the princess that was promised

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    khal drogo



    Drogo simply sat there and watched her for a while. His long heavy braid coiled in the dirt beside him. He pulled it over his right shoulder and began to remove the bells from his hair, one by one. After a moment, Teyla leaned forward to help. When they were done, Drogo gestured. He wanted her help with unbraiding his hair. She seemed to understand because she slowly, carefully, began to undo his braid.

    It took a long time and during it Drogo watched her more. He was almost glad that they did not speak the same language because it gave them a chance to sit in silence and enjoy each other's company. So he sat there, alone with his thoughts, as her deft fingers moved through his hair.

    When she was finished, he shook his head and his hair spread out behind him like a river of darkness; oiled and gleaming. He sat there silently, watching her stare at his thick black hair. He almost smiled.

    Then it was his turn. He moved forward and began to undress her. His fingers were deft and he made sure his movements were tender. He removed her dress carefully. She sat unmoving, silent, looking at his eyes. Then, before he could bare her small breasts, she moved to cover herself. His wife averted her eyes and tears formed in them.

    "No."

    Drogo pulled her hands away and, gently but firmly, lifted her face again to make her look at him.

    "No." He said the word with force, but not harshly.

    He did not understand. She was beautiful and yet she did not want to bare her skin to him. Then he noticed the bruises once more. The male reached out with his rough fingers and traced one on her collarbone. Her body was covered in them - a garden of blooming colors.

    He stood her up then and pulled her close to him. He placed his hands firmly on her hips and gazed tenderly down at her. Her dress was slipping off of her shoulders and when she moved it glistened.

    The night air was chilly, but he felt warm as he held her close. He could feel her soft pants on his chest as he looked at her. He could not speak to her because she did not understand him, so he tried to convey his message with his eyes. She was beautiful, she was special, and he would protect her. She was his wife now. He would live and die for her.








    seventeen | house stormborn | true princess of the iron throne | married to khal drogo



    Teyla smiled softly when he watched her with a soft gaze. For now, they would have to rely on their eyes to speak for them. At least until she learned to speak Dothraki. Her bright gaze watched him softly as he moved to remove the bells from his long braid. She watched him closely, wondering what he was thinking. She blinked, studying his features. Most would find him brutish and leave it at that. But she found him beautiful. His hair was longer than her own and was as dark as a raven's feathers. His skin was cooper and painted with a vibrant blue, war paint she assumed. His eyes were so deep and so many dimensions of colors, it was hard for her to pinpoint which one was the main color. She reached forward with delicate hands and began to remove the bells from his hair. She was gentle with her touch, not wanting to hurt him. Even if she just accidentally pulled his hair. She pulled the last bell from his hair, setting it down in the small pile beside them. She then met Drogo's eyes as he stared into hers. He seemed to be studying her, taking in every detail of her face. She smiled softly and a gentle blush rose to her porcelain cheeks. He motioned for her to help him unbraid her hair and she smiled delicately at her new husband. Her own red curls had been pulled from their updo by her husband a few moments ago and she enjoyed the feeling of her hair against her back. She moved her fingers in a delicate way, as if she was sewing a dress. Her fingers were dainty and gentle, almost in a motherly way. She focused her bright gaze on his braid as she wove her hands through his hair the way she did. She was finished unbraiding his hair and she leaned back gently, smiling delicately at her new husband. He shook out his hair and she watched his hair glisten in the moonlight, awe in her eyes. And then he leaned forward, reaching out toward her dress. She felt the panic rise in her and the grotesque memories from the night before flooded her mind. She sat very still, afraid of what her brother might do if he found out she didn't obey her husband. He untied her dress and it began to fall from her body. She let out a soft cry, averting her gaze. Tears welled in her eyes as her body shook with fear. She moved quickly to cover her breasts, panting softly.


    Drogo pulled her hands from her chest and she let out a soft sob, her head falling. She knew it would be a repeat of the night before. She could see the blood. She could feel the pain already. She began to pant softly, shaking her head. He spoke no when he had removed her hands. And then he put a finger under her chin and lifted her gaze to meet his once more. She cried, the pain and fear clear in her bright eyes. She shook, feeling the panic rise in her body. He spoke no once more and she whimpered, her lips quivering. When he reached forward and gently traced the bruise on her collarbone, she couldn't help but to wince and cower. And suddenly, the Khal pulled her to her feet. She gasped loudly and before she could speak, she was in his arms. She panted against his chest, a frown on her brow. Why was he embracing her like this? Was this a hug? It felt too foreign to her. She had never been shown love, not that she could remember. Not by a man. Her father had turned cruel after he went mad and the only other man who had been in her life as a constant had been Adan. She felt his hands on her hips and she looked up at her new husband, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she tried to understand why he was being gentle with her. She was nothing, she was no one. She was disposable, just a pawn that could allow her brother to take back Westeros. She gulped as she stared up at her husband, unsure of what he would do next.


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    ser vidar harald mormont


    The next morning, when Drogo and Teyla rode into camp, he could already tell that he had bed her and roughly. He wondered if she had felt pleasure or only pain. As she dismounted her horse with the help of her husband, she walked on shaking legs. He decided the latter.

    Shortly after they had eaten their fill and washed themselves, they mounted their horses once more and rode on. Vidar mounted his own horse, a mare as silver as smoke, and rode next to Teyla.

    Khal Drogo took his place in the front, leading his men forward, while Teyla and Vidar traveled a distance behind. She was tired and weak, so they rode at a more sluggish pace and did not keep the same speed as some of the others.

    Vidar did not speak as he was not sure what there was to talk about. Until, finally, they reached Dothraki lands. Teyla stopped to stare in wonder at what was below them.

    "The Dothraki sea." Vidar said as he reined to a halt beside her on the top of the ridge.

    Beneath them, the plain stretched out immense and empty - a vast flat expanse that reached to the distant horizon and beyond. It almost was a sea, as past there there were no hills nor mountains nor trees nor cities nor roads. Only the endless rich green grasses, the tall blades rippling like waves when the winds blew.

    "It is green now, but you ought to see it when it blooms. All dark red flowers from horizon to horizon, like a sea of blood." Vidar told her as she watched the sea of grass and he watched her. "Come dry season, the world will turn the color of old bronze. And this is only hranna, khaleesi. There are a hundred kinds of grasses out there. Grasses as yellow as lemon and dark as indigo, blue grasses and orange grasses and grasses that shine like rainbows."

    His horse shifted weight, not liking to stand still for so long. The rest of the khalasar had stopped to rest for a moment, but they would carry on and move down the ridge soon.

    "Down in the Shadow Lands beyond Asshai, they say there are oceans of ghost grass, taller than a man on horseback with stalks as pale as milkglass. It murders all other grass and glows in the dark with the spirits of the damned. The Dothraki claim that someday ghost grass will cover the entire world and then all life will end."

    He saw Teyla shiver at his words, so he quickly added, "It is beautiful out here, though. Let us not think about it dying."

    Bowing his head respectfully, but turned when he heard the sound of voices behind him. The rest of the party had begun to ride up the ridge below them. Her handmaidens came to ride behind Teyla and the young archers of her khas beside them. The fair-haired one was watching Teyla intensely, but when she noticed Vidar watching her, she pretended to be having trouble with the stirrups and shifted on her flat saddle.

    Then the complaints of Adan reached his ears. He looked miserable, though he often did back in the safe walls of Pentos as well. Vidar that he ought never to have come. He had heard Clancy urge him to stay and wait, offering more of his hospitality, but the young king would hear none of it. Adan told him he would stay with Drogo until the debt had been paid and until he had the crown that was promised. He told him that if Drogo tried to cheat him then he would learn the same sorrow as those who have woken the dragon before him. As Adan made his vow, Clancy watched him lay a hand on his borrowed sword and fume with anger. He blinked before wishing him good fortune. Now Adan was sitting atop his horse and complaining about every little thing.

    Vidar sighed, not wanting to hear him whine. The day was too perfect. The sky was a deep blue and high above a hunting hawk circled. The grass sea swayed and sighed with each breath of wind. The air was warm on his face and he felt at peace. Until Adan's whining spoiled it. This caused him to frown.

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    seventeen | house stormborn | true princess of the iron throne | married to khal drogo



    Teyla rode into camp the following morning, her body sore and aching. She winced as her husband helped her off of her horse. She went to their tent for a moment to wash up and clean out her red hair from the dirt and grass from the night before. Teyla looked in the mirror as she moved her fingers delicately, pulling her hair into a simple braid. It looked effortless and beautiful. She smiled softly at her reflection before slipping off her wedding gown. She kicked off her heels and sighed, allowing her ladies to assist in dressing her. They eyes the bruises with worry but did not say anything. They knew better. Her ladies finished getting her dressed before delicately placing a few wildflowers in her hair, which made Teyla smile. She admired the flowers in the mirror before her ladies helped her into her boots. She knew they would be riding for quite some time today and Teyla was not accustomed to riding. She knew by the end of today, she would have blisters on her hands. And her thighs would be sore, more sore than they were now. She blinked as her ladies helped guide her out of the tent as the Dothraki began to get ready to leave. She climbed on her horse once more with the help of her husband, her delicate hands gripping the reins. She looked down as one of her ladies offered her a small loaf of bread and she gladly accepted. She ate the bread and then they were off. Teyla's body was sore and weak so she decided to let her horse move slower than the others. She didn't have the energy to keep up with the rest of the Khalasar. She blinked, watching the scenery change more the longer they rode. Vidar rode in silence beside her and seemed to notice her lagid pace. She appreciated that he stayed by her side to keep her company, even if they were riding in silence.


    Teyla thought of the night before. She could tell on Drogo's face that he would be afraid to touch her like that again. She wished that wasn't true. She knew she would have enjoyed the night before if Adan hadn't hurt so terribly before her wedding night. Teyla clenched her jaw, silently cursing her brother for doing such a thing. She had had a connection with Drogo in that moment and Adan's actions had ruined that. Teyla inhaled deeply, pushing away her thoughts as they reached the Dothraki lands. She looked around in wonder, a small smile on her lips. She admired the beauty silently, gently pulling her horse to a stop. She blinked as her bright gaze scanned over the lands. Then, Vidar spoke up beside her and she turned her head to face him. This was the Dothraki Sea? She giggled softly. She thought it odd since she had genuinely thought the Dothraki Sea was well... a Sea. She was wrong. She then turned her gaze to the grasslands once more, a soft sigh falling from her lips. She listened to Vidar's words attentively as he explained the colors that the sea could have. She smiled warmly, her bright eyes sparkling in the sun's light. She imagined how beautiful all of that must be when they are in bloom. She wished to see in one day, to take in its splendor. She blinked, her attention turning back to Vidar. He spoke of the Shadow Lands of Asshai and she looked at him curiously. Though, when he spoke of how the Dothraki thought the end of the world would happen, she shivered at the thought. Vidar seemed to sense her discomfort and moved on. When he bowed his head, she turned her gaze back to the Dothraki Sea. She smiled softly. She imagined how much more beautiful she would find the grasslands when she saw her children playing in them. She felt her heart flutter at the thought and she looked ahead. She saw her husband in the distance and she smiled softly at the sight of him. He was a gentle man, at least with her. And for a girl who had only known cruelty and pain, she wished for nothing more.


    Teyla looked to the sky as she saw a hunting hawk. She blinked, amazed by the beauty all around them. She halted her antsy horse and looked over at Vidar. She decided she wanted to explore the grasslands, to bask in their beauty. She might not get another chance to do so. "Tell them all to stop." Teyla spoke with a calmness in her tone, her bright eyes looking to Vidar's. He asked her if she wanted the entire horde to stop and for how long. Teyla sighed and climbed down off of her horse, one of he slaves grabbing the reins for her. "Until I tell them otherwise." Teyla spoke, confidence in her voice this time. Vidar smiled down at her as he told her she was learning how to talk like a Queen. She smiled up at her dear friend and shook her head. "Not a Queen, a Khalessi." Teyla spoke and then watched as Vidar's eyes sparkled with a proud look. She smiled softly before walking into the tall grass, pushing her way through. She sighed, rubbing her sore hands. She came across a clearing in the grass within a few moments and she brushed her braid over her shoulder.


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    adan lorin stormborn


    Adan was watching his sister and Ser Vidar smiled at each other. Ser Vidar was a handsome young man and he did not like the way he was smiling at the woman he considered his.

    Vidar looked at her proudly as she told the horde to stop on her command. He told her she spoke like a true queen, but she corrected him and said that she was a khaleesi. He scoffed at her words as she dismounted her horse.

    Watching his sister melt into the tall grass, Adan swore under his breath and wheeled his horse around. He chased after her, though the ridge was steep and rocky. Saddle sores opened on his bottom, hideous and bloody. His thighs were chafed raw, his hands blistered from the reins, the muscles of his legs and back so wracked with pain he could scarcely sit. And yet he felt such fury that none of it seemed to bother him as he rode on.

    At the bottom of the ridge, the grasses rose above him, tall and supple, as he followed after his sister. He slowed to a trot as he rode out into the plain and searched for her. The green seemed to swallow him up as he rode on. The air was rich with the scents of earth and grass, mixed with the smell of horseflesh and sweat. Dothraki smells. He curled his lip at the stench, not belonging there.

    Then he saw her, near a creek bed, with her toes curling in the black soil and her boots beside her. Without a warning, Adan came upon her as sudden as a summer storm. His horse reared beneath him as he reined up too hard.

    "You dare!" He screamed at her. "You give commands to me? To me?"

    He vaulted off the horse, stumbling as he landed painfully. His face was flushed as he struggled back to his feet. He grabbed her and shook her.

    "Have you forgotten who you are? Look at you. Look at you!"

    He looked her up and down - at her bare feet, her oiled and braided hair, wearing one of the dresses she had been given as a bride gift. She looked like she belonged there while he was soiled and stained in city silks.

    He was still screaming. "You do not command the dragon. Do you understand? I am the Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, I will not hear orders from some horselord's slut, do you hear me?"

    His hand moved under her top and touched her breast - his fingers digging painfully into her tissue. "Do you hear me?"

    Then she shoved him away, hard.

    Adan stared at her, his teal eyes incredulous. She had never defied him. Never fought back. Rage twisted his features and so he decided to hurt her badly. He lifted his hand to hit her-

    Crack.

    The whip made a sound like thunder. The coil took Adan around the throat and yanked him backward. He went sprawling in the grass, stunned and choking. The Dothraki riders hooted at him as he struggled to free himself. The one with the whip, young Arne, rasped a question in his native tongue.

    Then Bedelia was there, gracefully moving through the grass and entering the clearing.

    "Arne asked if you want him dead, Khaleesi."

    As she told him no, Ser Vidar appeared out of the tall stalks. He heard Arne speak again, commenting to another and laughing.

    "Arne thinks you should teach him respect." It was Vidar who translated this time.

    Adan was on his knees, his fingers digging under the leather coils, crying incoherently, struggling for breath. The whip was tight around his windpipe and there was fear in his eyes.







    seventeen | house stormborn | true princess of the iron throne | married to khal drogo



    Teyla had moved through the clearing and came across a small creek. She smiled softly at the sight and jogged up to it, slipping off her boots. She let her boots rest in the soil beside her and she dipped her toes in the cold water. She shivered at the temperature and then giggled, her aura bright and warm. And then suddenly, her happiness was yanked from her. Her brother came storming in, like thunder. She jumped back as his horse reared back her bright eyes wide with fear. He screamed at her, that she would dare give him commands. She panted, her chest rising and falling quickly as the panic began to rack through her body like an illness would. She felt weak suddenly and her fear of her brother and his abuse made her vision blurry. He threw himself from his horse haphazardly and she quickly took a few steps back, beginning to panic more. She cried out in pain as he grabbed her shoulders and shook her, like a frustrated mother would do to a child she did not love. She grunted, her head spinning from the violent shaking. She looked up at him with wide eyes, her blue-green eyes wide with fear. She winced with each scream and she expected the worse. She heard him call her Drogo's slut and her eyes narrowed. She did not like that. She may fear her brother but a fire inside of her began to wake. She felt him reach under her top and roughly grip her breast. she knew it would result in more bruises. She cried out in pain and grunted, shoving her brother off of her. She panted heavily, a fire in her bright eyes. She felt her heart beat thunder against her chest as her brother stumbled back. And then he came back with a vengeance. e raised his hand to her, to strike her. Teyla whimpered, wincing as she prepared herself for the hit.


    But before he could, a crack ripped violently through the air. She looked up with wide eyes as she saw Arne wrap his whip around her brother's neck. She gasped loudly, her eyes filled with worry. She moved to rush to her choking brother but then she remembered how harsh he had been just moments before. Tears welled in her eyes as she watched her brother struggle and her chest rose and fell quickly. Her gaze lifted as one of her servants, Bedelia, translated Arne's words for her. She shook her head quickly as she heard that he had asked if she wanted her brother dead. "No, no. Do not harm him!" Teyla said quickly and then her pleading eyes looked to Vidar as he entered the clearing. Teyla swallowed thickly when he translated Arne's words. "No, release him now." Teyla commanded, her bright eyes looking up at the man who had saved her from her brother's wrath. She exhaled slowly and brushed her braid over her shoulder and looked at her brother as he was released. He choked and gasped and cursed and Teyla clenched her jaw, a fire in her eyes. She looked up at Vidar with tears in her eyes. She winced slightly, her chest throbbing in pain from his rough hands. "Take his horse from him. He will walk." Teyla spoke with a bitterness in her tone. She stepped past her brother and back through the grass, heading back to the main path. She looked behind her as her people followed her and she blinked, not used to actual power. She came back onto the main road and climbed onto her horse, with the help of Vidar. She pulled on her horses reins and clicked her tongue, urging the Khalasar to keep moving. She looked forward with a fire in her eyes.


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    ser vidar harald mormont


    Vidar watched as Arne pulled on the whip at his khaleesi's command, yanking the man around like a puppet on a string. He went sprawling again, freed from the leather embrace. There was a thin line of blood under his chin where the whip had cut deep. He laid on the ground, sucking in air noisily as it seemed to escape him, red-faced and sobbing. He was a pitiful thing. He wondered why Teyla hadn't seen that before now, why she had feared him. If anything, she was the true dragon.

    When she told the men to take his horse, Adan gaped at her. He could not believe what he was hearing and Vidar could not believe what she was saying. Yet the words came and rang like a high-pitched bell around them.

    "No!" Adan had screamed before turning to plead to Vidar. "Hit her, Mormont. Hurt her. Your king commands it. Kill these Dothraki dogs and teach her."

    The exile knight looked to Teyla, barefoot, with dirt between her toes and oil in her hair. Then he looked to Adan with his silks and steel. There was a decision on his face.

    "He shall walk, Khaleesi." He then took her brother's horse by the reins and led it back. The Dothraki followed behind the pair. He could see that Teyla had learned she was powerful and he felt pride in her.

    Adan gaped after them and sat down in the dirt. He kept his silence, but he would not move and his eyes were full of poison as they walked away.

    "He will find his way back, do not worry." Ser Vidar told her as he remounted his own horse and handed off the other to one of the Dothraki. "Even a man as blind as your brother should be able to follow our trail."

    As they rode on, Vidar thought of how among the Dothraki, the man who does not ride was no man at all, the lowest of the low, without honor or pride. Adan was a proud man and he knew he was ashamed.

    He noticed the worry in her eyes still and mistook it for worrying over her brother's safety. "If he cannot find the khalasar, the khalasar will most surely find him. It is hard to drown in the Dothraki sea, Khaleesi."

    By this, he meant that the khalasar was like a city on the march, but it did not march blindly. Always scouts ranged far ahead of the main column, alert for any sign of game or prey or enemies, while the outriders guarded their flanks. They missed nothing. Not here, in this land, the place where they had come from. These plains were apart of them.

    Though there was still worry in her eyes, so he slowed his pace and turned to her. "What is it?"






    seventeen | house stormborn | true princess of the iron throne | married to khal drogo



    Teyla rode her horse as she got the Khalasar to move once more. She blinked, staring forward. Her loose hair blew gently in the breeze. She clenched her jaw, her bright eyes filled with worry as she rode. She imagined how terrible her punishment would be from Adan if he got her alone. She had never fought against him before, or even dared to take something from him. He was the Dragon. Why had she done such a thing? She gulped, the fear rising in her eyes as she rode on. She turned her head to the side as she heard Vidar spoke. He spoke about how her brother would not drown in the Dothraki Sea and she lifted her chin, trying her best to remain strong. Her heart throbbed against her chest as the fear rose in her body like a fever. Her chest rose and fell quickly as she kept a tight grip on her horse's reins but still remained gentle with her commands. She knew this horse meant a great deal to her already. She still thought of the different names she could name her horse and knew how important a horse was to the Dothraki. She gulped and brushed some loose curls behind her ears. She felt the tears well in her eyes as Vidar increased his speed, keeping pace beside her as he asked what was wrong. She laughed softly and shook her head, trying to swallow the tears down. "I've never stood up to my brother before." Teyla admitted. She blinked as she stared forward. "All my life, I stayed silent as he abused me. I let him do what he wanted, all out of fear of things being worse if I fought back. He is my older brother, the true heir to the Iron Throne. Me? I'm just a pawn and a toy for him to play with and abuse when he got tired of his whores." Teyla spoke with venom, as if it left a bitter taste in her mouth. She sniffled and shook her head, looking out to the grass lands. She shakily exhaled.


    "And now I have fought back. I fear for what horrors await me when he finds me alone. The bruises will be the least of my worries." Teyla spoke as her voice broke. She shook her head as a tear ran down her cheek. She inhaled deeply and glanced back at Vidar. "My brother will kill me one day. I am the only threat to his throne. He doesn't love me. He may have loved me once upon a time but once we fled Westeros, he's looked at me with this bitterness. Like I am to blame for our family's massacre." Teyla scoffed and shook her head. She sniffled and sighed, wiping her tears. She clenched her jaw hard and stared forward once more. She was obviously upset and did not know her own strength. She panted softly before kicking her horses sides gently, urging her to go faster. She pushed through the Khalasar like a graceful swan and brought her horse to a trot. She wished to run, to run through the grass lands and never see her brother's face again. She inhaled shakily as she came a few feet within her husband, halting her horse to a soft stride. She glanced to her side, seeing Vidar catch up with her.


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    ser vidar harald mormont


    Vidar heard her answer with a small frown. He had heard ugly rumors of what her brother would do to her, but he hadn't fully believed them until now. When she confirmed it, he felt his blood boil with anger for what she had to endure for so many years. He saw the way she shivered and he decided that Adan was no dragon. He was less than she shadow of a snake.

    Then Teyla kicked her horse's sides and she took off. The way she rode had become graceful, but also strong, as he assumed her slave girl Aine had taught her. He had seen her giving the khaleesi tips throughout their journey, as she was supposed to.

    Vidar sent his horse off after her, wading through the tall grass and catching up to her side. Khal Drogo trailed in the front, slightly ahead of them. He did not look at Teyla, did not speak to her. He was often silent when he was riding, he had noticed.

    "I know that I sold your brother my sword, but I no longer wish to serve him." His words were bitter and his own bluntness startled him. "He sees himself as the true king, but do you want to see him on the throne?"

    He watched her shake her head slightly and he nodded. "He would not be a very good king. There have been worse, but not many."

    Khal Drogo gave his heels to his horse and started to speed up. They must have been nearing a place to camp. Vidar and Teyla sped up as well, keeping pace beside each other. After a while, their speed tapered off a bit and he was able to speak again.

    "Forgive me for being blunt, khaleesi. But you have always been told the common people are waiting for him, for their true king. Clancy told you they are sewing dragon banners and praying for Adan to return from across the narrow sea to free them. But this is not so."

    The look of doubt on her face caused him to continue, "The common people pray for rain, healthy children, and a summer that never ends. It is no matter to them if the high lords play their game of thrones, so long as they are left in peace." He gave her a shrug. "They never are."

    They rode on in silence for a while longer, but he did not mind. Teyla was quiet, most likely lost in her thoughts. Her expression was puzzled and he could see her mind working to figure out his words. It was about time she saw her brother for who he really was.

    He watched her, waiting to see what she would say to all of this. Lucky for him, none of the Dothraki could understand him. Besides her handmaidens, but they would not speak up against him. He was a friend to their khaleesi, the one they served.






    seventeen | house stormborn | true princess of the iron throne | married to khal drogo



    Teyla turned her head to Vidar as he came striding up beside her, saying he no longer wished to serve her brother. She inhaled deeply, a fire in her bright eyes. The true fire of the Dragon. She was meant to be Queen, she just had to realize that within herself. Teyla turned her gaze back to the front of the Khalasar as she spoke. "Then who do you wish to serve, Sir Mormont?" The young girl spoke with a grit in her voice. Just being married to such a fierce warrior had made her realize some things about herself. She could be strong, if she allowed herself to be. And now, she had power. She was a Khalessi, the Khal's wife and future mother of his children. The very thought made her feel powerful. When he asked her if she wanted to see her brother on the Iron Throne, the girl turned slightly to the side to look at Vidar. She blinked and simply shook her head, rather reluctantly. She was fearful her brother could come out of nowhere and strike her for doing such a thing. It was true, she did not wish to see him on the Iron Throne. Not anymore. He was a monster, she had realized. And no amount of power would change that. In fact, it would probably make it worse. Teyla lifted chin as she adjusted her reins, getting more of a grip on them as she rode. She felt the blisters forming on her hands but she would not complain. She refused to whine like Adan had. When Vidar commented about how there had been worse Kings, but not many, Teyla couldn't help but snicker. She thought it was funny when Vidar was blunt. She found him amusing in a way. He never held things back from her. Teyla looked forward as her husband sped forward. She followed suit, urging her horse to move faster but not by much. Not as fast as her husband was riding. They were most likely nearing the camp and Teyla was grateful for that. Her entire body ached and she wished to rest. She sighed softly, bringing her horse back to a slower pace once the Khalasar had slowed once more.


    Teyla blinked when Vidar spoke once more, asking her to forgive him for being so blunt. She opened her mouth, wishing to tell him that there was no reason to apologize. But he continued. So she closed her mouth and turned to look at Vidar as he strode up beside her once more. When he told her the truth of how the Westerosi people were, she felt a bit deflated. She had expected the people to expect her and her brother to come back and for them to welcome them back with welcoming arms. She clenched her jaw at this news, feeling betrayed in a way. She had been lied to, all of her life. A flash of doubt crossed her face and Vidar continued, speaking of what the people truly prayed for. She inhaled deeply, seeming puzzled and frustrated by this news. She scoffed to herself and shook her head. She looked over at Vidar, a fire in her blue-green eyes. She felt the breeze dance in her loose curls and she exhaled deeply. "I should have known better than to trust my brother. He always twists the truth to best suit himself." Teyla barked, a bitterness and a fire in her voice. The fire of a dragon. She sighed heavily and glanced back at her Khalasar. She saw Arne dragging Adan behind him, forcing him to walk with the rest of the Khalasar. Teyla narrowed her fiery eyes at the sight and then her eyes met Adan's. She blinked, seeming bored with his presence. She turned her head back in a fluid and graceful movement, her braid falling over her shoulders. "Adan is no dragon. He is just a spoiled boy who thinks it's cute to abuse women." Teyla hissed as she looked back to Vidar, a soft sigh leaving her pink lips.


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    Vidar heard the bitter way she spoke of her brother and he knew that she had every right to. Her brother was a coward and an arrogant one at that. When she looked behind her and blinked at her brother, below her, dirty and dragging his feet, she had no trace of fear in her eyes. His chest swelled with pride. He was not sure why, but he cared for this girl. He was a few years older, but he felt younger in her presence - as if her soul was wise beyond years. He felt the need to protect her and that was what he would do. Advise her, kill for her, die for her if need be.

    "Your brother will never take back the Seven Kingdoms, I think." He was being blunt with her for she needed to know that she would not be returning to the Red Keep. The plains around her were her home. She belonged with these people. He saw that now.

    "He could not lead an army even if your lord husband gave him one. He has no coin and the only knight who followed him now believes him as less than a snake. The Dothraki make mock of his weakness. He will never take you home." He did not bother whisper, but instead spoke loud enough for all to hear - including Adan.

    The khalasar was beginning to come to a halt as they neared a clearing. Khal Drogo rode ahead of them, picking up speed, with his bloodriders behind him. He pressed his heels into the wind's sides, rousing the horse to gallop faster and faster. He moved as if he were one with the wind as he raced beyond the tall grass and out of sight of the others.

    They would help scout the place before he brought his wife and people there.

    Pulling on his reins, he came to a stop next to Teyla. "You are wise, khaleesi. You still have much growing to do, but you are wise beyond your years. If I were to ever lay down my life for anyone, it would be you. If you will allow me, I wish to offer you my sword instead."

    He watched her sit very still and silent, his anxiety gnawing at his stomach. He did not know what she would say to him.

    He looked at her, studied her. The warm wind blew loose strands of fiery red hair behind her as she stared at the place her husband once stood. The setting sun was red on her face as dusk began to settle around them. He did not know how long it would take for the khal to return.






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    Teyla inhaled deeply as they continued to ride on, her bright eyes getting lost in the beauty of the grass lands. She had never seen anything like it and she wanted nothing more than to run through it all with her children that she would have one day. She smiled softly at the thought. She wondered if they would be wild and fierce like their father, Drogo. She looked to her husband at this thought and sighed. She wondered if they would look like her, pale skin and fire red hair. Or like him, copper skin with onyx black hair. She was cut from her thoughts with Vidar's next words. He spoke about how he thought her brother would never take back the Seven Kingdoms and she clenched her jaw, a pain in her eyes. She wished to be home. She wondered if the smell of her mother's perfume still haunted the halls. She supposed not since it had been fourteen years. Teyla's chest rose and fell quickly as she panted softly. She realized this hard truth. It just needed to be voiced, which Vidar had done. She blinked and looked down at her hands. She frowned. She would never return home. She could never avenge her family's death. She would be stuck in Essos for the rest of her life, the great Stormborn dynasty diminished. She inhaled deeply and lifted her gaze. There was a fire in her eyes but also a sadness. She wished for one thing above all else but she new this wish could never come true. She wished she could hug her mother, one last time. She wished she could inhale her scent with her face pressed to her mother's silk dress. Teyla's grip tightened on her reins at this thought. When he continued to speak about how her brother was unfit to lead and would never take her home, she halted her horse with a scoff. She shook her head as she lowered her head. She sucked on her teeth and a fire lit up inside of her. She knew her brother was unfit to rule the Seven Kingdoms and that she would never go home. But that didn't mean she had to be happy about it. She looked over at Vidar as he finished speaking and she exhaled softly. "I understand that he will never take me home. I also understand that I will never hug my mother or study the stars with my father again. Or even to hunt with my older brother at dawn. That does not mean I am going to accept my fate without a fight." Teyla spat fire as she looked at the Knight.


    Her gaze then turned to her husband as he picked up speed,urging his horse to race forward. She blinked, watching him with a soft worried gaze. She saw his bloodriders follow him and she smiled softly. She was glad to see his people would protect him. She inhaled deeply and looked over at Vidar once more. He came to a stop beside her and she lifted her chin. He spoke of giving his sword to her, to fight for her. She blinked, thinking on his words for a moment. She turned back to where her husband had been just moments before. She felt the breeze hit her pale cheeks like a kiss and brush through her fire locks. She adjusted her reins, wincing slightly at the blisters covering her hands. She finally looked back to Vidar and she studied him for a moment. His dark blonde hair seemed to dance gently in the wind and his stubble beard framed his jaw well. He was a handsome man, there was no denying that. But he seemed so eager to protect her, which made her slightly suspicious of him. Sure, she had power and she was a Princess but she had had far too many attempts on her life to truly trust a handsome face. She blinked, turning her face back to where her Khal had been. "Just as easily as you offered my brother your sword? Will you betray my trust as you have his if I do something you do not like?" Teyla spoke bluntly, a venom in her words. She lifted her chin. She was talking like a true ruler and she looked graceful and beautiful while doing so.


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    Vidar understood her qualms and why she had lashed out. The truth was painful many of times and often the one who spoke it aloud was the one who took the brunt of the retaliation. But he wanted to be honest with her, he wanted to see her succeed. He could tell that she was nothing like her brother, she was not cruel or ignorant.

    Then she questioned his loyalty and his lips formed into a slight frown. He did understand why she did so, though, and was even more proud of her.

    Before he could respond to her, one of the khal's bloodriders was galloping toward them. He halted before them and spoke in his native tongue. Bedelia translated for Teyla. "He says that they have found a place to make camp. He says to follow him."

    The bloodrider then rode off into the tall grass once more. The khalasar waited for Teyla to follow the bloodrider's lead with expectant eyes.

    As Teyla nudged her horse's sides and took off, riding fiercely, Vidar sped after her. The rest of the khalasar followed suit. They did not ride for very long before they found a wide, open clearing amidst the tall grasses.

    Vidar dismounted his horse and glanced around the camp. The slaves were already beginning to set up tents. He could see Drogo and Teyla's tent was already up, by the shore of a spring-fed pool. He could hear rough voices coming from woven grass palaces on the hill. He knew that night there would be much laughter as Teyla's khas told the story of what happened in the grasses that day. By the time Adan came limping back among them, every man, woman, and child in the camp would know him as a walker. There were no secrets in the khalasar.

    Vidar secured his horse as he watched Teyla dismount with the help of her slave, Aine. The girl then took away her horse to be groomed.

    Approaching her, he bowed his head slightly before telling her, "I understand your distrust in me, but I am willing to prove myself. You are not your brother and I know no man who would serve him willingly. But you, khaleesi, are a true leader." He grinned in her direction and added, "I will let you think on it."

    He left her then and did not look back.



    By the time night fell, Vidar was out of sight. Night had fallen upon the camp and the evening was spent with sparring and drinking. Khal Drogo was sitting by the fire, drinking with his bloodriders and warriors, racing his prize horses, watching women dance and men die and both make love. Teyla had no place in these parts of his life.

    The slaves brought Teyla supper and then went to draw her a bath. Valda had built a fire outside of the tent, while Aine and Bedelia fetched the big copper tub that had been a bride gift to Teyla. They then carried water from the pool and made it steaming, as she well liked it.






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    Teyla glanced to her side, wondering what Vidar would say to her. She blinked. She wished she hadn't lashed out at him. He had been nothing but kind to her. But these days, she had no idea who to trust. She could not even trust her own blood, her only blood left. She lifted her chin as she clenched her jaw. One of her husband's bloodriders came riding back with the speed of the winds. She looked down at her servant as she translated and she simply nodded. She watched the bloodrider take off into the tall grass and Teyla couldn't help but smile. She gently kicked her horse's side, with a yell to urge her to race after the man. Her horse took off and she raced into the grass, feeling as if it could consume her. Her red curls bounced as she rode, a bright smile plastered to her face. As she rode, at the speed she was, she felt free. She almost felt free, like a bird about to take flight. She giggled softly, racing through the grass sea. She gasped as they came out to an opening, a meadow in the middle of the grass lands. A smile curled onto her lips as she slowed her horse to a trot and then a slow walk. She looked around, taking in the green splendor. She looked around with wonder in her eyes before she looked to the sunset. She sat there for a moment, a soft breath leaving her lips. She watched the sun set over the grass, reds and oranges consuming the sky. She blinked, admiring the beauty. She looked up to the sky as it faded into blues and purples and even to a onyx black. She watched the way the stars twinkled and she smiled softly at the sight. She then lowered her gaze to look around the camp. The Khalasar emerged from the grass from behind her and trotted off to make their own tents. She blinked, inhaling deeply. She felt oddly powerful, which was something she wasn't used to. She moved closer into the camp before her servants came up beside her. Aine helped her climb down from her horse with a gentle touch and the Khalessi winced, her legs and her hands sore. She looked down at her hands, her hands red with blistered. She only imagined how terrible her legs were.


    Aine guided off her horse and Teyla turned, smiling softly as Vidar approached her. He seemed to have a prideful sparkle in his eyes when he looked at her, which confused her. He bowed to her and she blinked, a softness to her gaze when she looked at the knight. She cared for him, she truly did. He had been kind to her. So she felt a bond with him, one she didn't have with anyone else. She had a bond with Drogo but it was different. They didn't speak the same tongue and they were so different. But Vidar, he was from her home. He understood her. At his words, she took a step closer to him. Her chest rose and fell softly and her bright eyes sparkled in the moonlight, almost seeming to make her pale skin glow. She smiled brightly at his words and she was glad to see that he understood her mistrust in him. She watched him walk away with a warm gaze. She walked to her tent with a slight since, feeling as if her entire body was covered in bruises. She came into her tent, seeing her husband was not there. She frowned at the emptiness and slipped off her boots, curling her toes as she sighed. She was glad to have the boots off, she preferred being barefoot to wearing shoes. She always had. Her mother had to chase her around the castle when she got her dress, having to force the shoes on her feet. The fond memory made Teyla smile softly to herself. She turned her head as her servants brought her some supper and she thanked them with a warm smile. She moved to sit at a small table in the tent, crossing her legs to fold in her lap. She began to eat her supper, her stomach roaring at her. She had decided that she would eat. she would refuse to let the fear of Adan's abuse take her from this world. She finished her supper just as her servant finished gathering her bath. She thanked them and slipped off her outfit, wincing as she stood. Her porcelain body was littered with bruises, which now were blue and purple and some were yellow. She blinked, imagining how horrifying she must look. She stepped into the warm bath, sighing with a happy laugh. Aine pulled her hair from its braid, as well as removing the wildflowers. She hummed happily as Aine then poured the steaming water on her hair, combing through her fire red hair with her soft fingers.


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    Valda walked through the tent to grab towels for Teyla. The woman was nude and when she eyed her, she saw that she was covered in bruises and riding sores. She was a beautiful woman, and in her clothes she looked like a goddess, but as she stood naked in the room, she looked almost fragile. The slave wondered if Drogo had hurt her or her brother. It mattered not, as either way a man had done this to her.

    She thought bitterly of men, but she also thought bitterly of Teyla. Her father had murdered her own, setting him aflame. She could never forgive her or any of the Stormborns for this.

    She watched as Teyla stepped into the tub of steaming hot water that should have burned her. While Bedelia scrubbed her back and Aine sluiced the sand from her hair, she ventured over toward the eggs. They were set up next to her bed and they almost glowed in the lantern's light. She could not help herself and she reached out to touch the scarlet and black one. She put her palm against the black egg, fingers spread gently across the curve of the shell. It was cool and dim beneath the silk of the tent, but the egg was warm, almost hot. The sun must have warmed them.

    "Have you ever seen a dragon, Khaleesi?" Valda asked Teyla as she lifted her hand from the egg. She went to grab the towels and then bring them back to the fire. Though she paused before moving the flap to hear the answer.

    "Dragons are gone, Valda." Aine said in a firm voice.

    "Dead." Bedelia agreed. "Long and long ago."

    Valda did not believe this. The last of the Stormborn dragons had died no more than a century and a half ago, during the reign of Aegon III, who was called Dragonbane. That did not seem so long ago to Valda.

    "Everywhere?" She almost whispered, her voice laced with disappointment. "Even in the east?"

    Magic had died in the west when the Doom fell on Valyria and the Lands of the Long Summer, and neither spell-forged steel nor stormsingers nor dragons could hold it back, but Valda had always heard that the east was different. It was said that manticores prowled the islands of the Jade Sea, that basilisks infested the jungles of Yi Ti, that spellsingers, warlocks, and areomancers practiced their arts openly in Asshai, while shadowbinders and bloodmages worked terrible sorceries in the black of the night. Why shouldn't there be dragons too? She had traveled to many places, but never the east. She had always wanted to, as magic was of great interest to her.

    "No dragon." Aine said. "Brave men kill them, for dragon terrible evil beasts. It is known."

    "It is known." Bedelia agreed as she scrubbed at Teyla's silky smooth skin.

    Valda opened the flap and pinned it back so she could still keep an eye on the princess and listen to what she had to say. She warmed a towel over the fire for her, making sure it was as hot as the sun.

    Aine and Bedelia were of age with Teyla, if not a year younger. They were Dothraki girls taken as slaves when Drogo destroyed their father's khalasar. Valda was older, almost twenty. Clancy had found her in a pleasure house in Lys. Or rather, she had found him. She was not there by accident.

    Valda's fair hair was pulled back into a loose bun at the nape of her neck and she wore the same rags as any slave would. She was dirty herself, but she would not be bathed as Teyla was. Still, her pale blue eyes were alive with a fire - one that called for blood.


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    Teyla watched her servant, Valda. The Princess' skin glowed in the fire's light and she watched the woman with a careful stare. She relaxed in the steamy water, the steam itself making the tent a bit clouded. She watched as Valda grabbed one of the eggs, the black and red one. She blinked, her bright gaze focused. She watched as the beautiful woman spread her fingers out over the curve of the egg. She smiled softly. Teyla thought they were the most beautiful thing in her possession as well. They had been her favorite wedding gift, apart from Drogo's gift of course. And then Vidar's books. And then her gift from Adan and Clancy, the servants in her tents. She inhaled, wondering each of their stories. She wished they weren't slaves. She wished slavery wasn't a real thing but she had no power over such a big culture. She wanted people to serve her because they wanted to, not because they had been captured and were now forced to. Teyla's gaze met Valda's as she asked her question. Teyla laughed softly, nearly sighing at the relieving feeling of a hot bath and having her body cleaned. "Not a living one, no. My father kept the dragon's skulls though. They were all throughout the Red Keep but especially the Red Keep. The largest one, the size of a carriage. The smallest, no bigger than a dog's skull. I wish to see one one day." Teyla spoke with a dreamy look in her eyes as she gazed at the eggs. She wondered what the eggs would look like if they had ever hatched. Would they match the outsides? Or be different? She lifted her chin at Aine's words, as well as Bedelia's. She blinked, her eyes lit with a fire. She did not believe this. There had to be dragons, somewhere. They were one of the most feared creatures in the world. They could set fire to entire cities with one command. They were unstoppable, Teyla thought. When Valda questioned if they were dead everywhere, Teyla couldn't help the smile on her face. She agreed with Valda's uncertainty. She thought of her home, the different skulls she had seen. She had learned about the civil war that existed in her family, one of the many. Including the Dance of Dragons. She hoped her house would never come to such bloodshed again. She turned her head to Aine as she spoke of brave men killing dragons and that they were evil beasts. Teyla laughed a bit, shaking her head gently. "No, sweet Aine. The brave men rode the dragons. But especially the brave women. Dragons are only seen as evil because not everyone can control them and that frightens the average man. Men hate not being in control." Teyla said with a snarky tone and Bedelia giggled softly beside her.


    Teyla watched Valda exit the tent, pulling back the flap as she warmed her towels. Teyla lifted her chin. She wondered what else the woman knew about dragons. So she asked, "Valda, what do you know of dragons?" The young beauty called out in a warm tone, a soft smile on her face. She watched the woman for a moment, wanting to understand her.



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    Valda stiffened when she heard the other slave girls giggle at Teyla's words. She was not sure if she was supposed to laugh too. She had been numb for so long now that it made her unsure how to react to anything other than the pleasure of getting revenge.

    Though the words that Teyla spoke made her smile to herself. She liked how she spoke of dragons, women, and men. She liked that she believed they were still out there as well. She wondered of the dragon skulls and their sizes, how they slowly got smaller, and how brave women rode the dragons. She would like to ride on the back of a dragon one day. She had always wanted nothing more than to fly high above the world - watching it shrink, along with her worries.

    Teyla asked her if she knew any stories about dragons and she smiled. She had heard many during her travels.

    Standing, she entered the tent once more and knelt beside Teyla's tub. She placed a steaming hot towel on her forehead and watched her relax.

    "A trader in Qarth once told me that dragons came from the moon." Her voice was low and raspy, too deep for most women.

    She watched Teyla's wet hair tumble down her back as she sat up to eye her curiously. She seemed intrigued.

    Aine laughed to herself. "The moon?"

    "He told me the moon was an egg, Khaleesi." The slave girl said. "Once there were two moons in the sky, but one wandered too close to the sun and cracked from the heat. A thousand thousand dragons poured forth and drank the fire from the sun. That is why dragons breathe flame. One day the other moon will kiss the sun too, and then it will crack and the dragons will return."

    The two Dothraki girls laughed at her, though it wasn't to be mean. Still, it made her grimace.

    "You are foolish, strawhead slave." Aine said. "Moon is no egg. Moon is god, woman wife of sun. It is known."

    "It is known." Beledia agreed.

    Teyla's skin was flushed and pink when she climbed from the tub. Aine laid her down to oil her body and scrape the dirt from her pores. Bedelia took care of the bath.

    Valda sat cross-legged beside Teyla and decided to tell her of another story she knew. "While I was in Lys, a trader told me another story of dragons. He told me of a queen who lived long ago. She was a witch with great magical abilities. But she was never able to find love as she did not find herself wanting to bed any man and another woman could not help her bear children. And so she used her powers to create three daughters."

    The other slave girls listened intently, curious as to what she had to say.

    "One, she formed from a bottle of light captured at the sun's violent surrender to the night. It woke last, a girl with hair as red as the setting sun, and so she was the youngest." She reached forward to brush her fingers through Teyla's curls.

    "One, she shaped from a gentle pink anemone, the last in the castle's courtyard to survive winter's onslaught. It woke second, a child with curved pink lips, and so she was the middle." She reached forward and gently traced Teyla's pink lips.

    "One, she carved from a piece of sapphire the size of her fist, and as she did, she cut her finger with a blade, so it was made with blood, as well. It woke last, with bright blue eyes, so she was the eldest." Valda's finger lightly traced Teyla's arched eyebrows and then moved to close her blue eyes.

    "Then a wicked sorcerer king, much more powerful, took the throne and the queen for himself. The daughters fought back, but he cursed them to turn back into what they were. The youngest was taken home by the sun, her body turning to light, and then to nothing, as it always was. The body of the second daughter rotted like a flower decayed beyond its lifespan. But before he could turn the last daughter, the eldest, back into stone, she threw herself into the fire. Her fine dress burnt away from her body, but her flesh did not melt. She walked out of the flames, unharmed, her hair turned as red as the fire, her blue eyes holding fury. She used blood magic, the blood her mother had given her, to make herself Unburnt."

    Valda paused, watching how everyone was waiting for her to finish. Aine was sprinkling Teyla with spiceflower and cinnamon while Bedelia was grabbing her new clothes to wear.

    "She breathed fire, as any dragon would, and set the king ablaze. The kingdom, the throne, was safe. For now. Her mother passed and the daughter took the throne. She gave birth to a daughter, with skin as pale as ice over a pond, and hair as orange-white as the the sun when it rises. And so she passed her blood on and she turned back to cold stone. When her daughter grew old enough to sit on the throne herself, she placed the stone into the flames and her mother emerged, but with wings and covered in scales. She had been born by fire this time and so the first dragon was made."

    The slave girls did not laugh this time. They stayed quiet and stared. Valda smiled again, only this time it was to be polite.

    "We will leave you to rest now, Khaleesi." Valda said as she stood to follow the other slave girls out.





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    Teyla watched as Valda entered the tent once more, holding the hot towels. She placed one of the towels to her forehead and the Princess sighed as she relaxed, leaning back a bit in the tub. She had never been taken care of like this and she liked it. She imagined she would like it much more if Drogo were here, if he were the one running his hands through her wet ringlets or washing her silky skin of any dirt. She smiled softly at the thought. She opened her eyes as Valda spoke. Dragons came from the moon? Teyla sat up, her eyes bright with wonder as her red ringlets fell over her shoulder and onto her back. She eyed Valda curiously, wanting to see what else she had to say. When Valda told her the story of the moon being an egg, she couldn't help but smile. She looked over to her eggs as they seemed to glow in the light. She blinked, wondering if she would have had dragons of her own if the men of the world hadn't wiped them out. Or so they thought. Teyla turned her head back to Valda as the other servants laughed at her. She saw her grimace slightly and Teyla frowned. She knew Aine and Bedelia hadn't meant to be cruel. But Valda truly seemed to believe in stories like this, as did Teyla. Teyla was a dreamer, she liked to believe the world was better than everyone else made it seem. She saw the good in people, even when they believed there was none left. Teyla stood from the tub once she was all washed off and stepped out, her servants moving to have their own jobs. Aine laid Teyla down and began to lather her with oil, washing out her pores. Teyla shivered at the sensation. She wrapped a towel around herself as she sat up, her body oiled and silky smooth. She looked over to Valda as she sat across from her. She dried her curls slowly with another towel and looked at her servant as she explained another story she had heard. Bedelia drained her bath but Teyla tuned all of that out, focusing her bright eyes on Valda.


    Valda spoke of a Queen, a powerful one who craved daughters of her own without the aide of a man. Teyla inhaled deeply as she listened intently, wanting to hear the entire story behind the daughters and the Queen. Valda spoke of the youngest daughter, how she had been made with the sun's light just before night. She mentioned her fire red hair as she touched Teyla's hair and the Princess felt her lips curl into a small smile. She then spoke of the middle daughter, how she had been made from pink anemone that had survived the winter. She listened intently, her chest rising and falling quickly. She held tightly to her towel around her porcelain body. She blinked and looked at Valda with a soft blush on her cheeks when she reach forward and traced her own lips as she spoke of the middle daughter. Teyla and the other girls almost seemed entranced by Valda's story, their eyes begging for more. Valda spoke of the eldest daughter, how she had been born of sapphire and blood. Valda traced her brow and then gently touched her eyelid, as if signifying that she was a combination of all three daughters. Teyla gulped. She listened to Valda continued the story, speaking of a wicked King. He killed the daughters with his magic, all but one. She had thrown herself into the fire but she came back, one of the Unburnt. Teyla's eyes widened and she smiled brightly, like a child would when someone was telling them a fairy tale. Teyla chuckled softly as Valda finished her story, speaking of how the daughter had had a daughter and how she ruled over the kingdom. She brought her mother back with the fire and the first dragon was born, a she-dragon. Teyla smiled at the thought. And then Valda said they would leave her to rest and she reached out, gently grabbing Valda's hand. "You stay." Teyla said in a voice that was almost mousy as her blush rose to her cheeks. She stood, drying off her hair before walking over to the clothes they had set out for her. She pulled her hair into a loose bun and began to get dressed. She turned, flattening out the skirt of her dress. She sat on the edge of her bed and looked up at Valda with curious eyes. "How did these men tell you these things?" Teyla asked innocently, tilting her head to the side slightly.


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    valda candice snow


    Before Valda could leave with the other girls, Teyla grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her back. She told her to stay and for a moment she felt anxious, felt the panic rising from beneath her skin. She wondered if Teyla was unhappy with her or if she knew who she was and why she was there.

    "You honor me, Khaleesi." Valda lowered her eyes as the other girls left the tent and they were alone. Loose strands of honey colored hair fell from her bun and her cheeks were rosy in the silver moonlight.

    Teyla dressed herself in her nightgown and sat on the edge of her bed. Her head tilted to the side as she asked her how she came about these stories. She felt relief that she simply wanted to hear more stories of the moon, eggs, and dragons.

    The slave girl grabbed a brush from the stand, near the shimmering eggs, and walked to sit beside the khaleesi on her bed. Carefully, she brought the brush up to Teyla's tangled curls and began to brush through them.

    "They told me after they bed me." Her voice was taut, signifying that she had not enjoyed it. The pleasure house had been her means of survival, so she would not weep over what many of men had done to her. They had done unspeakable things, things that almost broke her. But now she was a slave and those times seemed to long ago.

    Though that did not mean that she was safe. Teyla's brother, Adan, had clear affection for her and she knew when the time came she would not be allowed to refuse him. A slave girl could not refuse any man of higher rank or they would be punished.

    "But they are just stories, Khaleesi." She assured her while she brushed her hair - the red curls shining like fire.

    She did not believe that dragons were gone or that magic was all bad. The slave liked to believe that somewhere out there, these things were possible. She hoped one day she would be able to travel to these places and she would be free.

    Valda finished brushing her hair and she looked toward Teyla with eyes as blue as the summer sky. She wondered why she chose her to sit and talk with her while the moon rose in the sky.

    The deep beating of drums and the yelling of men while they killed each other reached her ears as they sat quietly beside each other. She could picture Khal Drogo now, eating from a bowl of fruit and cheese and fry bread, drinking from a jug of honeyed wine, cheering as his men shed each other's blood. She could picture him coming to Teyla's tent shortly before dawn, waking her in the dark and riding her as relentlessly as he rode his stallion. He would take her from behind, as was Dothraki fashion, and Teyla would cry. She would cry out in pain instead of pleasure, the tears wet on her face, using her pillow to muffle her cries. When he was done, he would fall over onto the bed and snore softly. Then Teyla would lay beside him, bruised and sore, hurting too much for sleep and instead crying softly. Valda knew this was her fate as it had been for her many of times when she was younger and taken by threatening men five times her age.

    She did not like to imagine such things. As much as she despised the woman, it pained her to hear anyone being treated such a way. It made her sick to her stomach to know that this poor girl would suffer the same fate. Many of times she had wanted to kill herself instead of going on and enduring one more night of it. But at night she would dream of a dragon as black as night, wet and slick with the blood of the men who had hurt her. Its mouth would open and a flame came roaring out in a hot jet and destroying all of her enemies. The first to go was always the Mad King and then his children. Teyla was among them.

    Though looking at this girl now, she found it difficult to hate her. She almost felt like they were kindred spirits, both searching for somewhere they could belong.

    She was taught by her father that sometimes there was honor in revenge, if done correctly. So she planned her entire life to seek out the last surviving Stormborns and destroy their bloodline. But then she looked at Teyla, at her bruised body and her chin held high, and she saw a queen.

    Teyla was powerful and had untapped strength that she had yet to discover herself. She was every inch a queen, with an invisible crown constantly atop her head. She just hadn't realized it yet.







    seventeen | house stormborn | true princess of the iron throne | married to khal drogo



    Teyla blinked and watched as Valda walked to the stand and grabbed a brush. She smiled softly when Valda has said she honored her. Which she thought was odd. She had just asked her to stay so she could get to know her more. She could tell the woman held much depth and Teyla wanted to see how much. The Princess welcomed her touch as he began to brush the knots from her curls. The beauty sighed softly, enjoying the feeling of someone brushing her hair. Her mother often brushed her own hair. Her mother had been very hands on, never letting the wet nurse feed her. Her mother always had to feed her herself. And she would always care for Teyla on her own, never relying on her servants to do it for her. The Princess was glad to have had that bond with her mother, now that she had been murdered before her eyes. Teyla wondered if she would ever have her revenge on the Lion Queen. Valda spoke, breaking Teyla's train of thought. She blinked quickly and then a frown formed on her face when she spoke of how the men would tell her these tales after they had bed her. The girl blinked and turned her gaze slightly toward Valda, her bright eyes shimmering in the fire's light. "I'm sorry, Valda. I did not mean to bring up sour memories." Teyla spoke with concern in her voice. She had not known Valda had been a... whore before coming to her. Gods, how she hated that word. She wished there was a better word for it or that she lived in a world that women wouldn't have to do such a thing just to survive. And by the sounds out it, Valda had not enjoyed any of it. Teyla blinked. She wondered if she would ever feel pleasure during sex. She knew the Dothraki had their own way of doing things but there had to be another way. She wanted to make love to Drogo, not to just have him thrust into her like some animal while she cried from pain. Teyla winced at the memory. And then Valda spoke about how they were just stories. Teyla laughed softly and shook her head. "I don't believe that. All stories hold some sort of truth, even if you must look between the words and possibly rearrange some letters." Teyla spoke confidently, sticking to her daydreaming outlook on life. She believed dragons were out there, somewhere. Just as she believed that no all magic was bad. Some magic was good, it healed people. Nature itself was magic,as were the Gods. There could not be so much beauty in the world without magic.


    Teyla looked over to Valda as she finished brushing her hair. She smiled thankfully and pulled her red curls to the side. She blinked and then her wonder on the subject began to stir. How could she please Drogo without him hurting her? Teyla laughed nervously, a blush rushing to her cheeks. "Could you teach me? How to please the Khal?" Teyla asked in a soft voice, looking to Valda with anxious eyes. "If not, I understand and you're free to take your leave for the night." Teyla spoke with a soft laugh and averted her eyes, biting her bottom lip nervously.


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