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"We are the Blood of the Dragon."

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The Great Khal's Khalasar continued to travel through the vast plains of Essos, riding over a cliff's edge that overlooked pale mountains sizzled with green grass at the tips. The sun shone brightly above the Khalasar as it soared in the middle of the sky.

The Targaryen twins rode atop their white-mare behind Khal Drogo. The Khal didn't look well as he was hunched over atop his stallion.

"My Lord... Our sun and stars... Drogo."

Daenerys tried to get the attention of Khal Drogo as she sat in front of Rhaenaerys on their mare. Khal Drogo mumbled something in Dothraki before he fell from his horse, landing roughly onto the sandy ground. The Targaryen twins dismounted their mare and ran to Khal Drogo's side immediately.

Khal Drogo asked for his horse as he laid on the ground, not fully aware of anything around him. All of the Great Khal's bloodriders surrounded them.

"He fell from his horse... A Khal who cannot ride is no Khal." Qotho spoke from atop his stallion.

"He needs to rest. We've ridden far enough today. We'll camp here." Daenerys commanded.

"Women do not give us orders. Not even a Khaleesi." Qotho defied the Khaleesi.

"We'll camp here. Tell them Khal Drogo commanded it." Rhae commanded.

"You do not command me, Khaleesi."
Qotho spat as he once again defied the Khaleesis.

"Find Mirri Maz Duur. Bring her to us."
Daenerys commanded the bloodrider.

"The witch? I'll bring you her head, Khaleesi."
Qotho retorted with a smirk.

"Bring her to us unharmed or Khal Drogo will hear you defied us." Daenerys shouted. Qotho grunted in annoyance as he kicked his stallion into a gallop, beginning his search for Mirri Maz Duur.

The Targaryen twins sat beside their Khal as they looked out into the horizon, worry for their husband etched onto their young faces.

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The Khalasar, quickly, made camp on the cliff's edge. Most of the riders flocked to the Great Khal's tent in hopes that Khal Drogo would emerge from it as he once was. Before the witch laid her hands on him.

The Targaryen twins resided inside the Khal's tent, kneeling on either side of Khal Drogo as he laid atop a cot while mumbling incoherent Dothraki words.

"Will he live, Rhae?" Daenerys' voice shook as she ran her hand through Drogo's hair. "I don't know, Dany."

"Khaleesis?"

The voice of Ser Jorah sounded from outside of the Khal's tent, seeking permission to enter.

"Come."

The aged knight entered the tent, coming to stand beside where Rhaenaerys knelt.

"He's very strong... No-No one understands how strong he is." Daenerys spoke with a determined yet shaky voice. Ser Jorah unsheathed his dagger before he knelt beside Rhae to lift the herbs that served as bandages to the Khal's wound.

The Targaryen twins looked at the festered wound with dread and sadness in their gazes.

"He will die tonight, Khaleesis."

"He can't." "We won't let him."

"Even queens don't have that power." Ser Jorah stood. "We must go. I've heard there's a port in Asshai-"

"We aren't going to leave him."
Rhae argued against the knight.

"He's already gone, Khaleesis."

"Even if-Even if he dies, why would we run? We are Khaleesis, and my-my son will be Khal after Drogo."

"This isn't Westeros where men honor blood. Here, they only honor strength. There will be fighting after Drogo dies. Whoever wins that fight will be the new Khal. He won't want any rivals. Your boy will be plucked from your breast and given to the dogs."

"We won't leave him."
Daenerys defied.

Mirri Maz Duur walked into the tent with Qotho behind her figure. The woman kneeled beside Khal Drogo. Rhae stood and made her way around to stand behind Daenerys. Mirri inspected the wound, sighing once she finished, "The wound has festered."

"You did this witch." Qotho began to unsheathe his dagger, "Stop it! We don't want her hurt." Rhae shouted at the bloodrider from behind her twin-sister. "No? You don't want her hurt? Pray we don't hurt you, too. You let this witch put her hands on our Khal." Qotho kicked Mirri after he finished speaking in his native tongue.

"Reign in your tongue. They are still your Khaleesis." Ser Jorah warned the bloodrider. "Only while the blood of my blood lives. When he dies, they are nothing." Qotho shouted.

Daenerys stood from her position, standing beside Rbae as she began to speak, "We have never been nothing. We are the blood of the dragon."

"The dragons are all dead, Khaleesi."

The Targaryen twins and Ser Jorah watched as the fuming bloodrider's fuming frame disappeared.

"I think you should wear your armor tonight, Ser."

"I think you're right." Ser Jorah agreed with Daenerys, before he exited the Khal's tent.

"You've saved me once more." Mirri spoke to the Targaryen twins. "And now you must save him." Daenerys responded. "He's beyond the healer's skills. All I can do, now, is ease his path." Mirri admitted.

"Save him and we will free you... We swear it. You must know a way... some... some magic." Rhaenaerys' voice became quieter as she mentioned magic.

Mirri lifted her gaze towards Rhae as the silver-haired beauty mentioned the use of magic. "There is a spell. Some would say death is cleaner."

Daenerys knelt beside Drogo once more, stroking his warm cheek, "Do it. Save him."

"There is a price."

"You'll have gold, whatever you want."

"It's not a matter of gold. This is bloodmagic. Only death pays for life." Mirri admitted.

"My death?" The twins whispered in sync, causing them to look at one another in sorrow.

"No. Not your deaths, Khaleesis. Bring me his horse."

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Two Dothraki walked towards the Khal's tent while they led Drogo's stallion. They sliced their daggers through the fabric of the animal-skin-tent to allow themselves and the stallion through. Rakharo and Irri walked to stand beside the Targaryen twins as the Dothraki walked the horse through the opening.

"Khaleesis, do not do this thing. Let me kill this witch." Rakharo spoke in the common tongue.

"Kill her and you kill your Khal."
Daenerys responded.

"This is bloodmagic. It is forbidden."

"We are your Khaleesis. We tell you what is forbidden." Rhae spoke to her sister's bloodrider.

Mirri approached the stallion with a dagger in her hand as blood was painted onto her face. The woman grabbed the stallion's reigns before she turned to the Targaryen twins, "Go, now."

"Take her and leave." Rakharo left the tent with Irri at the Targaryen twins command, wanting nothing to do with the forbidden magic that was about to be preformed by Mirri Maz Duur.

"You must go also, ladies. Once I begin to sing, no one must enter the tent. The dead will dance here tonight."

The twins walked towards Drogo, looking down at their husband as Daenerys spoke, "No one will enter."

Mirri Maz Duur began her incantation, bringing her dagger to the stallion's throat. Blood splattered onto the Great Khal's body as the witch slit the stallions throat. The Targaryen twins looked up at the witch, fresh blood coating their faces and upper chests.

"Bring him back to us."

The Targaryen twins exited the Khal's tent, finding that all of the Dothraki were crowded in front of them with horrified expressions upon their faces. Ser Jorah approached them, "What have you two done?"

"We have to save him."

"We could have been ten miles away from here by now on the way to Asshai. You both would have been safe."

Ser Jorah began to walk the twins away, but a demonic shriek that echoed from inside the Khal's tent stopped everyone's voices and movements.

"This must not be."

Qotho emerged from the crowd of gathered Dothraki.

"This must be." Daenerys replied, blood leaking from her cheeks and onto her Dothraki silks.

Rakharo approached Qotho from behind to stop the bloodrider, but he just slammed his elbow onto Rakharo's face, sending the man to the ground.

"No, you can't." Daenerys shouted as she approached Qotho, trying to stop him. Qotho easily shoved Daenerys to the ground. "Khaleesi!" Irri shouted with concern as she ran to the oldest-twin's side on the ground.

Rhaenaerys took Ser Jorah's sword from it's holster and stood in front of Qotho before he could move towards the Khal's tent. The Dothraki looked at the woman in either awe or distaste as they'd never seen a woman dare to challenge a Dothraki bloodrider.

"No further, horselord."

Qotho lunged towards Rhae with his arakh, who dodged his swing. He quickly spun and managed to slice Rhae's cheek. Rhae side-stepped her body when Qotho swung his arakh at her once again, the curved weapon framing her torso.

The violet-eyed Targaryen used Ser Jorah's sword to slice across Qotho's face. The bloodrider fell limply to the ground, blood pouring from his split head.

Rhae turned towards her twin, dropping the sword as she came to kneel beside Daenerys. "Are you hurt?"

"The baby... is coming."

"Fetch the mid-wives!"
Rhae shouted as she took Daenerys into her arms.

"They will not come. They say she is cursed."
Rakharo answered in the common tongue.

"They'll come or I'll have their heads."
Rhaenaerys' tone was dipped in venom as she stood with Daenerys in her arms.

"The witch, she can bring baby. I hear her say so."

Rhae turned to the tent where the demonic shrieking emitted from, getting louder by the minute.

With a determination for Daenerys' wellbeing igniting a fire of courage inside of her, Rhaenaerys Targaryen entered the Great Khal's tent where the dead danced.

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