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Not now.
That was all he said.
He did not want to see her.
He was discarding her already.
As soon as she has done her duty to him.
More than once, Daenerys attempted to visit Drogo, but his bloodriders guarding his tent, did not let her in on Khal's orders.
She could see in their eyes, the gleam of triumph. She just knew if they had any say, they would ban her sooner. Oh, she thought, they want to fuck her, to be sure, but be held so highly by their Khal was not to their approval.
She needed to go to his tent to find out what was happening and why Drogo had been keeping Viserys in his own tent since two days ago. Her husband hadn't come out except to relieve himself or to give orders to his khalasar. It was not that she did not try to talk to him. Every time she approached him, he would dismiss her without even a simple glance. So much for the moon of his sky, she thought, feeling disappointed, first her brother turned into that weak, cruel and frightened person, now her husband breaking his promises and ignoring her .
She felt all her hard work was slipping through her hands. Her brother ruined everything for her by not dying. She had been getting free from him and now he ensnared her husband to the point that he did not even ask of their child she was carrying.
At one time, she saw him talking with his bloodriders and a smirk was on his face. They were laughing together, but when one of the khalasar got close, they got silenced as if others weren't allowed to hear what they were talking and laughing about.
She had a feeling they were talking about Viserys, of what she did not know.
To top it all, her body ached in a way she could not stand anymore and she was sure that if they started to take on their journey, she couldn't go very far atop Silver. She dreaded that the most. The shame of being unable to ride, thus being put in the cart.
She hoped she would go into labour sooner rather than later. When they already were here in the sacred town. Alas they would not stay long enough for her to give birth.
Her only assurance was Ser Jorah being at her side and assured her, Khal still loved you, Khaleesi, only your brother being a dragon complicates the matters. Even he could not hide his own admiration for him and Daenerys felt jealousy infected her veins, the same as the deadliest serpent’s poison. She must have been in his place, a dragon. What a coward, weak and cruel man has to do with being blessed by the Gods?
“Khaleesi, come and rest under the shade, the onslaught of sun heat will leave everyone sick and weak and is not good for khalakka.”
“Thank you Ser Jorah, but I wish to talk with Khal one way or another.”
“He will come in his own time, better allow him to do whatever he is doing.”
All of a sudden he looked uncomfortable and glanced elsewhere, not looking at her and nor at Drogo's tent.
He knew something and he was hiding from her. She was not a delicate petal anymore. She had the blood of dragons and could endure whatever came her way whether it was terrifying or not.
She chanced a glance at Drogo's tent, still occupied. Nobody was even allowed to come near it. Bloodriders shooed anyone away who dared to come close. For a moment she hoped the oldest of the crones would come and Daenerys would watch how these men would bend to her wills. And demanded Khalakka’s bearer be allowed to enter the tent.
She turned back at her faithful knight.
“Tell me, what is it?”
“Khaleesi,” a warning on his lips.
“No, Ser Jorah, I prefer to not be in the dark.”
She already grasped the gist of what was happening, but could not fathom how that was supposed to affect her position. Men in khalasar would fuck weaker men and such a men would considered as lower than women a step above eunuchs as firstly, they were weak for not being strong enough to defend themselves and secondly, they weren't of value for not being able to get pregnant. That did not explain why Drogo fucking her brother would turn him into a lovesick fool for Viserys as much as to disregard his Khaleesi, the one who ate a raw horse's heart without choking.
“Khal was spending his time with your brother.”
As if it is not obvious , she was tempted to snort.
“I am aware of that.”
She stretched her hands out. The unknowing was at her, frustrating her and her patience was running thin.
“He was fucking him, I have heard, he had claimed him that was probably why your brother is kept in his own tent, Khaleesi.”
So the Dothrakis are guessing as much as she.
“I thought so, but I do not understand. Wasn't that a punishment for Viserys?”
“At first it was,” he spoke carefully, “but now? not sure anymore.”
“I mean should not he be moved to be with Khal's bed-slaves?”
She wanted to see her brother's eyes when seeing his new position. He sold her to Khal and cared not a whit whether whole of Khalasar fuck her or no, even more so, if their horses fucked her too. She found that this was even better than death. Death was too sweet to him. Bed-slave? He deserved it. She did not believe herself to nurture such terrifying ideas, yet did not falter in her thinking. He had it coming.
To be sure, his surviving the crowning of melting gold and being unburnt had spreaded already to even Westeros but everyone knowing he was now a bed-slave, a slave of the said Khal that he sold his sister. It would be sweet, sweet on her lips more than any pastries.
“From what I know he should not be in that tent, being protected by Khal's bloodriders. That place only belonged to Khaleesi, especially one that proved her values…” He went silent when Drogo stepped out of his tent.
Dany thought, he is the handsomest, the tallest. But lines formed between her eyebrows when noticing he was walking with a spring in his step, as if he was so satisfied, just like when he would fuck her more than once. She did not like to compare her special place with Khal to the one now happening with him and her brother, but it was like that…
“ Everyone!” He called out and went, knowing full well, his khalasar would follow him to the end of the world.
Every man and woman, not long after, gathered before him, anticipating his announcement. There was no secret that the cart king turned unburnt was now warming their Khal's bed, and that arose questions that only him could answer.
Daenerys hid her own eagerness, letting others show that instead of her.
“ My khalasar, my people, the Great Stallion has blessed me by making a perfect Khaleesi for me .” Some turned to her with approval. She smiled, soaking in their adoration. His bloodriders were not amongst those, a mocking smirk on their faces. Their leering eyes were always on her, at the same time, measuring her. Indifference to them she waited alongside everyone. But expecting only one particular path for Viserys's fate.
“As I claimed Viserys Targaryen, he is now my second Khaleesi and after the mating ceremony before Dosh Khaleen he will stay in my tent. ”
Her smile slipped the moment he declared.