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"The brave men didn't kill dragons,
the brave men rode them."

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The Khal and his bloodriders were out hunting in the great-plains surrounding the Khalasar's camp. The mid-wives bathed their children in buckets or cooked meat they had above campfires.

Inside of the Khaleesis' tent, Rhaenaerys Targaryen laid atop the bed with one of her books in front of her.

Daenerys Targaryen was sat in front of Rhae as she was tended to by the three hand-maidens the twins received on their wedding day. Daenerys stared at the chest with the four dragon eggs nestled inside of it.

"Have you ever seen a dragon?" Daenerys asked.

"Dragon gone, Khaleesi." Irri answered as she placed a handful of herbs onto Daenerys' right-palm.

"Everywhere? Even in the East?"

"No dragon. Brave men kill them all. It is known."

"It is known." The hand-maiden tending to Daenerys' feet agreed as she poured milky-liquid into the bowl the Targaryen's feet resided in.

"The brave men didn't kill dragons, the brave men rode them." Rhaenaerys Targaryen spoke as she looked up from her book, receiving a grin from Daenerys and Doreah.

"A trader from Qarth told me that dragons come from the moon." Doreah spoke up, rubbing cream onto the red spots on Daenerys' left-palm.

"The moon?"

"He told me the moon was an egg, Khaleesi, that once there were two moons in the sky. But one wandered too close to the sun and it cracked from the heat. Out of it poured a thousand thousand dragons and they drank the sun's fire." Doreah explained, her face expressing wonder as she spoke about dragons.

Irri scoffed as she wrapped Daenerys' hand in thin-bandages. "Moon is no egg. Moon is godess, wife of sun."

"Leave me with her." Daenerys commanded as she glanced at the two hand-maidens beside her.

Irri and the other hand-maiden left the Khalessis' tent.

Rhaenaerys stood and made her way over to Daenerys' right-side, beginning to rub the cream in the bowl onto Daenerys' legs.

"Why did the trader from Qarth tell you these stories?" Daenerys questioned Doreah as the hand-maiden began to wrap Daenerys' left-hand in thin-bandages.

"Men like to talk when they're happy. Before your brother bought me for you two, it was my job to make men happy."

"How old were you?" Rhae asked.

"I was nine when my mother sold me to the pleasure house." Doreah said, almost nonchalantly.

"Nine?" Daenerys said, baffled, the knowledge she'd just been told shocking the oldest-twin.

Doreah softly chuckled, "I did not touch a man for three years, Khaleesi. First you must learn."

Daenerys' expression held contemplation as she thought about what she'd just been told by Doreah. Rhae gave her sister a knowing smirk.

"Can you teach me how to make the Khal happy?"

"Yes."

"Will it take three years?"

"No."

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After Daenerys had been tended too, Rhae left the tent to ride through the Khalasar's camp, a hobby she had throughout the long days, aside from reading.

Inside the Khaleesis' tent, Doreah was sat atop Daenerys' legs as she played with her hands.

"No, Khaleesi. You must look in his eyes, always. Love comes in at the eyes. It is said that Irogenia of Lys could finish a man with nothing but her eyes."

"Finish a man?"

Doreah rose her brows towards Daenerys.

"Oh."

"Kings traveled across the world for a night with Irogenia. Magisters sold their palaces. Khals burned her enemies just to have her for a few hours. They say a thousand men proposed to her and she refused them all."

Daenerys sat in awe as she listened to the story of Irogenia of Lys. "Well, she sounds like an interesting woman. I-I don't think that Drogo will like it with me on top."

"You will make him like it, Khaleesi. Men want what they've never had. And the Dothraki take slaves like a hound takes a bitch. Are you a slave, Khaleesi?"

Daenerys shook her head.

Doreah placed Daenerys' hands on her hips as she began to sway on the Targaryen's legs. "Then don't make love like a slave."

Daenerys flipped the two over so she sat on Doreah's hips. Doreah let out an airy laugh, "Very good, Khaleesi. Out there he is the mighty Khal, but in this tent, he belongs to you."

"I-I don't think that this is the Dothraki way."
Daenerys spoke as she began to back away from Doreah. Doreah sat up and ran a hand through Daenerys' hair, "If he wanted the Dothraki way, why did he marry you and your sister?"

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In the Khaleesis' tent, Daenerys laid atop the bed with animal-furs as blankets. The silver-haired beauty glanced at the dragon eggs, thinking about what Rhaenaerys told her whenever she needed to be brave.

We are the blood of the dragon

Khal Drogo walked into the tent, bare as the day he was brought into the world, as he looked at Daenerys.

Daenerys sat up, watching as Khal Drogo approached her, the Khal staring down at her as she looked up at his towering-frame. Khal Drogo placed himself behind Daenerys, almost dragging her into him.

"No." Daenerys resisted, turning to look at the Khal.

Khal Drogo once again turned Daenerys around and almost ripped her dress apart before the Targaryen turned herself around in his grip once more, "No!"

"Ajjalan anha zalat vitiherat yer hatif."
Daenerys spoke in Dothraki as she placed her hand onto Drogo's cheek, beginning to slowly flip them over so she sat atop the Great Khal.

Daenerys placed herself onto Drogo's pillar, quickly adjusting to the Khal's size. Daenerys began to sway atop him, creating a form of déjà vu for Drogo as Rhaenaerys did the same thing to him.

Drogo sat up to be eye-level with Daenerys. She wrapped her hands around Drogo's broad shoulders, deeply looking into his dark hues, their newfound love for one another shinning in their eyes.

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Dothraki Translation -

Ajjalan anha zalat vitiherat yer hatif - Tonight I would look upon your face

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