Khal Drogo POV

I rode my red across the Dothraki Sea toward Pentos. I could see it in the distance. The bells in my hair jingled as I rode, a sound I’d grow quite accustomed to over the years. The sound had become ever louder with each battle. It was a welcomed sound. The sight of Pentos in the distance was not so welcome.

I scowled, not looking forward to staying in a manse, preferring to ride my horse with my great Khalasar. The fact that the manse was mine, given to me by the magisters of Pentos so that I would spare their city didn’t change the fact that I did not like staying in it. I smiled a bit at the thought that the magisters had feared me so greatly as to give me a nine towered mansion in return for being spared destruction at the hands of my vast Khalasar. No Khal at so young an age had ever had such a huge Khalasar and I took pride on that. I was but two and thirty, so the magisters of Pentos had good reason to fear me.

Upon reaching the outskirts of the city, I ordered my Khalasar to make camp. Choosing two hundred Dothraki screamers to accompany me, I set out to the manse. This had not been a quick journey. I had set out for Pentos upon receiving word from Illyrio, an acquaintance of mine. Illyrio had heard of my desire to marry a beautiful and exotic woman, and had sent word saying he had found such a woman. But of course I deserved to marry the most beautiful woman in Essos; there had never been a Khal like me before, and I deserved a gorgeous and exotic wife to be my Khaleesi.

When I reached the manse, I was exasperated. I leaned against a pillar in the courtyard where my guests were and waited for Illyrio to arrive with this woman he had spoken of. I thought to myself “This woman had better be worth it. I will rip out Illyrio’s throat if he dragged me out here to Pentos for some commoner.” I remembered “the price” to wed this woman; I would have to lend 10,000 of my Dothraki screamers to some boy the people in Essos called “The Beggar King.” This did not sit well with me, and was yet another reason I would rip throats out should the woman not measure up to my expectations.

I was relieved when, not long after reaching the manse, a slave entered and announced that Illyrio, Viserys, and his sister had arrived. I continued to lean on the pillar until Illyrio approached me, then greeted him tersely. Illyrio seemed to sense my annoyance and quickly lead me to Viserys and his sister Daenerys.

Viserys was clutching Daenerys’ arm as we approached, which I did not like. I crossed my arms across my chest and scowled, which caught the attention of the two. As soon as Daenerys turned and smiled, all thoughts fled from my mind and I uncrossed my arms. Illyrio had not lied. Before me stood the most beautiful woman in the entire world.