Should've listened
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Daenarys winced as her silver, a beautiful snow-white mare gifted to her by her... husband, justled beneath her, causing the uncomfortable soreness in her legs and rear to flare up.
Ever since her coupling with Khal Drogo the night before, Daenarys has found walking and sitting to be less than comfortable, let alone riding in a saddle for hours on end. She contemplated speaking to her handmaidens to see if they had any remedies to help her with the pain but before she could locate them, Drogo had given the command for his Khalasar to depart for some place called Vaes Dothrak, far across the Dothraki Sea. With no other choice, Daenarys simply obeyed and followed her husband as he led his people away from Pentos and towards the wilds that was Essos. She tried to seek out Peter amongst the horde of horses, riders, carts, hounds and slaves given to Khal Drogo from the rulers of Pentos but found her attempts met with failure.
She saw the Sablinova woman from her wedding, Silver, a few times, but she seemed to always be in either conversation with Jorah or one of the many riders of Drogo's Khalasar. For a brief moment she considered seeking out her brother before she grabbed such a thought and threw it to the ground and stomped it into the dirt. She did not wish to be around him at the moment, feeling as she does, even more so if she somehow triggers his anger and 'Wake's the Dragon'.
'I wonder if he'd even bother to try and defend me or simply wait for my brother to finish beating me before he performed his 'husbandly duties'' Dany thought as she spared a glance towards Khal Drogo, his long braid swaying slightly from the breeze of the open country outside of Pentos.
With her luck, it'd be the latter.
"NO YOU STUPID MULE! STOP! STOP! STOP!" Peter's voice echoed from somewhere behind Dany, causing her to turn as far as she dared in her saddle without irritating the sores that were likely forming to see her beloved friend riding a dark colored horse that was in full gallop.
A number of slaves and Dothraki riders quickly moved out of the way as Peter rode by on his horse, some shooting him dirty looks, while others, mainly the Dothraki, seemed amused by Peter's apparent lack of control of his steed. The horse neighed and snorted as it would gallop for several meters, come to a full stop and nearly unsaddle Peter before it'd rear up with a loud neigh and break off into another gallop. All the while, Peter hung on with a look of terror as he yelled at the horse to stop, pulling on it's reigns, mane, and kicking at it's side which seemed to only spur the beats on more. A small grin slowly appeared on Dany's face as she watched the spectacle and several riders from the Khalasar ride out to try and aide Peter before his reckless handling hurt someone.
"He'll be fine"
Dany jumped at the sudden voice of Jorah and turned to see the Knight, or perhaps a sellsword now, sitting idly on his horse with a amused grin, watching the scene of Peter struggling to control his mount with the aid of several Dothraki.
"I... I hope so..." Dany said as she turned back to watch the scene with a hint of nervousness in her eyes.
"The Dothraki are more amused than anything, I promise" Jorah assured her with a soft chuckle as he nodded towards Dany's friend "Believe me, it'd be obvious if they weren't"
Dany nodded as she watched the horse Peter rode snapped it's jaws at the faces of several of the Dothraki rider's horses, causing them to rear back less they find a bit of their flesh nipped on or torn from them. A few Dothraki had risked dismounting to help Peter either control his horse or get him off it as it moved from side to side before a quick rearing from the dark colored beast forced them back as well before it began to settle down. Peter let out an obvious sigh of relief and made to climb down before the horse broke off into another gallop, this time with Peter hanging on for dear life as he was halfway off the saddle when it happened.
"Who gave him that horse?" Dany inquired, curious and a bit angry that someone gave her friend such a wild beast to ride.
She could see it being Viserys doing, likely for his amusement as they travel across Essos, Gods know they won't be seeing much aside from dreary landscapes for the next few months. It was also possible that Peter simply picked the wrong horse to ride, a case of his terrible luck acting up again. If that were the case, she planned to find a much more docile steed for Peter to ride, she didn't wish to see him hurt terribly all because her brother or some God that seemed to take pleasure in tormenting Peter with his terrible luck wanted a laugh.
"That would be the Lady Silver, Khaleesi" Jorah nodded at the woman in question as her horse broke off into a trot after Peter's "She had planned to give the willful beast to you as a wedding gift, but Khal Drogo had already gifted you your silver and it's poor taste to try and compete with a Khal's gift unless that giver is of blood relation"
"Oh..." Dany said as she watched as Silver eventually caught up to Peter, along with a few wary Dothraki riders, and seemed to be calming the energetic mare down while Peter slid off his saddle and backed away from the dark brown horse.
"Probably for the best" Jorah grinned "I hear the horses of Lady Silver's Khalasar can be quite... lively, and difficult to manage. I've also heard rumor they like to taste flesh and drink blood on occasion"
Dany's brow furrowed a bit at this, and she spared a glance towards Jorah "She's from another Khalasar? Whose?"
Far as Dany saw, there hadn't been another Khalasar at her wedding, just Drogo's. If there had been, she was certain there would've been far more bloodshed than what had already occurred.
"Her own" Jorah revealed, surprising Dany "It's nowhere near as large as your husband's, only numbering a few hundred, her late husband's largely disbanded after his... demise"
"I wasn't aware a woman could lead a Khalasar on her own" Dany muttered as she watched Silver speak to Peter and make a few gestures towards his horse before signaling him to climb back on.
"Few can, most Khaleesi if they are nod wedded to a Khal and aren't killed by a rival of their husband are sent to Vaes Dothrak. The few that do maintain a Khalasar tend to be rather hard and cruel women. Partly to ensure none of her riders attempt to usurp her and partly to deter a Khal that may seek to take her and her Dothraki horde as his" Jorah said.
After a few more minutes, an obviously reluctant, Peter climbed back on to his horse and after a bit of adjusting on the saddle, the mare he was given began to follow alongside the horde. Silver shouted a few commands to some of the Dothraki with them and they reluctantly followed after Peter while she returned to her own horse.
"Those riders didn't seem happy to take commands from her" Dany moted as she motioned for her silver to resume trekking with the Horde alongside Jorah.
"The Dothraki are loyal to their Khals and seldom listen to the commands of one that is not their own unless their Khal or Khaleesi considers them a friend. Lady Silver's commands are only followed to an extent because she and Khal Drogo are..." Jorah trailed off for a moment as he tried to think of a suitable way to describe the two's relationship "Tolerable of one another. They've saved one another in battles past and it forged a friendly enough acquaintanceship between the pair"
"So I suppose I don't have to worry about any unwanted jealousy from her?" Dany asked with a faint grin.
"I suppose so" Jorah said with a grin of his own before he saw Viserys up head, speaking to the Red Priestess that had decided to join the Khalasar to Vaes Dothrak. He turned towards Daenarys and gave her an apologetic smile "Forgive me Khaleesi, but I should see to it that your brother doesn't accidently convert. Some of the Seven Kingdoms that supported Robert Baratheon will be less than thrilled to have your family back on the Iron Throne, even less so if you've taken to a religion not of the Seven"
"Don't let me stop you Ser" Dany sighed with a tired nod.
Jorah gave a small bow, or as much as he could while in a saddle, and gave his horse a light heel to it's flank to sped it up and headed towards the last known living male Targaryen in the world and a follower of the Lord of Light.
Dany watched him go for a moment before she glanced around her and saw that the Dothraki kept a bit of distance from her and the slaves refused to look at her. she felt her heart clench a little at the sight of the state some of the men, women and Gods above even children were in. Some looked to have gone days without food while others week. A few looked like they had been beaten to the point it was the fear of worse being inflicted upon them that kept them walking. She knew the Dothraki were a harsh people, even a daft drunkard could, but to see such things in person still couldn't quite compare.
'I pray that Drogo sees no reason to raid any settlements on our way to this Vaes Dothrak' Dany thought sadly.
But he is her husband, lord husband, and what she may want likely won't even cross his mind.
It was then that Silver was riding beside Daenarys, causing the younger woman to flinch a little at the elder Valyrian's appearance.
"Easy my lady, I mean no harm" Silver grinned coyly at Daenarys, causing her to blush.
"A-Apologies my lady" Daenarys stammered as she turned away from the grinning woman and instead focused her attention on the back of her steed's neck "I-I, my mind was elsewhere, and you surprised me is all"
"Oh?" Silver raised a perfectly shaped brow "Was your mind somewhere pleasant? It must've been if you hadn't noticed my approach"
"I wouldn't say pleasant" Daenarys said as she spared a glance at one of the long lines of slaves that walked with the Dothraki Horde "I was wondering if my husband will see the need for more slaves and seek them out from any settlements we come across on our journey"
"Most likely" Silver shrugged "Many of these slaves will die on the journey to Vaes Dothrak, either because they were pushed too hard, or we come under attack by another Khalasar. Also, it's been some time since Khal Drogo's men have had a good fight, he might seek to keep their skills sharp as we near Vaes Dothrak. We'll be encountering more Khalasars either journeying to or leaving the city and Drogo has many rivals, thus he may try to slay a few before we reach the Dothraki's holy city"
Daenarys frowned at this "I can't wait..."
"Don't worry, the fighting will be a long way off... maybe" Silver said with a teasing grin "So long as Drogo's scouts keep their writs about them and don't allow a rival Khalasar to catch them unawares. I also have my own riders out and about so we'll have plenty of warning should a rival be encountered, but even so, a Horde is easier to look out for if you know what to look out for"
"Do you have many?" Daenarys asked, curious as to how her fellow Valyrian Khaleesi ruled in a society that was largely male dominant "Riders I mean. I'm told your one of the few women to lead a Khalasar"
"Only a little more than three hundred" Silver admitted with a shrug "Not exactly the sort of Horde you'd want to attack a city with, but it's better than most. Some Khalasars ruled by women only number a few dozen and they tend to be either wiped out or absorbed into a larger Khalasar not long after their made. At least I can say that mine's lasted almost a decade longer than anyone else's"
"You must be quite the warrior to have so many Riders following you and to have survived for so long without being overtaken by another" Daenarys remarked with a bit of awe in her tone.
"No, I just tend to stick closer to the Free Cities more than most Khalasars. And it's easier to move a Horde of three hundred than it is forty thousand, the kind you and your husband have" Silver revealed as her and the young Targaryen girl's mounts silently prattled on, letting out the occasional snort or neigh when a few pesky flies flew too close to their eyes or nose.
"It's still impressive, perhaps you can mentor me in the ways of being a Khaleesi?" Daenarys said with a nervous smile "I'm afraid I'm still very new to all of... this. I hadn't ever dreamt I'd be wedded to a Dothraki Khal before-"
"Most women never do" Silver interrupted with a click of her tongue before she turned her attention towards the head of the Khalasar where Drogo was riding "still, you should rejoice, it's not every day a woman is married to such a powerful Khal. Let alone a woman that is an outsider to their ways"
"Yes well, I do believe those women have never had to experience a Dothraki Khal for themselves" Daenarys responded as she did her best to block out the memory of her wedding night.
It could've been far worse she supposed, and far more violent considering the savagery of the Dothraki, but at the very least she could give Drogo credit for at least somewhat trying too not be too rough with her. Of course, if she had it her way, she'd have never let the Khal between her legs and claim her maidenhood in the first place, but as her brother had said, they would not be able to go home and reclaim their birthright without an army.
Drogo's army, specifically.
Oh, she and Viserys had tried to rally a force to help them reclaim their home, or rather Viserys did while she provided what moral support a sibling and future sister wife could, but each attempt was met with failure as every new lord they tried to curry favor with grew bored of them and tossed them out first chance they got. Gods, they had even tried to rouse the support of the Golden Company of all people only for them to make a further mockery of their House and helped spread her brother's insulting moniker of 'Begger King' throughout the free Cities and possibly to the Seven Kingdoms!
Even though he wouldn't say it, not that Dany ever expected such a confession from her brother, but Khal Drogo and his army was their last, LAST, chance to regain the Iron Throne from the Usurper across the Narrow Sea.
Deep down, so deep that Dany could sometimes imagine that it wasn't there to begin with, she knew that if this attempt failed, her life, and that of Peter's would be forfeit in her brother's eyes. He'd rather the House Targaryen be ended by the only other house in the Known World worthy of such a deed, itself, than allow it to fade into memory or be bred away by any children she sired that were not his own. Peter in truth would only be killed along with Dany simply because by that point, Viserys wouldn't care about anything anymore and that thought would keep her up in the dead of night some days when her brother's anger seemed to reach new heights and his cruelly creative mind discovered new avenues in which to exploit itself on to the young Targaryen girl.
'Though I think he'll be hard pressed to find an even crueler way to torment me after giving me to these people' Dany thought as she saw and heard a Dothraki Rider start kicking at an old man for no other reason than the fact he seemed to be going to slow for the rider's liking.
The two women spent the better part of an hour in silence as the Khalasar continued it's trek eastward towards the Dothraki Sea. The horde had long left the paved roads that the Free Cities utilized to conduct trade and travel between one another and now ventured deep into the untamed wilds of Essos. Dany for the most part spent her time letting her mind wander, often imaging herself far away, perhaps a small cozy home next to snow white sand beaches, crystal clear waters and beautiful coral reefs inhabited by a multitude of exotic looking fish. The sun would be shining down on her as she basked in the warm rays while a soft, gentle pair of hands belonging to Peter would slowly make their way across her bre-
"Aside from the common tongue of Westeros, what other languages do you speak?" Silver suddenly spoke, dragging Dany from her thoughts.
"What?" she asked, her face a little red from the direction her mind was beginning to go in regards to her and her beloved friend.
Silver sighed impatiently at this "Can you speak more than one tongue girl?"
"I... I can speak Valyrian" Daenarys said carefully "Can you? Not the bastardized one that many in the Free Cities and beyond do, but the pure tongue of our people?"
"I can" Silver responded in the tongue of their ancestors, the ones that once helped ruled an Empire that spanned a good deal over Essos.
Daenarys couldn't help but shiver at the sound of her fellow Valyrian's voice uttering the words once spoken by a kingdom spanning from the Narrow Sea to the Bone Mountains. It was so unlike her brother whenever he spoke it, which she noticed was happening less and less the past few years, and even her own which many had said possessed a faint accent that signified her and Viserys's Westerosi roots and sounded more like the corrupted version spoken in Lys. Thinking of the language caused the old memories of learning the tongue from her brother, before rage and bitterness took him, to gently flood into her mind. They were some of the most precious moments she held and cherished, memories that helped her remember that once her brother was kind to her, that once, she loved him more than she feared him.
"Does... does it get easier?" Daenarys asked as she shot Khal Drogo's distant form a look of uncertainty.
While she doubted the man could hear her speaking a language that was not his own and from so far away, especially over the laugh he and his Bloodriders were having, she had long since learned to never assume that someone wouldn't hear something eventually. The slaves and riders around her and Silver could very well be listening in on the two women's conversation and may know the tongue they speak and will report what was heard in exchange for the promise of either freedom, rise in status, if such a thing existed amongst the Dothraki, or even the privilege to rape one of or even both of them before they were killed.
"Does what my dear?" Silver asked, her face unreadable as she stared ahead at Khal Drogo and his men as they passed horns of what she deduced was fermented mare's milk between one another "Given the kind of life you'll be facing, which includes a great many things, you'll need to be a bit more specific if you seek an answer from me as I can likely predict what you'll face based on my own experiences"
Daenarys opened her mouth to answer before she stopped and casted a brief look around to make sure none of Drogo's other riders heard her before she leaned as far towards Silver as she dared while mounted on her horse's saddle and whispered-
"Being... being ra-" the daughter of the Mad King started to say before Silver cut her off with a scoff.
"Being fucked like some dog whenever your Khal feels the need to wet his cock in you?" Silver interrupted with a side glance.
Daenarys hesitated for a moment before she slowly nodded "Y-Yes..."
That wasn't exactly how'd she word it, but she supposed there was no other way to begin with.
"Depends..." Silver shrugged as she looked up at the sky and squinted as she watched a few birds ahead glide lazily through the low hanging clouds above.
"Depends on what?" Daenarys asked.
"Whether you end up like being treated as such" Silver said as she looked towards Daenarys with a hard look in her eye that froze the newly made Khaleesi to her core "Either you harden yourself to being Drogo's wife, or one of should he decide to take another as his right, and see to his needs when he wants, or don't, and find yourself being tossed to his Bloodriders to fuck whenever they feel an inkling to spear your cunt with their cocks after he's done with you. You're a Khaleesi to a powerful Khal now my lady, best get used to that because I promise you, brooding and moping over it won't do a damn thing or make things easier for you"
Without another word, Silver gave her horse a particularly hard kick to it's flanks and raced ahead towards the front of the Khalasar, leaving Daenarys alone with a look of uncertainty on her face.
...
The Khalasar travelled throughout the rest of the day and only finally stopped to make camp once the sun began to set and the sky change from blue to various shades or orange, red, pink and purple.
The slaves were quick to erect the tents that'd shelter their masters for the evening and set up 'walls' with the carts that either they pulled themselves, or the mules and older horses whose days of being ridden into war were long behind them. Many of the Dothraki riders had begun to settle around the various fires that sprung up to drink, eat and fuck to their hearts content while a few others went out into the wilds to hunt.
Peter had decided to do none of those things, having exhausted himself throughout the day trying to keep his horse under control and not be flung from it's saddle, which had happened...
Twice.
"I hate you" Peter grumbled as he stared at Masilly with a scowl, his face marred with dirt and bruises from the two times he was flung from the mare's saddle "Just so much now"
Masilly's reply was a snort as she munched on an apple that was given to her by Silver before the Valyrian woman departed to her own tent for the evening. Peter wished she took the horse with her but she instead left it with him, tethered to a post outside his tent. Though in his opinion, calling the residence he was to sleep in a tent was a bit of a stretch considering it was a large banket of sorts made up of several horse hides stitched together and propped up by a few wooden poles. It wasn't the worse thing he's slept in, but after spending the better part of a year living in the home of the Magister of Pentos, a home filled with soft beds and silk blankets, Peter would be lying if he said he wasn't feeling a little... homesick.
Of course, he could barely remember his actual home, where he grew up, but after living under Magister Illyrio's roof for over a year, it had planted some feeling of it being 'home' to him.
With a shake of his head, he looked back towards Masilly to see that she was now looking at him with a look that seemed to scream 'Give me more apples', causing him to stick his tongue out at her.
"No apples for you, you're not even worth a block of cheese. If anything, your worth a slice at best!" Peter remarked as he turned to enter his 'tent' before he saw one of Dany's handmaidens, Doreah, walking towards him.
Doreah was... fairly pleasant to be around if Peter was being honest. Ignoring the fact she was once a pleasure slave from the Free City of Lys, rather ironic, Lys being called a 'Free' city and what not, and the fact that if she wasn't bedding Viserys she was teasing him, she was witty, seemed to apricate his sense of humor and was kind to Dany.
"Evening Doreah" Peter nodded towards the woman when she was close enough.
"Good evening my lord" Doreah teased, her eyes bright with mischief.
"Ugh, you've been speaking to that red woman, haven't you?" Peter groaned.
While a part of him did like being called 'My Lord', Peter was fully aware of his standing in life and to refer to him as anything higher was honestly more of an insult than a compliment.
"I enjoy her company" Doreah grinned as she stepped closer to Peter, her eyes darting up and down his body, taking note of the bruises on his face and neck and the mud, grass stains and tears on his clothing "What happened to you?"
"She did" Peter turned his head to glare at Masilly as she nibbled on the grass at her feet.
Or hooves, since horses don't have feet, like a person would at any rate.
"Ahh, so YOU'RE the one that me and some of the others had heard yelling and cursing" Doreah giggled as she reached out to pat Masilly only to yank her hand back when the horse suddenly raised it's head and snapped at her.
"HEY!" Peter shouted as he stepped between the large animal and a startled Doreah and spoke with a snarl "Knock it off!"
Masilly snorted and lowered her head back to the ground to resume feasting on the grass. Peter scowled at the beast for a moment before shaking his head at it's behavior and turned back towards Doreah and gave her an apologetic look.
"Sorry about that" he said as he looked down towards the hand Dany's handmaiden tried to pet his horse with "She get anything?"
"No, I'm fine" Doreah said with a carefree grin and shrug, as if her fingers weren't nearly bitten, crushed and potentially bitten off by the temperamental mare "I've dealt with worse"
"I believe it" Peter said in a dry tone as he casted a brief look around for the tell-tell signs of Viserys before turning back to Doreah "So is there anything you need? Or did you simply stop by to proclaim your undying love for me which you have harbored since we first met?"
Doreah grinned at this and stepped closer to Peter, her tone taking a sultrier tone as she reached out to run her hand up and down Peter's arm "Perhaps in your dreams, but I'm afraid I'm here at the command of the Khaleesi. She wishes to speak with you, if you are not busy that is or too tired. She'll understand as it's been a long day for us all"
Peter shook his head in mock disappointment at this "She's married to a powerful man for one day and she's already bossing us around? May the Gods help us all when she becomes Queen"
"Like you don't enjoy following her every whim" Doreah said with a knowing look in her eye.
"Well..." Peter said with a shrug as he gestured for Doreah to take him to Dany "When you're forced to choose between her and her brother, you tend to choose the more merciful option"
"Indeed" Doreah laughed as she reached down to take Peter's hand and raised it up to rest on the space between her neck and her shoulder.
For a brief moment, Peter's mind flashed back to when he had his hands on similar areas on Silver, and the feeling of his cock buried in between her legs, and the lustful moans she made as his pelvis slammed into her ass with each thrust. And then, before Peter could banish such thoughts from his mind's eye, the visage of Silver was replaced with Doreah, her eyes glowing with lust as she looked over her shoulder at him, licking her lips in delight as he fucked her. With a shake of his head, Peter tried to banish such thoughts from his mind, it wouldn't do for him to walk through the Dothraki camp with a hardened cock in his trousers, and he sure as in the Seven Hells didn't want to Dany to see it.
Well, a part of him did want her to see it, but the larger part of his brain that held common sense bristled at the thought of showing his arousal at her when she was now married-
"She's awaiting you inside my lord" Doreah's voice suddenly dragged Peter from his thoughts and back into the world.
He blinked and saw that he was now standing in front of a tent that was far larger and more impressive looking than any other he's seen. Beside the tent was a small stream and pond that Dany's horse was drinking from, Khal Drogo's nowhere to be found.
"Uh, t-thanks" Peter stammered as he made to pass Doreah before she suddenly reached down and cupped his still hard cock and grinned at the mortified man.
"If you need me to help you with this, let me know" she whispered with a coy grin as she gave him a squeeze that caused him to shiver before she stepped aside and gestured for him to enter Dany and Khal Drogo's tent.
"You are an evil woman" Peter growled as he called upon the Old Gods, the New, that lord of whatever campfire Kinvara was praying to and the fish loving drowned deity of the Iron Islands to often his prick before he stepped into Dany's tent.
By some miracle, one of those powers that be seemed to answer Peter's crude prayer and he found his arousal quickly dying. Taking a deep breath and waiting for the bulge in his trousers to be less noticeable, Peter stepped between the horse hide flaps of the tent and into a warm, brightly lit space thanks to the numerous candles burning, the floor covered in a number of furs and rugs from animals slain and towns sacked by the Dothraki Khal in the past. Dany was sitting beside a small chest with the stone Dragon eggs Magister Illyrio gave to her resting on various silks and small candles burning around them.
"You know, I'm pretty sure the Magister didn't give you those eggs just for you to try and cook them" Peter said, causing Dany to jump and look up towards him with surprise before it quicky formed a relieved smile.
"I was beginning to think Doreah would never find you" Dany said as she quickly rose to her feet and approached Peter.
"I almost didn't Khaleesi" Doreah said as she poked her head through the tent flaps "I was beginning to think he was intentionally hiding from me"
"Never" Peter scoffed.
Dany giggled at this before she nodded towards Doreah, signaling for her to leave "Let me know when... when my husband returns"
"As Khaleesi" Doreah said, a sad smile on her face as she withdrew from the tent, leaving Peter and Dany alone, or as alone as a tent can be in a Dothraki camp.
"So... you sent for me?" Peter said once Dany's handmaiden was far enough away, or at least he hoped she was "Is that the right term? Sent for me? Or would it be more like summoning me? Requesting? Commanding? Do Dothraki even do that kind of thing? Or is it they neigh like a horse, click their tongues and hold out a carrot to see if anyone comes by to see what you want?"
Dany giggled at this, a faint blush appearing on her face "I'm not sure to be honest, probably the last one"
"Well lucky for you, I like carrots" Peter grinned before he frowned "Except the cooked ones, bleh! Give me a nice, non-cooked carrot any day of the week. Unless you just pulled it right out of the ground, then you better wash that thing a bit. I refuse to eat dirty carrots!"
"You are so picky" Dany shook her head in exasperated amusement "I swear your only so skinny because half the time I'm convinced nothing short of food made by the gods is good enough for you!"
"Well excuse me for having standards" Peter rolled his eyes "Someone has to around here. Did you know I saw several of your new subjects or whatever their supposed to be now to you eating dog? Dog I tell you!"
"Says the man that used to cook and eat rats" Dany said with a dry look as she folded her arms across her chest "Not even the fat ones, you always somehow got the boniest, half-starved looking ones you could manage. I was convinced half the time you found a bunch of rat hairs and stuck them to a skeleton you found and tried to pass it off as food"
Peter gasped a little dramatically at this "How dare you!"
"I dare from here to the Seven Kingdoms and then some" Dany grinned as she gestured for Peter to come and sit with her beside the chest housing her dragon eggs "How have you been treated?"
"Well enough I guess" Peter shrugged as he slowly approached the small dais of pillows that he supposed acted as a bed of sorts for the Khal and his Khaleesi.
"If someone threatens you, tell me immediately" Dany said once Peter sat down beside her and she placed her hand on top of his "Be it one of the slaves, Drogo's men or even my brother"
"What can you do?" Peter inquired with a frown "No offense Dany, but I don't see your 'husband' caring all that much about my safety"
Dany sighed at this "No, but I at the very least can ensure that Ser Jorah will be able to keep you safe. He's pledged himself to my House and-"
"He's pledged to your brother" Peter interrupted Dany with a pointed look "And we both know his thoughts on me. Once more, he's an exile and Viserys is likely his best chance to reclaim whatever lands and titles he might've lost. He might not be willing to risk that to help keep a boy his 'King' dislikes"
"Then I'll speak to the Lady Sablinova" Dany said with a hint of frustration, more at the fact that Peter might be right about Jorah "She seems to-"
"She gave me a horse that's tried to kill me twice today" Peter said dryly "Not sure she has my wellbeing in mind"
Spend a night with a woman and how does she repay him? With a stubborn mare that seems committed to making Peter's life hell.
Dany's shoulders slumped at this "I suppose so..."
Peter gave her a soft chuckle before his face sobered and he leaned in close to the woman "Are you alright?"
"What do you mean?" Dany 's eyes flickered up towards Peter, worry evident in her violet-colored pools.
She hoped to whatever Gods could hear her that he hadn't heard of how Drogo took her-
"You seemed out of it all day" Peter said as his eyes gazed up and down Dany's body, looking for anything that could be responsible for her behavior "I tried to get your attention a few times and you never seemed to notice"
"S-Sorry, my mind was all over the place today" Dany said with an embarrassed smile "I was thinking about how I'm going to be adjusting to this new life I have now. Being married"
Peter hummed at this before he leaned back and glanced around the large tent "How is that by the way? Being married I mean? Is it as great as all of those plays you dragged me to when we were younger?"
"Not really, no..." Dany said with a slow shake of her head "But... it's not as terrible as I imagined"
'Yet' was left unsaid, but Dany and Peter both knew it very well might, the lives of the Dothraki was seldom peaceful for long and whatever 'political landscape' they had changed regularly as new Khals rose up and current or old ones died. And that was before they approached the topic of returning to Westeros so Viserys can reclaim the Iron Throne, a task that they both knew would be not without bloodshed.
"Well, I guess that's all we can hope for" Peter sighed in frustration "Long as he treats you fine, I guess"
"He's a Dothraki, I'm not sure treating people fine is something they understand or even know" Dany said with a bitter tone.
The two sat in silence for a time, the sounds of men and women outside yelling, laughing and moaning muffled all around them by the tent except for the entrance where the sounds were a bit clearer, though the tongue of the Dothraki was still alien to them. Dany made a face at the sounds of moaning in the distance, which in her opinion sounded like two animals in heat rutting against one another, while Peter was doing his best to look at everything in Dany's tent but the woman herself.
"Is that even a woman the man is with?" Dany muttered as the pair heard a particularly throaty moan that sounded more like a beast than a woman "Gods, how can anyone find that attra-"
"I better get going" Peter said as he suddenly stood up, taking Dany by surprise "Something tells me we got a long day tomorrow and I'm gonna need all the rest I can get if I'm riding my harpy of a horse again tomorrow"
Plus, the sounds of people fucking was causing Peter's mind to travel back to his night with Silver, only this time it was Dany taking her place instead of the elder Valyrian or even Doreah.
"If you can, find me tomorrow and we can ride together, it'll be nice to talk to you to help pass the time" Dany said as she stood up and took Peter's hand into her own and gently rubbed the back of his palm with her thumb.
"Will your brother be around?" Peter asked with a furrowed brow.
"I do not think so" Dany shook her head "From what I saw earlier, he seemed more interested in speaking with Ser Jorah"
"Well if he won't be around, I think I can do that... assuming my damn horse will listen to me" Peter nodded with a small grin before he scowled "What about your husband?"
Peter wasn't sure he'd ever like the man, but if he was going to be married to Dany, he might as well try to be civil with the man.
Even if Peter hoped he died in a ditch somewhere.
Preferably soon.
"He might ride with me for a time, but he seems more comfortable leading the Khalasar from the front" Dany revealed with a small shrug "I doubt you'll be around him much if at all tomorrow"
"What a pity, I was hoping for a chance to ride beside the lord of horses" Peter laughed, though it quickly died when he saw the serious look on Dany's face.
"Promise me you'll do your best to behave around him. While I doubt Drogo will care for what you have to say, I fear that that my husband's men won't hesitate to kill you if you annoy them too much" she said.
"Something tells me it won't be ME that'll end up dead because I annoyed the horse lovers" Peter said in a dry tone right before they heard Viserys voice outside the tent, along with that of Ser Jorah Mormont.
"What is this piss these damn savages drink?" Viserys voice carried a particular shade of scorn followed by the sound of something being spilled on to the ground "Is this actually horse piss?"
"It's fermented horse milk your grace" Jorah replied in a tone that was just a few degrees of being considered dry "It's an acquired taste to be sure, but the flavor can be altered with the mixture of certain herbs and berr-"
"I refuse to drink glorified horse piss!" Viserys snapped before he stomped away.
Peter and Dany remained silent as Jorah likely watched the Targaryen Prince leave before he made a sound of sighing and kicked some dirt over the mud the spilt drink made and likely followed after the man.
"Perhaps it's best if you remained far away from him" Dany said after a few moments, a smile threatening to appear on her face "Wouldn't do if the Dothraki think you agree with him"
"Really? I thought this whole trip would finally allow us to bond after years of back handed comments and threats" Peter said with a snort "Least we can agree the horse milk tastes like piss"
"Oh and you'd know all about what piss taste like, wouldn't you?" Dany said with an amused smirk.
"Hey, it was either that or die of thirst. Least the piss bought me another day before I found a nice puddle of mud to drink from" Peter rolled his eyes.
And really, the muddy water wasn't THAT bad... he even found a beetle in it to chew on!
"Gods we were pathetic, weren't we?" Dany said with a sad look in her eyes "A year ago we were starving, covered in our own filth, not knowing if we'd live to see the next turn of the moon. And now, I'm married to one of the most powerful men in Essos, my brother finally has his army, and you-"
"Am still sticking around because I don't know better" Peter teased as he poked the tip of Dany's nose, causing a pretty blush to appear on her face.
"Why have you stayed with us?" Dany asked, curious and hopeful at the same time for Peter's answer.
"Like I said, I don't know any better" Peter shrugged, ignoring how nice it was to have Dany so close to him, to smell the oils she must've bathed in this morning still clinging to her.
"Is that it?" Dany pressed, stepping so close to Peter that her chest was touching his as she looked up into his eyes, searching for... something "Nothing else?"
Peter was silent for a few moments as she stared into Dany's eyes, marveling how the light of the candles caused them to glow like a pair of amethyst in the sun. Suddenly both Dany and Peter found themselves slowly leaning towards one another, their lips beginning to part-
"Khaleesi, the Khal approaches" the whispered voice of Doreah broke whatever odd trance the pair were in and quickly backed away from one another and turned to see Dany's handmaiden had poked her head through the tent's flaps and was looking at them with a sense of worry and urgency.
"Y-Y-Yes, thank you Doreah" Dany stuttered as she turned towards Peter, her face as red as Peter's "G-Good night, Peter. I hope to see you on the morrow"
"I'll... uhh... I... yeah... uh, g-g-g-good night" Peter stammered as he quickly turned and all but ran out of the tent, nearly running Doreah over in the process, and leaving Dany alone for a moment to collect herself before her husband entered.
'To claim more of his husbandly duties no doubt' Dany thought with dread and a hint of revulsion as she went and sat back down on the soft silken pillows and waited for Drogo to appear.
She wasn't disappointed as not a second later the large man entered their tent and without pause began to strip down until he was nude before her. Dany didn't make a sound as Drogo approached her and roughly turned her around so that she was on her hands and knees and began to pull at and rip the dress she had on until her lower half and breasts were exposed. Dany mentally sighed and simply thought of the Kings Landing, and the Red Keep, and the Iron Throne within that she and her brother will one day soon reclaim as her husband thrusted into her and began to take her like some beast in heat.
Perhaps after they cross the Narrow Sea and kill the various traitors and Oath Breaker that sided with the Usurper, one of them will luckily kill Drogo, or perhaps weaken him enough for someone else to finish the job, and free her from having to return to Essos to be his wife. Of course, Viserys may try to wed her as he once hoped to when they were younger, but perhaps the promise of a harem of many Lord's young maiden daughters or even sisters will keep his attention away from her, allowing her to seek out a partner she'd love to spend the rest of her life with.
It was a nice thought, one that allowed her to mostly ignore the feeling of the Khal's hands on her hips and his cock in the place she wished another's to be.
...
Half an hour later found Peter in his tent, the chest holding the bracers Kinvara gifted to him the night before they left Pentos lying at his feet, opened, and one of the bracers in his hands, held up closely to his face so he could better examine it.
It was far lighter than he assumed it would be, than again he's often heard that Valyrian was lighter than steel ever was, allowing it to be forged into weapons and shields so large or thick that normal steel would make them nearly unwieldable except to the largest and strongest of men. He also couldn't see any signs of damage or stress on the metal work, nor any sorts of deformities or errors in it's forging.
"These have to have cost a small town to make" Peter murmured to himself as he ran a finger carefully across the small, curved blade that rested on forearm portion of the bracer "This is the kind of thing you'd find in a King's treasury... a big one"
Which made it all the odder that some Red Priestess claimed a God of all things decided to have Peter be given these.
"Heh, maybe she inhaled too much smoke from whatever fire she wasn't trying to pray to" Peter snickered as he flipped the bracer over and saw that the underside had a turn lock clasp of some sort.
Peter hummed at this and unlocked the clasp and before he knew it, slipped his arm through until the bracer rested comfortably between his wrist and elbow and fastened it to his limb. Thanks to his rather thin arms, Peter had to adjust the bracer a little and tighten the clasp even more so the armband wouldn't slide up and down his arm-
SNIK!
"AHH! FUCK!" Peter yelped in pain as he felt dozens of small pricks stab into his arm, it was like he had stuck his arm into a small swarm of angry bees.
Peter began to shake his arm in the hopes that it might stop the stinging sensation he was feeling before he realized that he could just take the damn thing off. With a shake of his head, Peter reached up to turn the clasp so he could rip this apparently cursed piece of junk off before he found the clasp refused to budge.
"You gotta be fucking kidding me" Peter said with wide eyes as he began to panic.
Peter began to pace back and forth, fiddling with the clasp to see if perhaps it turned the other way or maybe it was simply stuck and just needed a bit mor effort to turn it is all. After that had failed, Peter resorted to slamming the bracer against the chest the other bracer laid in to see if that would help loosen it, unfortunately the curved blade that sat on the top of the bracer simple cut into the chest and caused one of the splinters jutting out from the chest to nip the side of Peter's hand and cause it to bleed.
"SHHIIIIIIIT!" Peter hissed in growing fear as he stumbled out of the tent and into the cool, humid air outside.
A few nearby Dothraki watched Peter stumble around and chuckled, believing the boy to be drunk until they saw him fiddling with the bracer on his arm. A few called out to the man, demanding to know what he was doing, but their calls fell on death ears as Peter stared down at his arm and watched the veins begin to darken, as if the blood within was turned to ink and began to slowly make it's way further up to his elbow, than shoulder. With a shaking hand Peter attempted to pull the bracer in it's entirety from his wrist but found the metal unwilling to move and an uncomfortable prickly feeling began to emanate from his hands and wrists, as if he was sitting on them for long periods of time and the blow of blood had trickled to a stop as a result.
"Oh this was such a bad idea" Peter muttered as he brought the bracer up to his mouth and placed the turn clasp in between his teeth and tried to force it to turn by biting it and turning his head one way and his wrist the other.
For his efforts, he was met with his teeth scrapping across the metal and off, biting his tongue by accident and he was certain chipping a corner off one of his front teeth.
"GAH! Gods fucking dammit!" Peter winced as he began to shake his arm in some futile effort to loosen the bracer before he slammed it against the solid wooden side of the cart, leaving a small crack in it that went unnoticed by the young man.
A few Dothraki lounging beside a campfire nearby watched with amusement as Peter desperately tried to remove the bracer, muttering in their harsh language and chuckling when they see the young Westerosi man fall to his knees and began to hit the bracer with a rock he found. The sound of stone hitting the metal sent an eerie ringing sound throughout the area that caused a few nearby mothers to cover the ears of their children and for the men to look upon the scene Peter was making with uncertainty rather than amusement.
Suddenly Jorah emerged from somewhere deeper in the camp, likely having heard the odd metal ringing sound and came to investigate, only to find Peter kneeling on the ground, trying to knock a bracer off his arm with a rock. A sense of unease crept up his spine as he saw how pale the younger man's skin was, now glistening in the light of a nearby fire thanks to the beads of sweat pouring out from within him. With a quick look around, Jorah approached Peter and cleared his throat loudly enough for the boy to know it was him.
"Do you need help getting tho-" Jorah began before his words stopped cold in his throat as Peter's head snapped up to glare at him, his eyes now a unsettling bloody red with a thin black, cat like iris.
"FIND THE DAMN PRIESTESS!" he snarled, his gums blacked and covered in thin red sores that seemed to be leaking both blood and puss.
Jorah was frozen for a moment before he shook himself and quickly turned and headed deeper into the city of tents that was the Horde's encampment, calling out to several Dothraki if they had seen the Red Woman. Peter tore his gaze away from the direction Jorah went and looked down at his arm to see the skin was deathly pale to the point he could see the shadow of the meat underneath, the veins throbbing and looking to be about ready to burst.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" Peter hissed as he tried to slide a finger or two between his arm and the metal of the bracer to see if he could make just enough room to squeeze his hand out.
Peter growled in frustration when his fingers slipped out and a stinging flare of pain erupted at the tips, causing him to glare at the bracer attached to his arm before he slammed it into the ground with a yell. He honestly didn't expect it to pop right off at that point, in fact he expected it to hurt even more... but what he didn't expect was for his arm to tear into the ground and leave a deep crater that reached up to his elbow.
"W-What the fuck?" Peter muttered as he slowly pulled his arm out of the hole in the ground and stared at his hand, bloodied and covered in dirt, but otherwise fine.
"MOVE! OUT OF THE WAY NOW!" the voice of Kinvara echoed from somewhere behind Peter, along with the startled voices of several Dothraki and a few nearby dogs barking and whimpering.
Peter slowly turned to see the red garbed woman emerge from the small crowd of Dothraki he had unknowingly obtained with Ser Jorah right behind her. Kinvara took several steps towards Peter before coming to a stop, her eyes wide in shock as she took in the young man's now changed appearance. His skin was pale, horrifyingly so, and all of the veins in his body were black and seemed to be about ready to burst from his skin. His eyes were now red instead of the soft warm brow they were before, the iris a slit like some sort of feline and his teeth had since sharped and lengthen slightly while numerous tears in his gums and teeth caused blood, puss and saliva to drip from his mouth like a putrid waterfall of bile.
"What..." she began before her gaze slowly fell to the bracer attached to his arm.
Kinvara's eyes widened even further in horror as it dawned on her that Peter had not listened to her the night before.
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!"
...
And done.
Next chapter, An exasperated Priestess, a horrified Khaleesi and an enraged Beggar King.