Read Khal Drogo’s (POV) of our wedding, Here
Read Daenerys meet’s Khal Drogo here
I felt as if I was caught in a whirlwind, spinning out of control and surely about to faint. I was now married, a woman grown, a Khalessi, though I felt as though I was still a scared little girl. The ceremony seemed to last for ever, so much was going on around me, things that made me want to run away or close my eyes, or hit my brother…anything but this. I glanced over at him, the Khal was proud, beautiful and completely expressionless. I wondered if he noticed me sitting beside him. The blood-flies were buzzing around me, I swatted at them repeatedly they were unrelenting, I was a very lucky bride, to be seated in a place of such high honor, next to the meat.
Just beyond the platform were more than forty thousand Dothraki screamers. As I watched the mayhem unfolding before me, the entertainment was not what I had expected. Naked woman “dancing” then being mounted by more than one warrior, these warriors would then fight to the death for their “right” to mount. At least three Dothraki warriors would die this night. Death was expected as part of a successful Dothraki wedding (At least, this is what the Magister had told me).
The tradition of the “Bridal gift’s” seemed far less savage, I was given many beautiful and strange gift’s (acquired no doubt, by the sacking various cities). Drogo’s bloodriders gave me beautiful gilded weapons, that according to tradition, I was to refuse and had them given to my new husband. The exiled knight, Ser Jorah stepped forward and handed me his gift’s, a stack of books and scrolls from the seven kingdoms ~he was kind and it felt good to have someone other than my brother to talk with~. Magister Illirio, gifted me a chest containing three dragon’s egg’s, he over time they had turned to stone ~I had never seen stone such as this, the colors of the scales, were vivid and beautiful~. Khal Drogo, stood up and began walking away from the wedding platform. I followed behind him, unsure of what was to come. The crowd parted and before me stood a stunning silver and white mare, ~she was the color of ice and smoke ~ Khal Drogo, spoke to me in Dothraki, Magister Illirio told me he said “silver for the silver in your hair”, “he choose the pride of the Khalasar for his Khaleesi”.
~I found it hard to look into his eyes for very long, then he would see how afraid I was by the look in my eyes.~ Drogo lifted me like a doll onto the mare’s tiny saddle. The Dothraki parted further and began calling out ‘Khaleesi”, I lightly spurred my Silver and began to gallop, it felt good to ride again. Before I knew it I was racing my Silver so fast, I felt as if I was flying. I could longer make out the faces in the crowds and all at once I was alone…free. I rode faster and faster, ahead a blazing fire roared, I kept going. This mare knew what I intended, she felt almost like an extension of my own body. Suddenly I was high above the flames, fire kissing the hooves of my Silver , the wind in my hair, nothing in the world mattered. When we touched the ground a great dust cloud enveloped us, it was as if I was a phoenix rising from the ashes, a new life awaited. I circled back, keeping my eyes focused on Drogo’s, he was smiling at me ~I realized I was no longer afraid, I had never know this feeling.~. I called out to the Magister and asked him to tell the Khal, that he had given me the wind!
Our First Ride:
Khal Drogo, nodded and spurred into his stallion, it was time. I followed behind him, taking in the sites, sounds and smells, knowing that everything would be different on the morrow.
We dismounted, Drogo tethered the horses to a tree and started toward me, with each step he took the scenery behind him blurred and all that I could see was his copper skin and all that I could hear was the sound of bells. Stiff with fear and tears covering my cheeks, I attempted to keep the sighs to myself. Drogo, reached up and wiped my tears from my face, softly whispering “no”. My legs began to buckle, I thought I might faint, I wished he would talk to me, say something other than “no”. Longing for comfort and reassurance, I reached out to him and touched his face “please say something” I asked.
He took my hair in his hands sliding it threw his fingers, breathing softly along side my face, sending shivers down my spine. He was whispering in Dothraki to me, I felt the kindness in his voice . He lifted me up and placed me on a rock in front of him, as he sat on the ground in front of me (he was so large, we still made eye contact) . He said nothing with his mouth, though the look in his eyes was more than enough. I began removing the tiny bells from his braid, neither of us spoke a word. I unraveled his braid, his long uncut black locks spilling down around his shoulders, he was truly magnificent. I urged me to stand and gently began removing my wedding silks. I was naked, under an open sky, I felt so exposed and I tried sharply covering my body, Drogo lifted my chin and said “no” he wanted me to be unashamed (He thought I was beautiful, I wanted to feel that way myself.). He sat again cross legged watching me, drinking in every part of me, I felt like he could see all the way through to my soul. Touching me tenderly, he traced the curves of my body. His hands read my lips and caressed my neck his hands sliding down my spine and around my hips onto my stomach. The moment was so intense, I was inexperienced yet my body was knew how to react. He pulled me onto his lap, kissing me deeply, touching my breasts softly yet he wanted more, I knew. Pulling back he said “no”, though he meant it as a question? I leaned in and whispered yes.