#vezhave

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Her father had shamed her in his final moments.

Irri stood still as she and the other women from her khalasar were checked over by the men of the party that had raided them. As the daughter of their late Khal it would be common to see the other woman defending her or trying to get her away, instead she had been pushed to the front almost as an offering. While she was not his son and heir her father trying to run from the battle field left an ash taste in the mouths of the survives. Her mother had been pitched from her horse and died when she hit the ground, and Irri wished she had joined her.

The kos were the ones looking them over, and she had to endure their gropes and fondles, listening to them make jokes about what she could sound like. Irri kept her lips pressed tightly, refusing to give into them. She was the daughter of a broken Khal, her father’s body still being dragged behind the horse of another and his kos already killed or fled, but she would not shame herself by begging to be sparred.

The Khal soon made his approach, no doubt wondering why his kos were taking so long sorting through the new slaves. Irri brought herself up to her full height, hoping that if nothing else she could be taken to his Khaleesi and attend to the women and any child she might’ve borne. With her there it was a safer position then if he decided she was only fit to please the men, though she wondered if this Khal was one who desired many wives.

Maybe she could find a better place then her father could’ve offered her.

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"I'm not lookin' for any trouble," Faye threw both her hands up to either side of her head, palms facing the riders. She knew she'd been in dangerous territory but had been certain she could have slipped through unnoticed. Rather foolish now that she was looking dangerous-looking men mounted on their steeds and towering over her.

"I can offer to buy my way through or trade?" She offered.

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She could feel the tension in the muscles of his arm like a loaded crossbow ready to fire. It was foolish trying to touch him let alone restrain him but the guards weren't fans of the Dothraki, especially after their last battle. Sure they had captured some and turned them into indentured servants — a fancy word for slave in her opinion — but their spirits weren't broken. The soldiers of the Lannisters may have put muzzles and leashes on them but they failed to remove their fangs and claws.

"Best not step in," she moved her hand away from him and turned her gaze from the scene before them. Guards wrestled another Dothraki to his knees while he cursed in their native tongue. As far as she could tell he was being accused of striking another servant. It was possible but Faye had noticed the guards quickly accuse them of something.

"Can't bring attention to us," she spoke in his native tongue. It was broken but he'd at least get the gist of what she was trying to say. Or she hoped he did.

"Can't help if locked away too." Faye then motioned for him to leave with her. Watching what unfolded would only further upset both of them. Her hands curled into fists at her sides as she ignored the slurs and insults from the guards.

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Despite their name, the Nightlands weren't completely dark.

The sky above lacked any stars, looking instead like the sky in the mortal realm did in the very early moments of dawn, when the sun had yet to breach the horizon, but its warmth was already beginning to chase the darkness away, turning everything a dark shade of blue. Thick mist clung to the ground, keeping the grass that grew so tall it reached a horse's knees moist and vividly green.

The Khal's steed became anxious all of a sudden.

It slowed to an unprompted halt, the bloodriders that accompanied Drogo continuing ahead without him, getting lost in the mist, as the stallion paced anxiously.

From the same mist that his bloodriders had disappeared into emerged a white mare with amethyst eyes and, on its back, Daenerys Targaryen. The Khaleesi, taken from the land of the living too soon, yet looking older than he had the last time she had seen Drogo. After all, it had been seven years and, while she remained just as beautiful as the day she lost him, the years hadn't been kind to her.

She didn't say anything, merely had her mare trot in a wide circle around Drogo's own horse, just out of the Khal's reach. On her lips, a sad smile– yet, in her eyes, a look of relief.

"Who'd have thought..." she finally spoke. "The witch didn't lie."

Daenerys let the mare make another circle around Drogo. Then, with a kick to its sides, had her pale mount take off uphill. At full speed. With seemingly no intention of slowing down one reaching the top— because she truly didn't have that intention. Midair, rider and mare became one, merged into something larger, winged, a dragon as pale as both had been, which took up into the sky.

Now, a foal waited atop the hill. Its coat black, with the same amethyst eyes of Daenerys, and equally dark wings as hairless as those of a bat. A dragon's wings.

The white dragon flew above, circling around the hill like a vulture, but lacking any of the threatening aura of one. The foal whinnied, paced, stood on its hind legs and flapped its wings. It was fruitless. It was too young to join its mother. Eventually, the white dragon flew away, disappearing in the distance without its child.

As she parted, a thick layer of snow replaced the moist and green grass. Equally as tall, threatening to swallow the foal whole.

A soft, oddly warm breeze reached the Khal, carrying the voice of his late wife. "Protect our son."

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Certain parts of Essos were not that different from Dorne. The deeper they went, the more vegetation could be spotted. Tall grass and skinny but multi-limbed trees whose leaves clung to the drying branches with the desperation of a tick to a mangy dog's back.

It had been her uncle Doran's idea to marry her off across the sea, over 300 miles from home. It seemed to Tyene that for all her dearest uncle claimed that she still had his love, he hadn't ever forgiven her for the things that had transpired in her and Adrianne's youth.

Tyene found it quite unfair. She had been there when Arianne nearly lost her maidenhead to Andrey Dalt, quite literally holding his cock. There was no denying her involvement, but it had not been her idea. In fact, Andrey had only ever had eyes for Arianne. And it would rain in the seven hells before Arianne didn't share one of her 'toys' with her most beloved cousin. Besides, if it weren't for her soft hand bringing Andrey to premature completion, the scandal would have been far greater. So Tyene did her dear uncle a favor by being there.

Then, when it came to both girls fleeing from Dorne towards house Tyrell's land... well, that WAS Tyene's idea, true. But she failed to see how house Martell could have possibly NOT benefitted from Arianne marrying Willas Tyrell.

Ironic, given that now Tyene was the one being escorted away towards a marriage.

Oberyn Martell was a man who liked keeping is family close. But he was not blind to the consequences of his victory against the mountain. No matter what or who fought for Tyrion, the queen of Westeros would never cease to resent the brother that she considered a monster, and anyone who favored Tyrion would fall in the same hateful sack.

A war was brewing in the shadows. New alliances were needed.

And so that brought them to Essos.

Coming across the Khalasar was a complete accident. A fortunate one, as it turned out that the Dothraki, for all the unflattering stories that accompanied every mention of their name, were quite easy to convince with the promise of an amount of gold and sand steeds to pay for their trouble at the end of the journey. Oberyn had a way of negotiating that many lords across the seven kingdoms envied, and he had his eyes on ensuring the safety of his people.

Tyene, on the other hand, had her eyes on the broad back of the Khal.

One of her father's knights spoke some of the Dothraki's tongue, enough for Tyene to ride by him, ask some questions, and learn enough in the two hours following the beginning of this unpredictable alliance to feel confident as she rode ahead, too fast and sudden for her father to stop her, past the Khal's riders, until she reached the Khal's side.

"You have a beautiful horse," she spoke in the dothraki tongue, having practiced the pronunciation, though her Dornish accent remained. "My name is Tyene."

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@vezhave → ❝ so is that a ‘no’ to solving this with murder…? ❞ (accepting, if you can find it)

she does a double take, because she could've sworn she left him further back and told him to stay there. they really have to work on this. it isn't even the first time. not to mention, she has no actual clue why he's still tagging along like he owes her some debt. she saved his life, and what was the reward? a 6'4 shadow; one with an apparent murder streak.

"that's a little extreme. no. no murder." yeah, barb, because you feel like you've killed enough people in your life. he doesn't know that because she doesn't tell everyone her life story. just enough of it to paint a picture that she may not be the best person on the planet. "unless they get squirrely. if they do that, a little murder. or the threat of it? i haven't decided yet, but we're gonna try and keep this in the no murder category."

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It was getting annoying now having to always have that giant of a man following her around. Daenerys couldn't so much as look at a noble without him lurking just behind her and scaring all of the young lords away. She wanted to be mad at him about it, but over the years they had grown a bit of a bond. They understood one another as two dangerous creatures stuck in this gilded cage together that the Lannisters owned. She was the last of the dragons now after Viserys had passed away from a strange illness last year and it got lonely at times not having him to lean on so she started to lean on Drogo more.

His common had been improving so they were able to actually converse with one another now. At least this new lordling he scared off she actually wanted him to get rid of. The princess turned towards him now with the lordling running off down the hall. "How much does Lord Tywin pay you to scare off every suitor I speak to?" Her tone isn't one that is sharp or angry just curious as she puts her hands on her hips. "I'm starting to think it must be nearly enough to buy your freedom by now."

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adriel would not presume to fully understand the rituals and order of the dothraki. they did not share a tongue nor customs, but she had had to learn to adapt in order to best protect daenerys. she had made an effort to learn the dothraki tongue, and she was already a skilled rider before they had come here. she was never quite sure where she stood with the dothraki, but especially the khal. she hoped he saw her the way she saw him, an ally who hopefully shared a mutual interest.

she rode up to the khal from where she had been towards the end of the processional of his dothraki and past daenerys. when she spoke, adriel spoke slowly while she worked out the proper way to phrase what she had to say in the dothraki tongue. "khal, i worry we are being followed. you know this land best, are there bad people in this area we should worry about?"

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