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"What did the Mad King say
when you stabbed him in the back?"

"He said the same thing he'd been saying for hours... Burn them all."

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The Great Khal's Khalasar rode in the middle of a field of grass with stalks taller than the Khal's stallion.

Behind Khal Drogo and his bloodriders rode the Targaryen twins.

It had surprised Rhaenaerys when her twin asked if she could control the reigns of their mare earlier that day, but the younger-twin gladly scooted over when Daenerys mounted the horse.

Rhae was proud of Daenerys Targaryen for everything she had done: dominating Khal Drogo in his tent, becoming more of a Khaleesi, while also being less fearful of their vile older-brother.

"Do the Dothraki buy their slaves?"
Daenerys' question, aimed towards Ser Jorah, broke Rhae from her thoughts.

"The Dothraki don't believe in money. Most of their slaves were given to them as gifts."

"From whom?" Rhaenaerys found herself asking the middle-aged knight.

"If you rule a city and you see the horde approaching, you have two choices: pay tribute or fight."

Rhae found herself wondering how many cities her husband had sacked before herself and Daenerys entered his life.

"Of course, sometimes it's not enough. Sometimes a Khal feels insulted by the number of slaves he's given. He might think the men too weak or the women too ugly. Sometimes a Khal decides his riders haven't had a good fight in months and need the practice."

"Kash qoy qoyi thira disse." One of the riders shouted at a slave, beginning to whip the poor man.

Whatever the slave had done to offend the Dothraki, the twins didn't know, but the sound of the slaves' whimpering and the whip cracking against his head was enough for Daenerys to stop the mare.

"Tell them all to stop."

"You want the entire horde to stop? For how long?"
Ser Jorah asked, while the Khalasar came to a stop behind them.

"Until we command them otherwise."

"You're learning to talk like queens."

"Not queens." "Khaleesis."

Daenerys dismounted the mare and waited for Rhaenaerys to do the same, before they walked into the grass surrounding them, hearing Ser Jorah shout something in Dothraki as they continued to walk further into the stalks.

ꕥ 𐂃☀︎︎𐂃 ꕥ

The Targaryen twins had been walking through the stalks for some minutes now, coming across an opening in the shape of a circle.

Rhae sighed as she soaked in the sun's warmth.

"Have you had anymore dreams, Rhae?" Daenerys wondered as she came to stand bedside her.

"Just the one."

"The one about the dragon eggs?"

Rhae nodded, "Except last night you were holding the green egg while I held the cream one."

Daenerys opened her mouth to reply but a rustle stopped her. The sound of horse-hooves and a sword clanging against the stalks became louder as whoever it was came closer to the twins.

"You dare!" Shouted Viserys as he appeared from the stalks atop his chestnut horse.

"You two give commands to me? To me?"

Viserys jumped off his horse, stomping over to the twins with his sword directed towards them.

Rhaenaerys pushed Daenerys behind her before Viserys grabbed her throat, "You do not command the dragon. I am Lord of the Seven Kingdoms. I don't take orders from savages or their sluts. Do you hear me?" Viserys threatened as he placed his sword on Rhae's chest.

The sound of a whip cracking was the first thing that Rhae heard, next was Viserys' gasps for air. She looked towards her brother, who was on the ground with a whip around his neck. While Rhae smirked at the sight, Daenerys was slightly horrified.

"Hash shafka zali nharees, zhey khaleesi?"
Rakharo, Daenerys' bloodrider, spoke in Dothraki as he held the other end of the whip.

"Rakharo asks if you want him dead, Khaleesi."
Irri translated from beside Rakharo's horse.

"No." Daenerys said.

"Ishish chare acharoe hash me nem éjervae nharesoon."

"Rakharo say you should take ear, to teach respect." Irri once again translated Rakharo's Dothraki words to the common tongue for the Khaleesis.

"Please, please, don't hurt him." Daenerys pleaded as she looked at Rakharo. Rhae glanced at her twin, giving Daenerys a knowing look.

"Tell him I don't want my brother harmed."
Daenerys spoke in a more authoritative tone.

"Khaleesi vos zalo meme nem azisa."
Irri spoke to Rakharo in Dothraki, shrugging when Rakharo gave her a confused glance.

Rakharo realised his whip from Viserys' neck. The oldest Targaryen gasped for breath as he stood.

"Mormont! Kill these Dothraki dogs!"

Ser Jorah looked towards Rakharo then at Viserys as he defied his command.

"I am your king!"

Ser Jorah simply looked towards the Targaryen twins, "Shall we return to the Khalasar, Khaleesis?"

Rhae took Daenerys' hand as she walked over to their mare, Irri helped Daenerys onto their horse before Rhae mounted herself.

The Targaryen twins rode away with Ser Jorah beside them, Irri and Rakharo behind them.

Rhae noticed Rakharo leading Viserys' horse, but her brother wasn't on it. The youngest Targaryen smirked to herself when she realized what it meant.

ꕥ 𐂃☀︎︎𐂃 ꕥ

Not to long after the ruckus with Viserys, the Khalasar set up camp on a cliff's edge overlooking the vast sandy-and-rocky plains of Essos.

Rhaenaerys had decided to sit atop her mare while she admired the view from the cliff's edge. The breeze blew through her silver-locks as the sun accented her violet eyes, therefore they looked more lilac than violet.

Daenerys was sitting inside her tent while Irri braided her hair and taught her some Dothraki.

"At jakar?"

"Athjahakar."

"Ath ja haker."

"Athjahakar."

"Athjahakar."

"Yes, Khaleesi." Irri praised her as she continued to braid Daenerys' silver-white hair. Daenerys smiled at her hand-maidens' praise, but let out a nervous laugh when Irri placed her hand under her breast.

"Oh, what are you doing?"

"When was last time you bleed, Khaleesi?"

Daenerys' face contorted into confusion as she thought about the last time she had bled, placing a hand upon her swelling stomach.

"You change, Khaleesi. It's a blessing from the Great Stallion."

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