter blinked at the 'venom within' working it's way though the body to kill him "Uhh, come again? Venom? What venom?"
Just as Kinvara was about to further explain, Silver loudly cleared her throat and stared at the red headed woman with a pointed look as she folded her arms across her chest.
"Can this wait until the morrow? I'd like to resume fucking my chosen partner for the evening" Silver said.
Peter blushed a little at this while Kinvara simply nodded and gave the woman a small bow "Of course my lady, forgive me"
"Your forgiven if you leave or strip down and join us" Silver stated with a frown "I don't know about you, but I'd like to resume my evening"
"As you wish my lady" Kinvara said as she glanced at Peter and gave him a small nod "When you have time on the morrow my lord, I'd be happy to answer any questions you may still have and provide further details of what I've already told you"
"That'd... be appreciated. Especially that part about the venom" Peter said as he casted a wary glance towards the chest.
Come to think of it, he might wanna have Kinvara repeat everything she said about the bracers that he tuned out earlier. And write down everything the Red Priestess had and will say, just to be safe. He'd rather not die a horrible, painful death all because he was more eager to resume what has to be the second greatest night of his life than hear some woman that talks to fires go on and on about some metal gloves with weird blades hammered to them.
With a final nod, Kinvara turned and headed for the door, which seemed to silently open on it's own and allow the red garbed woman to pass before the door slowly closed again. Peter blinked at what had to be magic he just witnessed while Silver rolled her eyes at the departed woman's use of magic, which honestly was probably the full extent of her skill and ability.
"Wow..." Peter said once the door was closed and the tell-tell sound of the lock sliding back into place echoed through the room.
"Yes, wow..." Silver said, still unimpressed.
She's seen far better from the 'mages' of Asshai.
"Parker... I'm not familiar with that house's name, is it a small one?" Silver asked after a few moments of silence between the two.
"Uhh, no" Peter said with some confusion on his face "It's, it's not. It's just a surname that my grandfather was given by some lord whose Deer Park he helped maintain. He practically lived in it, so I think his lord gave him the surname 'Parker' more as an insult than some sort of honorary thing. My grandfather of course, was a bit of a... simple man, I don't think he ever realized it, but my uncle and father wore the name with pride"
At least, that's what he could vaguely remember his Uncle Ben once telling him when Peter asked why they, a back end of the world lowborn family, had a surname unlike the majority of their neighbors.
"I see..." Silver hummed as she turned her gaze back to the chest for a moment before shrugging and reaching up to make a show of removing his shirt from her body.
Peter felt his throat grow dry as Silver's breasts were exposed and glistened in the candlelight from the amount of sweat she shed from their coupling. The Valyrian beauty smirked as she approached Peter with a sway of her hips before coming to a stop mere inches from the man. Peter reached out carefully with hands that, Gods be good, weren't shaking as much as earlier when they first began to rut. Just as they were about to rest on Silver's hips, she reached out and grabbed him by the wrists and firmly placed his hands on the curve of her ass, stepping in close so as to push her front flush against his own.
"Come now Peter, no need to be so cautious" Silver teased as she grinded her hips against Peter's, licking her lips at the erection in his pants and the way his fingers dug into the flesh of her rear slightly "Fuck me"
Peter suddenly turned Silver away from him and bent her over the table, causing her to gasp as he roughly pulled down his trousers enough to free his cock and aligned it with the silver haired woman's folds. With a grunt, Peter shoved his cock into Silver and began to hammer his pelvis into her rear, causing the woman to mew in delight as Peter's girth and length sent waves of pleasure up and down the woman's body, causing the nails on her fingers to dig into the tabletop and her legs to shake.
"Gods above and below!" Silver gasped as she felt her body shake from an impending orgasm.
She did her best to try and time Peter's thrusts by pushing herself back towards him, causing his cock to hit her deeper, but each attempt was either too early or too late, forcing her to resign to simply letting the man hammer her insides. Suddenly Peter pulled out of Silver's body, causing her to moan in displeasure before she was turned around and pushed to her knees, taking her a bit by surprise. She looked up at Peter with a raised brow before she saw that he was feverishly jerking his prick with his hand, causing a grin to appear om her face as she opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out in anticipation for what was to come.
Pun intended.
"Oh fuck..." Peter groaned with a final jerk as streams of cum erupted from his cock and began to paint Silver's face, causing her to giggle as some of it nearly hit her eye.
"My, my, looks like someone still had quite a bit left in them" Silver said as the eruption of seamen began to die down, allowing her to lean in and begin licking the sides of Peter's sensitive tip.
"Y-Yeah..." Peter panted as he reached up to rub away some of the sweat dripping down the side of his face "Heh, sorry if some of it... got in your hair"
Silver gave Peter a throaty chuckle as she finished licking Peter's cock and looked up at him with a grin as she ran a finger up the part of her face that still had his cum dripping down the side of it and scooped it into her mouth.
If Peter was softening, the sight of a naked Valyrian beauty like Silver moaning at the taste of his cum and swallowing it made his slowly deflating cock harden to the point that nothing short of Valyrian Steel could hope to match it. Silver saw this and grinned as she took her free hand and began to stroke the man's pillar while the other reached down to gently cup and fondle his stones.
"Are you sure you're not blessed by the Gods?" Silver teased as she leaned her head in close and rested Peter's tip on her lips, her tongue darting out to tease the warm flesh "Perhaps a Goddess of love? You could be her dear champion, a lowly humble lad gifted with a nice cock that can satisfy a whole city's women three times over and still have strength for it's countryside ladies"
"If that's the case, can she do me a favor and speak to whoever controls my luck and tell them to have mercy on me?" Peter groaned with a shiver as Silver began to lick the underside of his prick, causing it to twitch.
Silver hummed as she drew herself back and slowly took Peter's cock back into her lips and begin to suck on the reddened tip.
...
Several hours later Peter stood on the outskirts of Pentos and watched Khal Drogo's horde prepare to depart from the city. He was a bit surprised with how fast they were moving and how organized it was, he was half expecting it to be a chaotic mess given how... lively, their celebration of Dany and Drogo's marriage was.
'Shows what I know I guess' Peter thought with a yawn.
His body was still sore from what Silver did, the fabric of his shirt dragged against the nail marks she left on his shoulders, his lower back and his pelvis felt like some stomped on it all night. He considered trying to find someone that could probably give him something for the pain, but he was rather hesitant to divulge the origin of said marks. He's received more than enough scathing remarks from Viserys for not being 'more of a man', last thing he needed was for the 'prince' to find out that he was more or less dominated by a woman in bed.
'He'll never let it go' Peter thought with a sigh before he noticed Silver approaching him, leading a dark brown, almost black colored horse by the reins.
Peter watched as Silver guided the horse through the organized chaos of the Dothraki before bringing it to a stop a few feet from him. Up close, the animal was much larger and had numerous faded scars dotted across its body, mainly around the flanks and chest. The horse's main was a bit uneven in some places from what Peter saw, from what looked to be cuts along the mare's neck from either abuse from a previous owner or battles of the past.
"Who's this?" Peter said nervously as Silver let go of the horse's reins and stepped to the side.
"Your horse, Masilly, she's for you to ride for the journey. Unless you intend to walk all the way" Silver said with an amused look in her eyes before she signaled for a passing Dothraki rider, a braid reaching his shoulder blades, for something. She muttered something to him in his language before he nodded and the man ran off into the crowd as it continued to break down the city of tents they had set up.
"Oh..." Peter said as he continued to stare at the large animal as if it were some sort of saber cat from the southern continent.
"She's not gonna bite you" Silver said with an eye roll as the man that she spoke to earlier brought up a saddle for Peter to strap to his horse.
"You don't know that!" Peter said as he stared at the large steed, their gazes boring into one another's.
One filled with unease and the other complete boredom.
"I've been around horses long enough to know that they don't bite people... intentionally at the very least" Silver said with a shake of her head as she made her way towards her own horse, a deep brown colored beast that looked to rival the finest in any Khalasar.
Peter scowled at the horse as he slowly laid a hand out to pet it, only to pull it back when it loudly snorted at the offered limb "Yeah, well with my luck, I happen to get the one horse in all of Essos that would"
"Your being ridiculous" Silver said with a hint of exasperation.
"I'm being cautious, there's a difference!" Peter responded, though whined sound more fitting to the woman.
"...Not in this situation" Silver said dryly.
Peter scowled at silver haired woman as she continued to saddle her horse for the journey to...
Well Peter wasn't sure where they were going exactly, though from what he was able to gather, it was some sort of Dothraki city or holy sight out in the Dothraki Sea, hundreds of miles away. It'd take several months to reach by horse back, and that was before one took into account any possible attacks against the Khalasar by other Dothraki hordes roaming the grasslands, brigands, bands of mercenaries, and the list went on and on.
It was unnerving to be leaving the city, to venture out into the vast wilderness beyond the 'Free Cities', away from the orderly, simple life that he's grown accustomed to. He said as much to Dany earlier this morning, but she seemed oddly distant, and the bags under her eyes hinted she didn't get much sleep last night. When Peter tried to ask, she waved away his concerns and quickly departed with her handmaidens back to her rooms to finish packing the last of her things.
'Maybe she's just as nervous too' Peter thought before he blinked and saw that the horse's muzzle was right in his face.
Before he could react, the horse's tongue extended outward and he received a face full of saliva, bits of straw and Gods only knows what else. Peter remained standing where he was, slowly raising a hand to wipe his face while Silver broke out into a fit of laughter and the horse that licked him simply snorted again and began to nuzzle his chest with its nose.
"I hate horses" Peter muttered as he held back the urge to gag as he wiped the horse drool off on his pants.
"Well, I think she likes you" Silver nodded towards Peter's chosen ride for the journey to Vaes Dothrak "I've known her for nigh on eight years and this is the friendliest I've ever seen her be to a complete stranger"
"The feeling is not mutual I can assure you" Peter said as he backed away as the horse continued to nudge him with her nose "Stop it... I don't have anything for you, quit it!"
After watching Peter try and fail to dissuade the horse from trying to nudge him for food, Silver reached down into her bag and withdrew a small green apple and tossed it to Peter "Here, give her this and she'll behave... for a while at least"
Peter clumsily caught the small fruit and looked at it in confusion before he glanced at the horse and slowly extended his hand out and offered the apple to the horse and waited to see how it'd react. With a small sniff, the horse eagerly snatched the apple from Peter's hand and began to chew on it, making a small whine of approval as bits of apple fell from it's mouth.
"Will you look at that, she didn't even bite you" Silver teased as she approached Peter's horse and placed the saddle she had brought for him on the mare's back.
"She's just waiting for the right moment, when my guard's down" Peter said with a shake of his head "I just know it"
"At this rate, I hope she does bite you if it'll shut you up" Silver said as she fastened the straps of the saddle and made sure that it was secured tightly to the horse's body.
Peter grumbled as he stared at the horse as she began to nudge him again for another treat. With a sigh and a shake of his head, Peter reached out and rubbed his hand across the horse's head, causing it to neigh softly.
"If you bite me, I will shave the rest of your hair off" Peter said as he reached up to scratch the mane's ears before he let out another sigh and slowly made his way to the mane's side and looked at the saddle on her back with an odd expression.
"Need help saddling a horse?" Silver asked with a grin.
"No" Peter said with a scowl as he glanced at the woman before turning his attention back to Masilly "Just trying to not think of the last time I tried to climb on to a horse"
"I assume this is the reason why you're afraid of horses?" Silver asked as she climbed on to her horse and settled into it.
"Part of it" Peter said as he took a deep breath before he grabbed the saddle and pulled himself up.
Masilly neighed and began to sidestep and slowly begin to turn in a circle, causing Peter to let out a yelp as he struggled to hold on while settling himself into the saddle.
"Whoa, whoa, wait, wait, wait-" Peter said as he struggled to not slide out from his saddle before Silver suddenly shouted something in Dothraki, causing Masilly to stop.
"Remind me to teach you Dothraki" Silver said with dry amusement "Where we're going, your gonna need it and your horse will only respond to commands in said tongue"
"Oh joy..." Peter said as he adjusted his seat before he looked at Masilly with a scowl "Why can't you understand what I'm saying now you dumb looking donkey?"
Masilly's response was a snort as she raised her neck and turned it, causing her mane to slap Peter across the face, which in turn caused him to make a series of sputtering sounds as he reached up to remove some of the strands of hair stuck to his face.
"Know this you insufferable, glorified mule of a cow, if I'm ever forced to choose between riding you, or selling you off to some merchant for a slice of cheese, I will not hesitate to throw the reigns into that merchant's hand" Peter grumbled as Masilly snorted and began to slowly walk towards the departing Dothraki horde.
He thought he saw Dany at the head of the... what do Dothraki call their groups again? Khalasar? Along with her husband, but the front of the Dothraki horde quickly took off at a slow trot to the outskirts of the city and East, towards the infamous Dothraki Sea. A stretch of grassy land inhabited by other Dothraki groups that may or may not try to kill the one that Peter was now more a less a part of, if only because of his association with Dany and her brother.
Peter sighed as he nudged his horse along only for it to start trotting off to the side, causing him to groan as he tried to steer the animal back towards the rest of the Khalasar.
"I hate horses!" the man groaned, already dreading the weeks he'll have to put up with this beast of a pony.
Masilly's response was another snort as she flicked her mane into Peter's face, causing him to scowl at the beast.
"I will eat you!" he threatened, causing the horse to snort again before a familiar voice spoke up from behind Peter, causing him to jump a little.
"I'd advise against that my lord, killing and eating a horse gifted to you by a Khaleesi can be seen as a grave insult"
Peter turned and looked back to see the Red Priestess, Kinvara, slowly approaching him on her own horse, a large Shire like grey colored mare with a saddle made of leather so fine that Peter swore it could probably buy half a city.
"Uhh... hello?" Peter said, confused as to why Kinvara was here.
Did she want to see him off or something?
"With your permission my lord, may I ride with you today?" Kinvara asked kindly.
"I already told you, I'm not a lord and uhh... I guess?" Peter said with a shrug.
"Thank you" Kinvara said with a small tilt of her head before a slight heel to the side of her horse got it to start moving with Peter's as it began to trot after Khal Drogo's Khalassar.
"So, not that I'm complaining or anything, but why are you here?" Peter asked as he tried to keep his balance on the saddle, it was a lot harder than he thought "Forgive me, but a Khalassar doesn't seem the kind of place you'd be... well it doesn't strike me as your kind of... what I'm trying to say is-"
Kinvara's chuckle saved from Peter from having to further try and explain, rather poorly he thinks, why a Red Priestess might not be comfortable surrounded by a band of violent horse lords.
"I have ridden with the Dothraki in the past before my lord, I'm used to their customs" Kinvara said as she and Peter trotted past a quartet of horseback archers whom Kinvara greeted in their language with such fluidity that one would've sworn she's been speaking the tongue her whole life.
"Any advice on how to deal with them?" Peter inquired as he barely managed to move his face out of the way in time before Masilly's mane could whip it again.
"For now? Simply take it in stride my lord. They are violent and to some extent, callous in their views and actions, but they are not an evil people" Kinvara explained.
"Tell that to the people that had been attacked by them" Peter said as he spared a glance at a column of slaves being whipped at by a few Dothraki riders.
"It is all a matter of perspective my lord" Kinvara said as her gaze followed Peter's towards the line of slaves marching with the Dothraki caravan "What is cruel and evil to us is simply a way of life to another. What is kind and what many would see as 'honorable' may be cold and indifferent to some"
"As you say" Peter said with a shrug, it seems the only thing he'll end up getting from this conversation would be a headache.
As if sensing her rider's mood, Masilly let out another snort and flicked her mane back again, hitting the tip of Peter's nose, causing the man to flinch and scowl at the mare.
"That's it, first chance I get I'm selling you for a wheel of cheese!"
...
And done.
Next chapter, Peter learns the hard way to heed a Priestess' warnings...