the princess that was promised

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    valda candice snow


    Valda heard the concern in her voice and she was slightly taken aback. Hardly anyone had ever apologized to her and meant it, not since her father died and she was taken to Pentos as a small child of seven. She had only ever known cruel hands and harsh words, bruises and cuts, bloody knuckles and glass shards. She was no longer used to being loved. She wouldn't know what to do. The only thing that had gotten her through it was her quest for revenge and her thirst for knowledge of the beyond.

    "Do not be sorry, Khaleesi." She told her as she moved to pinch her fire red curls between her fingers; the fine hairs smooth as silk. "It is not your fault."

    Standing, the woman set the brush back on the stand and the young woman's gaze shifted back toward the dragon's eggs and landed on the largest of the three - the black and scarlet one. She wanted to touch it, to run her hand lightly over the glowing shell, to feel its strange warmth. She felt so close to her recurring dream when she was near them. The dream of being free.

    She then returned to Teyla's side and sat on the bed - the sheets and silk woven blankets unsettling around her. She listened as Teyla told her she believed there were some truth to the stories and she bowed her head to hide her smile. It was a foreign feeling, but she was becoming closer to her. It felt almost like friendship, sitting there in the moonlit tent, talking of magic and the damage men had done.

    But then she noticed Teyla's fire red hair, an oddity in their land. She remembered her father being burned alive before Teyla's father, she remembered being taken away for her safety only to be sold into servitude across the narrow sea, she remembered never having a family or being able to call anyone a friend. The only good thing that came out of being sold was Cassia, a fierce female warrior who helped her escape her cruel captor when she was around Teyla's age. They stole horses and they rode far away, away from the slavers. Cassia taught her how to fight like a Westerosi knight and a Dothraki warrior. She taught her many languages, taught her how to steal and how to lie, how to love... But their love was brief and Valda was returned to the pleasure house.

    Then Teyla asked her to show her how to make love and she blinked in surprise. She hadn't expected this from her, but she was not going to refuse her.

    "Of course, Khaleesi. Such is why I was bought."

    The khal had demanded that each of the slave girls taught the khaleesi what they each were assigned to when they were bought. She couldn't exactly tell her no. Though the blush on the girl's face was so innocent that she wouldn't have wanted to.

    Valda sat up on her knees and gently placed her hands on Teyla's chest. She pushed her down on the bed, slowly, before crawling on top of her. She straddled her now and her gaze was intense.

    "I will give you lessons whenever you ask." She told her, her words solemn. She intended to do as she was bid, to help her make the khal happy.

    "If you wish to please the khal, then listen closely." Valda spoke with careful words before bringing her hand back to the loose bun. She untied it and let the waves tumble down her back. It was the first time she had worn her hair down in front of anyone else for some time.

    "Tonight, when he comes for you, you will remove your silks. Slowly. And you will lead him out into the moonlight, where all eyes can see, for everything of a man's importance happens under the sky and the khalasar have no secrets. Your body is not something to be ashamed of." Valda's voice was soft and smooth, almost comforting. She wanted Teyla to feel at ease as she knew that her words might startle her.

    "He will try to mount you, but you must tell him no. You must tell him this night I would look upon your face." She waited for Teyla to repeat it back to her in the Dothraki language before continuing, "You will mount him. He will try to fight you, but be firm. Men do not truly know what they like until we show them. And you will keep eye contact with him, for love starts in the eyes. Move like this."

    Valda began to move her hips, grinding into Teyla, her hands trailing up her body. She had to admit, she was beautiful. She reminded her of Cassia, but then again, everything reminded her of Cassia.

    "As time goes on, your legs will grow stronger, the blisters on your hands will burst, the skin on your hands will grow calloused and your soft thighs will grow to be as supple as leather. Pleasing him will come easier to you and you will learn pleasure yourself."

    The woman moved fluidly, showing Teyla how to use her hips. She then lifted Teyla up and wrapped her arms around her waist. She brushed back her soft red bangs and kept her hand on her cheek.

    "You will kiss him. He will not like it unless you show him how." She moved as if to kiss her, leaning forward until their breath mingled, before pulling back.

    She then flipped Teyla over with her strong arms. Now Teyla was on top of her. "Now you try."






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



    Teyla laughed softly, blinking when Valda had agreed to teach her. She had been bought to teach her how to to please the Khal, she had said. This made her stomach churn. She was uncomfortable with the idea of slavery, that people could be bought and sold without anyone blinking an eye. She clenched her jaw and inhaled as she thought on this. Teyla looked up at Valda as she sat up on her knees, her hands on Teyla's chest. She slowly let herself fall back onto the bed, her bright eyes wide. She felt a bright blush rise to her cheeks as she watched Valda climb on top of her, straddling her. Teyla gulped thickly, her eyes meeting Valda's gaze. Her red curls fanned around her porcelain face and her skin seemed to glow in the moonlight. When Valda told her that she would give her lessons anytime she asked, Teyla nodded. She wished to know as much as she could. She wanted to please her husband, to give him sons. But she also wanted to please herself and she wondered if that was possible. She had heard the women were complex creatures and hard to please but Drogo had seemed to know what the right ways to touch her were. Teyla bit her lip softly at the memory, a happiness in her blue eyes. Valda told her to listen closely and Teyla lifted her bright gaze to Valda. She watched her pull her curls down from the bun and she blinked. Valda was a very beautiful woman, if not the most beautiful she had seen. She had a toughness to her, as was to be expected. But Teyla couldn't help but think she looked graceful in what were supposed to be simple actions. Teyla blinked, looking up at the woman as she spoke. She told her that when her husband came to her, she should remove her silks, slowly. The young beauty inhaled sharply at the thought, a bright blush flushing on her pale cheeks. She could never imagine herself being seductive, much less being any good at it. She didn't see herself as the woman men would be attracted to. She was just... average. Or so Adan had made her feel. And then Valda told her that she would take her husband outside and make love under the stars, in front of the entire Khalasar. Teyla's eyes widened at the thought and she let a nervous laugh fall from her pink lips. "I-I am not brave enough to do something like that." Teyla squeaked nervously, gulping.


    Valda continued, saying she would stop the Khal from mounting her. And instead, she would tell him that she would look upon his face. Teyla spoke the Dothraki back to Valda in a soft voice. The way she spoke the brutish language was slightly chopped but it was a hard language to master. Valda then spoke of how she would be the one to mount him. Teyla gulped at the thought, her blush bright and her eyes shimmering with innocence. She was so very new to all of this, still a child in many ways. She clenched her jaw and inhaled. She was determined to please her husband and bring pleasure to herself as well. Teyla looked up at Valda as she told her to keep her gaze on Drogo the whole time, that love came in at the eyes. Teyla nodded slowly, assuring Valda that she was listening intently. Teyla then listened when Valda told her to move like her when she mounted the Khal. The young beauty watched how Valda moved her hips, gulping. She doubted her hips could move as fluidly as Valda's but that didn't mean she wouldn't try. Valda's hands were on Teyla's body and a shiver ran down her spine. She gulped and only imagined how connected her and Drogo would feel in a moment like this. Valda then spoke about how as time went on, she would get better at this and would even learn how to pleasure herself. Teyla blushed at the thought. The Princess gasped softly as Valda lifted her, placing her hands on her waist. Valda brushed the curls from her face and kept her hand on her cheek. Teyla was tempted to lean into the woman's touch but she decided against it. Teyla met Valda's eyes as she spoke. Teyla inhaled sharply when Valda spoke that she would kiss the Khal and how she would show him how to like it. And then she leaned in and Teyla could feel their breaths mingle. Teyla felt entranced, her heart racing against her chest.


    And just as quickly as it had started, the moment was gone. Valda pulled away and pulled Teyla on top and the Princess let out a nervous laugh. Teyla's red curls fell over her shoulder and dangled down, reaching her breasts. She panted softly her chest rising and falling quickly. She looked down at Valda through her lashes as she told her to try. Teyla nodded, brushing her red curls behind her ear. Teyla's soft pants filled the still air and she leaned down, gently taking Valda's hands in her own. She began to grind her hips, as if she was moving them to a steady beat. She moved fluidly, almost as if it came naturally to her. She intertwined her fingers with Valda's and her red curls cascaded down her back in ringlets. She moved gracefully, looking at Valda through her lashes all the while. She then guided Valda's hands to place them on her hips, sighing softly. Her slim body shimmered in the moonlight like a diamond would and she looked like a Goddess under the stars.


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    valda candice snow


    Valda would be a liar if she said that Teyla's touch hadn't made her skin tingle or that the way she looked at her didn't make her feel like she was in some sort of dream state. It had many moons since she had felt the touch of a woman and this made her shiver. But then she remembered who was on top of her, and thought of Cassia again, and the shivering ceased.

    "Yes, like that." Valda said, guiding Teyla's movements. She placed her hand on her hips, trailing up her sides and then massaging her breasts. Then she sat up and she watched Teyla with her sky blue eyes.

    "You must be brave, Khaleesi. I promise you that once you are out there, under the stars with your lord husband, then you will forget all of the eyes on you." Her raspy voice rang true within the dimly lit tent. "Are you not their khaleesi? His are the only eyes that matter. Theirs are nothing but more stars."

    The woman placed her hands behind her and leaned back on them, her honey colored hair falling over her shoulders. She thought of Khal Drogo, of how he did not strike her as a very patient man. He would want sons and soon. Valda had good advice when it came to killing men and pleasing men, and she hoped that Teyla would at least listen to the latter.

    When she saw how nervous Teyla was, her deep-rooted hatred subsided and she only saw a girl, much like herself. Her emotions battled together as she thought of how Teyla was just a girl who was stuck, covered in bruises and sores, but also of her fire red hair and her dreams of watching her and her family burn alive, of their blood running down her hands. She was confused by how much she felt for this girl, how much of a bond they already seemed to have. Something about her made her want to open up about her past, but there was a voice in the back of her head telling her to stab her to death with the blade in her boot.

    Instead, she told her, "When you make love beneath the sky, the people will learn to respect you. And if not... May the gods help whoever disrespects the khaleesi for the khal would have their heads and feed the carnage to the vultures."

    She knew that Khal Drogo was a brutish man, a barbarian, but he was well respected among his people and so far he had been loyal to Teyla. Being khal, he was allowed to have many wives. And yet, he refused the advances of the other women. She saw that as a good sign.

    Then she noticed the pale bruises on her skin, finger and hand marks, and her eyes narrowed. "Did he do this to you?"

    Valda knew it was not her place to ask, not her place to do anything other than cook and clean and teach her how to make love, but she could not help and worry for the girl. She did not want to see her hurt which was odd to her since she had spent most of her life dreaming of her empty eyes and her slit throat. She still did of her brother, Adan, who was a snake. But Teyla was different. She was kind and a true leader.

    "You can tell me." Valda whispered as she reached out to brush a tear away from Teyla's eye.







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



    Teyla smiled brightly when Valda said that was moving her hips properly. Her smile faded to a small one to hide her pride in herself. Her eyes shimmered brightly in the moonlight and she almost looked as if she had the stars themselves captured in her eyes. She gasped softly when Valda massaged her breasts and then sat up. Teyla's curls fell over her face, soft pants leaving her pink lips. Her gaze locked on Valda's as they were close to one another. In this moment, Teyla felt as if she could have a friend. Valda seemed very guarded and would be hard to melt but Teyla felt as if she could do it. She wanted to see the good side to Valda, the side of her that enjoyed the sunshine and would smile. She blinked softly as she thought of this, brushing her red curls behind her ear. She was not used to having her hair down and it felt odd. But in a good way. She often had her hair in a bun or even an intricate style from Westeros but never down. She liked how her hair felt on her back and decided she would wear it down more often. Teyla turned her attention to Valda once more as she spoke about being brave. The Princess gulped thickly and a blush rose to her cheeks. She laughed softly as she finished her sentence and Teyla looked down, shaking her head. "How can a mouse be brave, Valda?" Teyla asked as she looked back up at the woman. The young beauty looked back down at her hands and sighed softly. There was a sorrow in her eyes. She did not believe in herself, in her own beauty. She felt she was not worthy of the title Khalessi. She was just a girl, still terrified of her snake brother. But of course, a mouse would be afraid of a snake. Teyla bit her cheek and looked up, over to the entrance of her tent. She imagined she would not be brave enough to do what Valda had taught her and that she would just cry in pain once more. Teyla winced at this thought.


    Teyla looked to Valda as she spoke of how the Khal would feed anyone who didn't respect her to the vultures. She laughed softly and shook her head, her red curls bouncing slightly. "Why would he defend me in such a way? I'm just his wife, just a woman to give him sons." Teyla spoke softly, a bitterness in her eye as she narrowed her eyes toward the entrance of the tent. Her hand placed on her stomach and she inhaled deeply. What if she could not give the Khal sons? What if she only gave him daughters or no children at all? Teyla imagined he would be very angry if she did not supply him with children and she only hoped he would not be as cruel as Adan. With men, you could never predict what they may do when anger overcomes them. Teyla clenched her jaw. And when Valda asked if Drogo had done this to her, Teyla looked down to see what she had been talking about. The bruises. She winced and moved to try and cover herself. Fear clouded her eyes as tears welled in her eyes. She imagined Adan would storm into her tent at any time and beat her senseless once more and Teyla didn't want Valda to get hurt as well. She shook her head, shaking like a leaf. "It was not Drogo. But I fear the man who did this to me will hurt you too if I tell you." Teyla spoke in a whisper, her voice shaking. She looked to Valda, tears in her blue-green eyes. She gulped and her chest rose and fell quickly as the panic spread through her body.


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    valda candice snow


    Valda listened to her doubt and it caused a small frown to form on her lips. There was fear in Teyla's voice when she told her it was not Drogo, but another man who had done this to her. The slave could only think of one man vile enough to do such a thing to her.

    "He could try." Valda scoffed when Teyla told her she was afraid he would hurt her too. She was confident in her fighting abilities and she knew she could take many of the men and women in the camp if she wanted. The only reason she hadn't escaped before now was because she was set on revenge. But as she looked at Teyla now, she couldn't help but sympathize with her. She was not her father, she was not mad or cruel. She should not have to pay for his mistakes.

    Lifting her hands up to Teyla's face, she turned her so that their eyes would meet. "You are no mouse. You are a dragon." She let the words sink in, let their meaning take root. "You are a dragon."

    For a moment, they sat quietly and let the air grow heavy from her statement. Then she drew her hands back and placed them to her sides. Her once stern expression then softened and immediately she felt protective over this girl. They had both lost their families, and while Teyla still had her brother, he was no relief.

    "Your lord husband may be a brutal man, but has he ever intentionally hurt you?" Teyla shook her head softly which made Valda feel relieved. "I have seen how he watches you. You do not see it, but when we are riding, and you are watching the world, he is watching you like you are his world. I have seen him look to no other woman this way. He could have many wives and whores and yet he only wishes to touch you."

    Valda was not a fan of the word whore, as she had been one herself, but that was what they were called and there was no getting around that fact. Still, what she said to Teyla was true... For now. She could lose his interest if she was not careful. He was fascinated with her, like a shiny treasure, but she had not sunk her claws deep enough into him just yet. There was no love there, but Valda had every intent to make sure there was.

    "It may not seem possible now, but one day you could love each other. The potential is there, but you must work to attain it."

    Gently, she moved from underneath Teyla and draped her skinny legs over the side of the bed. She smiled and the way she smiled was like she had no idea how to. It was a foreign feeling for her lips.

    "I will watch out for you, Khaleesi. I will never let a man hurt you again." Valda's smile vanished and a fire lit up within her sky blue eyes. A man would never hurt them again. Never. "I swear by all the salt in me."

    It was then that they heard heavy footsteps approaching the tent. The slave stood quickly and took Teyla's hands in hers. "Remember what I taught you."

    A finger of moonlight filtered into the tent as Khal Drogo moved back the flap. He stood there, staring toward Teyla with such fury. Though when he spoke in his native tongue, Valda realized that it wasn't directed toward her.

    "He asks if your brother hurt you, Kahleesi. He wants to know if he should teach him a lesson." She could hardly contain her smile at his words. Teyla was lucky, for most khals cared nothing for their wives.







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



    Teyla couldn't help but laugh softly when Valda said Adan could try and hurt her. She sniffled. Valda seemed to know exactly who had hurt her and she wondered how she knew. Had he hurt her too? She wasn't sure what she could do to Adan but she would punish him if he hurt Valda. Or anyone in her Khalasar. They were her family now, she realized that. Teyla felt a tear run down her cheek and she imagined how different her life would be in the Lannisters and the Baratheons hadn't slaughtered her entire family. She would be living in her castle, in the Red Keep. She would have fine dresses and would run through the gardens and play. She would possibly be married to a Lord, possibly a Prince. And maybe, she would have a child or two by now. Teyla imagined herself running through the gardens, the laughter of her red-haired children echoing through the wide open space. She would be happy, the sunshine on her face and her family alive beside her. Teyla knew her father wasn't a good King once he went mad. But she remembered him before he went mad. She remembered her loving father, how he would lift her onto his shoulder with a smile on his face to watch the parade marching through the city. Or how he would scold her for sneaking out to hunt with her eldest brother but wink at her when her mother wasn't looking. He hadn't always been the Mad King. He had been her father. Valda lifted her chin in her hands and Teyla's eyes matched hers. The Princess inhaled deeply, the tears gone from her eyes. She feared Adan, sure. but she missed her family far more. She wondered if Adan would put her in an early grave and she would get to hug her mother again. A small part of her hoped for it. Valda spoke of how she was not a mouse, but a dragon. Teyla sighed, obviously not believing her. She shook her head, pulling her face from Valda's hands. The woman repeated the words and Teyla looked to her, a small confused frown on her face. Why was Valda so persistent that she was the dragon, rather than her brother?


    And then Valda moved her hands away and the two of them were almost swallowed by the thick silence. Teyla fidgeted with the ring on her finger, Adan's ring. He was still her brother, her brother. He had loved her, once. And she still loved him, as much as she feared him. She wished he had not turned out so cruel but perhaps witnessing the massacre of their family at an older age left a stain on his soul. Teyla blinked at this thought, a frown forming on her brow. Teyla lifted her head when Valda asked if the Khal had ever intentionally hurt her. The young beauty simple shook her head and her gaze met Valda's evenly. Teyla listened to her words carefully, a soft blush rising to her cheeks. She looked down at her hands, sighing softly. Sure, the Khal could have other wives and sleep with other women. And Teyla was sure he would, with time. She did not expect the infamous Khal Drogo to remain loyal to her, as much as she wished this could be true. She was just a girl. A girl with no experience and a girl he would grow bored with. She was not as savage as the other women in his Khalasar and did not move her body the way they did. She would never be enough for him, Teyla suspected. And she would have to just learn how to deal with it. Valda spoke of how there was no love, not yet. But there could be. Teyla lifted her gaze to the woman, a soft smile on her lips. She did not believe the woman but it was a sweet notion. Valda moved out from under her and the two of them sat on the edge of her bed, their legs over the side. Teyla brushed her loose curls behind her ear and smiled softly. She liked to imagine she could be happy with Drogo, bear his children and be the only woman he laid with. But this was not a dream. As much as Teyla wished it was.


    And then Valda spoke up, saying she would not let another man harm her. She swore by all the salt in her and Teyla opened her mouth to speak. She did not wish for Valda to put herself in danger and that is exactly what she would be doing if she stood between her and Adan. Teyla's brows knitted into a frown but before she could say anything, heavy footsteps approached. Valda stood quickly and Teyla followed suit, standing behind the woman .She hid in Valda's shadow, afraid her brother had finally come for her. Valda grabbed her hand and told her to remember what she had taught her. Teyla squeezed her friend's hand, her heart racing against her chest. She looked to the entrance of the tent and was relieved to see her husband walk through, not her brother. But she saw the fury in her husband's eyes and she felt the fear rise in her body like a fever. Was he angry with her? Had she done something wrong? And then he spoke and Valda translated and she realized with this was all about. Arne must have told him about what had happened with her brother. Teyla blinked, processing what Valda had translated. A frown formed on her face. "Yes, he hurt me. But, I don't want him hurt. He is my brother." Teyla spoke to Valda before she stepped out from behind her. She stood in the moonlight, her porcelain skin almost glowing while littered with bruises. One was forming at the moment, on her breast where Adan had attacked her before. She stood before Drogo, looking up at him as she gulped.


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    valda candice snow


    Valda listened to Teyla's words and was reluctant to translate for her, as she believed that Adan was better off dead. She knew he was a monster and that that was what he deserved. But it was not her place. So instead she turned back toward Khal Drogo and repeated what Teyla had said in his native tongue.

    Drogo stood in the door of the tent and stared toward his wife with skepticism. There was still fury there, but it was slightly diminished by his confusion. Then his eyes traveled over her body, through her sheer gown and to the fresh bruises, and the fury returned.

    The khal barked out harsh words in his native before turning and leaving the tent. Valda was quick to translate: "He says that your brother is a dead man."

    Before she even finished the words, Teyla had left the tent. Valda hurried after her, trailing not far behind. Khal Drogo moved like a storm - the anger rumbling like thunder beneath his skin. Just by the looks of him, Valda could tell that he would be able to kill Adan with just one hit.

    Teyla hurried after him, though he was larger and his strides took him farther. Still, she was closing the distance.

    The entire khalasar had their eyes on the pair, their soft voices drifting in the cool breeze. They watched from the shadows as their khal made his way toward Adan's tent and as their khaleesi chased after him.

    Then Teyla was in front of him, and yet he kept moving, pushing her aside with a rough shove. Valda was quick to catch her by the arm and hold her upright.

    "You are a dragon." She reminded her firmly, to give her courage to stand up to her husband.

    Teyla had the blood of the past dragons in her veins and thus she had power within her. She simply needed to learn to use it. Though Valda could tell that her brother had beaten her to the point where she had lost sight of who she truly was. Valda understood this all too well. She had been assaulted in many forms and at one point was determined to put an end to it, but she refused to let any man rid her of the light within. She wished she could say that she was a light that never went out, but she flickered from time to time.

    The slave girl followed after the pair at a safe distance, ready to translate for her, or even step in, if need be. The khal had almost made it to Adan's tent when Teyla moved to step in front of him again. He stopped this time and stared down at her with those empty eyes. Valda held her breath.






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



    Teyla's chest rose and fell quickly as she stared up at her husband, hoping his fury would quench and she could please him and forget everything that had happened that day. Teyla turned her head to the side as Valda translated her words to her husband before she looked back up at the Khal. She saw the confusion in his eyes and she inhaled. She supposed it looked strange from the outside. Adan had abused her and raped her but she still wanted him alive. He was the only family she had left and she refused to let that go. She loved her brother and refused to let her husband hurt him or kill him. Her eyes lit with a fire as she watched her husband. His eyes scanned her body once more before he grunted out some words in his native tongue. He marched out of the tent and Teyla inhaled sharply. Valda stepped beside her and was quick to translate. Her eyes widened and she darted out of the tent and after her husband. She panted softly, chasing after her husband as she lifted the ends of her dress. She was barefoot and could slip in the mud at any given point but she refused for someone else to slaughter her last piece of family. she would never forgive Drogo if he did this. She grunted and pushed past people, still pursing her husband. She did not want to lose Adan, not like this. He may abuse her but he was all she had left. She would be... lost without him. Teyla still chased after her husband, picking up speed. She lifted her dress further and her red curls bounced as she ran. She huffed as she came running in front of him, attempting to stop him. But he shoved into her and kept going. Teyla cried out and went flying to the ground, slipping in the mud. Valda caught her before she hit the ground and the Princess panted softly. She felt anger boil inside of her like a fire and she felt her lips curl into a snarl. Valda reminded her that she was a dragon and their eyes met for a moment. Teyla panted and nodded, pushing herself to stand. She ran after her husband once more, her anger fueling her. She finally caught up to her husband, shoving herself in front of him. He stopped this time, the both of them standing just before Adan's tent. She panted heavily and a fire lit in her eyes.


    The Khalessi was covered in mud but none of that seemed to bother her. Her red curls fell over her shoulder and onto her back as tears brimmed her eyes. The entire Khalasar held their breaths as they watched their Queen. Teyla grunted and shoved Drogo in the chest, not moving him a muscle. She should have guessed that would happen. A fire burned in her blue-green eyes as she panted heavily. She cried out and shoved him again, this one sounding more like a roar. She panted as she stared up at her husband, the fire refusing to leave her eyes. She inhaled deeply and shoved him once more. A sob left her lips and she hit him in the chest. "No." Teyla spoke firmly, her bottom lips quivering. She was afraid, afraid to lose what little family she had left. She would defend Adan, even if he wouldn't do the same for her. She gulped and looked around, seeing the entire Khalasar watching her with wide eyes. She looked back up at her husband, the fire swimming in her eyes as a tear ran down her cheek. "No." Teyla spoke once more, shaking her head.


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    valda candice snow


    The breath caught in Valda's throat as she watched Teyla stand before her husband. The khaleesi shoved Drogo, not moving him an inch. She shoved and shoved and told him no. The khalsar held their breath, waiting for their khal to teach his wife a lesson. The man simply stared down at her, at her tears and muddy dress, but the fury had left his gaze.

    The slave girl's muscles tensed as Drogo moved suddenly. He wrapped his arms around Teyla's waist and lifted her up, as easily as he would a twig, and slung her over his shoulder. Everyone watched as he walked back toward their tent with purpose, never breaking stride. And as he opened the flap, disappearing inside, Valda had half a mind to run after them. But everyone was watching and she couldn't risk it.

    So instead she walked close to the tent, close enough to kick dirt over the flames of the fire she had made earlier that night, and listened closely. She heard no muffled screams of pain or grunts of any sort. She heard no cries for help. She felt slightly relieved, but she still decided to check on her khaleesi in the morning.

    She walked back toward the grass palace where the other slave girls slept, in hay and thin bedrolls, and all the while kept an ear out for Teyla.



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    khal drogo


    As they reached the tent, Khal Drogo set his wife down gently and stepped back. In the tent, they could have privacy. His entire khalasar assumed he would fuck her or beat her or both. Drogo was not this type of man. But he could not appear weak or his people would turn on him, so he brought her back into their tent where there were no prying eyes.

    The khal reached his hand forward, rubbing away her tears with his thumb. He did not like to see her so upset. She was his wife, she would always be his wife. He wanted her to be happy.

    Drogo stepped forward and he placed his rough hands onto the sides of her face. He then brought his forehead to hers and spoke in a soft, raspy voice, "You are the smell before rein, you are the blood in my veins."

    It was not a common saying among the Dothraki, as it was their version of saying they loved you, and they had no actual word for love. And he knew that she did not understand what he said, but he hoped his tone of voice would convey the message.

    He then pulled away and walked over to their bed. He sat there, staring up at her with those glassy eyes, then laid down, caked in the mud from her dress, the sheets crumpled beneath him. He closed his eyes, but he did not sleep. He waited for his wife to join him.






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



    Teyla expected him to yell at her, curse at her. To hit her even, or shove her back down and kill her brother anyways. She expected the worst, in so many possibilities. She expected not to have a brother by the time the sun was up and to be the last of her line. She expected to never forgive her husband for killing her brother and hating every moment she spent with him, never loving him. She expected him to hit her, like so many others had. No one would dare do such a thing as she had to the Khal, not even his wife. She expected all gentleness from the night before would disappear and she would just be an empty shell of a girl she had once been. But that was not the case. Teyla watched the fury leave his eyes and she exhaled shakily, tears running down her cheeks. Had she done it? Had she saved her family, finally? And Teyla's eyes widened as her husband moved quickly. He grabbed her waist, lifting her as easily as he would lift a leaf. Her body was thrown over his shoulder and she cried out in surprise, grunting as his shoulder stabbed into her stomach. She pushed against him, trying to fight his strong grip. She fought and wiggled and grunted, trying to escape his grasp. She felt the fire burning in her eyes as she refused to submit to him. She would not give herself as easily as these other women would. She refused. Teyla sighed, wincing slightly as they entered the tent. He set her down gently and she shoved him back with a pant, tears in her fire-filled eyes. She stared deeply into his eyes, her bottom lips quivering. She wanted him to understand. She wanted him to know why she couldn't allow her brother to be hurt. She had to protect her family, no matter the cost. Teyla winced as Drogo reached forward and she watched him carefully. He wiped the tears from her face and she gulped, her eyes meeting his. She shakily exhaled and gently placed her own hands on his, smiling softly at him. She knew he would be gentle with her, just as he had been the night before. She wished she could speak his language, to let her know how much this meant to her.


    Drogo leaned in and pressed his forehead to hers. Teyla sighed deeply and closed her eyes, their warm breaths mixing. She inhaled his scent, a small smile on her face. He smelled of fire wood and leather, as she expected him too. But also cinnamon, which was something she was not expecting. She opened her eye as he spoke, her thumb gently running across the back of his hand. He spoke in his native tongue so she couldn't understand him but based on the tone he used, she could tell it was loving words. He pulled away from her and walked to the bed. She sighed at his sudden absence and her hands instinctively reached out to him. She coiled them back and she inhaled, seeing him lay on the bed. She smiled softly at the sight, taking in his beauty in the moonlight. She watched him laying there and then down at her dress, wondering if she should do as Valda had taught her. She clutched the top of her dress, her heart racing against her chest. Teyla closed her eyes as she exhaled slowly. "Let me be brave." Teyla whispered in a voice that was barely audible. She lifted her chin and opened her eyes, watching her husband. She gulped. "No." She said bravely, watching as Drogo opened his eyes to look at her. She moved to untie her night dress, untying it with her nimble fingers. Drogo's eyes watched her with intent and she watched him through her lashes. She finished untying her dress and let it slowly slide down her body, pooling at her feet. She lifted her chin, her red curls cascading down her back as her chest rose and fell quickly with each sigh.


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