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"The Dragon feeds on horse and lamb alike."

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Smoke and screams filled the atmosphere of a small town as the Great Khal's Khalasar sacked it.

The Dothraki pulled the statues down with rope and watched the stone crumble as it collapsed onto the ground. The riders were finishing off the men, taking the women and children as their slaves. The mid-wives of the Khalasar looted the houses and bodies.

The Targaryen twins dismounted their mare, giving it's reigns to a Dothraki rider, before they walked throughout the town. Doreah, Irri, and Rakharo followed behind the twins as Ser Jorah paced alongside them.

Rhaenaerys glanced towards a pair children that were tied to a post, needing to quickly avert her gaze before any form of guilt could consume her.

"What did they do?"
Daenerys questioned, concern lacing her expression.

"Lamb men make good slaves. Khal Drogo will make a gift of them to the slavers, and the slavers will give us gold." Rakharo explained.

"I thought the Dothraki didn't believe in money?"
Daenerys looked at Ser Jorah for an answer.

"Gold to hire ships, Princess. Ships to sail to Westeros." Ser Jorah answered as he continued to walk alongside the Targaryen twins.

The group came across an overcrowded-pen, filled with women. The women sobbed as the Dothraki mounted them. The wailing of the women bothered the twins as they put themselves in their position.

"Jorah, make them stop."
Daenerys spoke with determination.

"Khaleesi?"

"You heard my sister." Rhae hissed, both of them wanting the suffering of the women to stop.

"These men have shed blood for their Khal. Now they claim their reward." Ser Jorah reasoned.

"She is a lamb girl, Khaleesis. The riders do her honor. If her wailing offends the Khaleesis, I will bring you her tongue." Rakharo spoke.

"Princesses, you have gentle hearts, but this is how it's always been." Ser Jorah stated.

"We do not have gentle hearts, Ser. Do as we command or Khal Drogo will hear why." Daenerys commanded.

Ser Jorah, Rakharo, along with the Dothraki riders following the Khaleesis, made their way towards the pen. Ser Jorah took one of the ladies in his arms and walked her over to the twins, while the Dothraki broke out into fights as Rakharo released the women.

"What do you want done with them?"
Ser Jorah asked as he approached the twins.

"Bring her to us. And those women there."
Daenerys answered as she pointed to the pen.

"You cannot claim them all, Princesses."

"We can." "And we will."

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The Targaryen twins walked up the cracked steps of the temple in the small town, as they got closer to the top they began to hear their husband talking with one of his riders in Dothraki. Walking through an archway, the twins approached their husband, who was sitting upon a golden-metal-table with the statue of a horned-goat behind him. The Khal leaned on his arakh, while flies buzzed around a pile of heads beside him.

Khal Drogo noticed his wives approach him, beginning to speak to them in his native language, "Moons of my life, Mago says you have taken his spoils, a daughter of a lamb who was his to mount. Tell me the truth of this."

"Mago speaks the truth, our sun and stars. We have claimed many daughters this day, so they cannot be mounted." Daenerys answered.

"This is the way of war. These women are slaves now... to do with as we please."

Rhae stepped forward, "It pleases us to keep them safe. If your riders would mount them, let them take them for wives."

"Does the horse mate with the lamb?"
Qotho, one of Khal Drogo's bloodriders, asked.

"The dragon feeds on horse and lamb alike." Rhae spoke, earning a smirk from Khal Drogo.

"You are foreigners. You do not command me." The Dothraki rider, Mago, spat.

"We are Khaleesis. We do command you." Daenerys stated with confidence. Khal Drogo snickered, causing Mago's gaze to shift him. "See how fierce she grows? That is my son inside her, the Stallion that will mount the world, filling her with his fire." Khal Drogo proudly looked towards his wives before he averted his gaze to Mago once more, "I will hear no more. Mago, find somewhere else to stick your cock."

Mago spat on the ground near the Great Khal's feet, "A Khal who takes orders from foreigner whores is no Khal."

Ser Jorah pulled the Targaryen twins away from the Dothraki as Mago lifted his arakh towards the Great Khal. Qotho went to kill Mago, but a grunt from his Khal had the bloodrider returning to his place beside the statue that served as Khal Drogo's throne.

"I will not have your body burned. I will not give you that honor."

The Great Khal stood from his place, dropping his arakh as he made his way towards Mago. The rider lifted his arakh, the curved weapon landing on the Khal's chest. He didn't even wince as he pushed the weapon deeper into his perfectly-tanned skin.

"The beetles will feed on your eyes. The worms will crawl through your lungs."

Mago swung his arakh in circles, aiming for the Khal, but he dodged every swing made towards him.

"The rain will fall on your rotting skin..." Khal Drogo unlatched his two daggers from his belt, turning towards Mago before he let them fall to the ground with a clank. "Until nothing is left of you but bones."

Mago continued his circular swings of his arakh towards Khal Drogo, and the Khal continued to dodge.

"First you have to kill me."
Mago spoke.

The rounded weapon lodged itself around Khal Drogo's torso. The Targaryen twins sharply gasped in fear for their husband's life as they could only watch as the two battled one another.

"I already have."
Khal Drogo smirked.

The Great Khal grabbed the handle of Mago's arakh and swung it towards him, the steel deeply cut through the skin on Mago's throat. Blood spluttered onto Khal Drogo's face as he placed his hands on Mago's throat and proceeded to rip his tongue from his mouth.

Mago's body fell limp to the ground as Khal Drogo walked towards his throne, throwing the tongue onto the pile of heads as he sat down. The Targaryen twins ran to their husband and kneeled in front of him.

"Our sun and stars is wounded."
Daenerys' tone was laced in concern.

"A scratch, moons of my life."
Khal Drogo assured.

"Where are the healers?" Daenerys frantically shouted as she turned towards the crowd behind her, worry for her husband etched onto her face.

"This is the bite of a fly."
Khal Drogo, once again, reassured his worrying wife.

"I can help the great rider with his cut."
A woman from the crowd spoke up. She had messy brunette hair with black paint around her eyes, as she clutched a worn down blanket close to her body.

The woman made to move forward but Qotho stopped her by placing his arakh in front of her. "The Khal needs no help from slaves who lie with sheep."

"She is ours. Let her speak."
Rhae hissed at the bloodrider.

"Thank you, silver lady." The woman walked forward, worryingly glancing at Qotho as she approached them, but was stopped short once again by the bloodrider.

"Who are you?" Daenerys asked the woman.

"I am named Mirri Maz Duur. I was the godswife of this temple." The lady answered.

"Witch." Qotho spat at Mirri Maz Duur's feet.

"My mother was godswife here before me. She taught me how to make healing smokes and ointments. All men are of one flock, so my people believe. The Great Shepherd sent me to earth to heal his-" The woman's words were interrupted as Qotho smacked her. "Too many words. A witch's words poison the ears."

"Lamb or lion, his wound must be washed and sewn or it will fester." Mirri Maz Duur continued.

Daenerys looked up at her husband, "Let her clean your wound, our sun and stars. It makes us hurt to see you bleed."

Khal Drogo looked between his two wives, thinking deeply about what would happen if he let the woman treat him before he nodded towards Mirri Maz Duur. The Targaryen twins stood to the side as the woman began to inspect the Great Khal's wound.

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