August 5, 2012 in A Clash of Kings, A Storm of Swords, Daenerys and Ser Jorah Mormont, Daenerys Targaryen, Dothraki, Fan-Art, Fan-Fic, Game Of Thrones, House Targaryen, Uncategorized by Daenerys Targaryen
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I awoke to the bright sun burning my eyes,I know not how long I slept, seemed like days. Stumbling from the warmth of silken covers, donning a robe, I then roamed out onto the marble porch.
Breathing in the morning air -I sighed, knowing the road ahead of me would be anything but easy. I broke my fast on persimmons and sweet wine, enjoying the brief silence. My meal was interrupted by the approaching footsteps of a very excited Bear. Ser Jorah, looking as though he had not slept in at least two moons “Khaleesi” Ser Jorah announced, “I trust you slept well” Strangely yes I did, thank you for asking, “My Queen, we must travel to the docks to look at ships, waiting any longer would lessen our chances for finding more than one” Ser Jorah grunted, “Yes Jorah, I’m ready “. Deciding it was time to dress like a Khaleesi, these fine silks would not donned Dothraki riding clothes, feeling far more comfortable in sand silk pants and a painted vest, ready to make the trek to the Meerenise docks. “Errm, Khaleesi, I have ordered a Palanquin to be readied outside” Sternly spoke, Ser Jorah, “Nonsense, I will ride my horse as a Khaleesi would, be reminded Ser, I’m no the child bride you met in Pentos, you need not worry” Ser Jorah conceded , picked up a golden platter and called out Fichas ei hoshor ma dan “Take all the gold and Jewels!!”.
Ser Jorah? “Yes Khaleesi?” Did it not seem so very real? “Umm, yes, for a time. At least the food and drink were real enough.” “No, I mean, did it not feel like we were finally on our way…home?” I asked, Ser Jorah replied, while we looked back at the palace, “yes Deanerys…errm Khaleesi, for a short time, it did”. Ser Jorah placed his hand on the small of my back, practically shoving me down the stairs to the courtyard.“Jorah, I am capable of leaving on my own, you know” I murmured, feeling every bit the cub. “Khalessi, the sooner we leave the place the better off we shall all be, come now” he snorted. Laughing I went along, he was clearly in no mood to joke. Waiting outside was my silver mare, a bride gift from Khal Drogo. Silver was rumored to be dead, but we had found her in Xaro’s stable surrounded by camels. I mounted her, digging my heels into her I called out to the Khalasar “Dothrakh!” (Ride).