Drogo snarled as his wound was cleaned, Jon held his hand tightly nearly more nervous than the khal himself. He looked towards his mate and smiled faintly. "Anha will avvos die she yeri." (I will never die on you).

Jon narrowed his eyes a bit trying to put it all together. "If yeri die she anna, tih khal, anha will kill yeri myself." (If you die on me, my king, I will kill you myself.) Jon threatened, Drogo chuckled loving the spirit his mate truly did have. He loved that strength, something he never anticipated an omega to have. "I love you." Jon said softly kissing his temple as the medicine man began to sew up the wound.

"I love you, omega." Drogo said, he growled as the needle entered his skin, he tensed but refused to cry or make any true noise of pain. Jon kissed him a few more times trying to distract him. "Vo asqa haired vikeesi will take yeri ha anna." (No white haired bitch will take you from me) He placed a hand on his belly, their pup kicking once more. "Yeri are a khaleesi, tih khaleesi." (You are a queen, my queen.)

"Only yours." Jon promised.

He wanted to go home, he wanted to see the snow again, he wanted to hold the woman he knew as his mother and see his father. He wanted to share his pregnancy with his family, but Drogo was his now and he was Drogo's and there was no way for him to feel good about leaving and joining his family again without Drogo at his side.

After a while Drogo was finally able to leave, the hoard hooted as their alpha and his mate appeared from the tent. They would move on, they were wondering how those men had found them but that meant it was a good time to keep moving forward.

Jon climbed upon his horse, his hands shaking a bit.

Drogo could have been killed, he could have died, their pup could have died. He shook his head, he was still alive, they were still alive. He placed a hand on his belly, Jora watched him softly. If he wanted to go back to the way their life was before all of this he needed to get Jon away safely, but he worried the pregnancy would cause an issue.

He needed to find a way to fix it, but he also knew it would devisate Jon if he didn't do it correctly.

They continued on through the night, Jon tried his best not to fall asleep while upon his horse. A horse that would one day bare his son's stallion. He patted her neck as they continued, he smiled as Drogo nodded to him before they came upon a village.

Jon watched in horror as the Dothraki did what they were best at.

They raped, pillaged, and murdered. Jon was watching with wide eyes as a few women were pulled from a building. "Wait!" Jon called trying to stop the men who held them at knife point. He pointed towards the two girls, one older her hair matted and dark the other a bit younger. "These chiorikem belong to anna ajjin."

The men looked to the omega but nodded, pushing them towards Jon. Jon stepped forward, his pregnancy and scent apparent. The two betas felt a desire to help him despite the fact he was with the people who were killing and raping their people.

"I- I have no say in what they do all the time.. M-my mate is the khal." He remarked exposing his neck. "B-but I wanted to try and help. You'll be there to help me with what I need, this way no one can touch you unless you want it."

The two looked the omega over, it was clear he wasn't dothraki born. "Did he rape you?" The younger one asked.

"Yes." Jon remarked. It was true, he had been raped, he had been for a long time until love came through, but he still wondered how much of that was their venom bond. "I am bonded to him, pregnant with his pup but I still find what they do barbaric."

The older woman looked him over, disgust in her eyes. "Yet you stay by his side."

"I am venom bonded to him, my life is not my own." Jon snarled softly. "I cannot leave."

The younger woman put a hand to her mouth, a venom bond was like unseen bondage. It was illegal in many villages, theirs was one of them. "You cannot stay mad at him," the girl began speaking to the older woman, "he has no choice."

"You could have fought." The older woman snapped.

"I was kidnapped from my home," Jon snarled, "I was sold to him. I tried to fight, I tried but all it got me was the loss of my penis." He didn't care if it was crewd. "Not all omegas are born with one kind of genital, but now I only have a cunt."

The younger girl was frozen in terror, the screaming of her people was beating into her skull, the fact this 'queen' was mutilated, venom bonded, raped and impregnated meant her station was likely not safe but maybe he could keep her from seeing his fate. "Mirri Maz Duur," the younger woman said to the older one. "He tried to save us."

The woman only nodded, yet anger burned within her. She would do her best to keep the omega from a terrible fate, her magic could do just that, yet the dothraki would pay for what they did to her people. To her village.

She followed the khaleesi to his horse, they stood beside his horse their place beside him now. They watched as they people were slaughtered, the screams from those raped were causing them to sob. "Jora." Jon began looking towards his guard. "Why.. why do they do this?"

"It is their way of life my queen," Jora remarked, "you haven't seen what they can truly do, but if your life can say anything about them they are brutal and won't stop until they feel satisfied."

Jon lowered his eyes as he watched the destruction. Jon climbed off his horse, he needed to find his mate. "Stay." Jon whispered to his new handmaidens. They simply nodded, wondering what he would do. Jon began to walk, trying to find Drogo. He came across him, slitting an innocent man's throat. "Alpha." Jon muttered. "I wish to go."

Jora raised an eyebrow wondering if the khal would listen to his mate. Drogo simply nodded, he clapped his hands. He yelled to the pack, who quickly listened. "Take the oqet ma a loy chiorikem, set anna she vorsa." (Take the sheep and some woman, set it all on fire.)

Jon's eyes widened as they howled back to him, the sheep were forced into a cart pulled by a few horses. Six woman were forced in with the sheep, Jon watched as the flames were lit, the village burning down once the desired things were taken from within.