Leaving
"Your tent is much better than mine's," Viserys commented. The Pillows stacked just off to the left were larger and more beautiful than the ones he had been provided with. In the center of the tent rested a couple of slaves, in their hands, were pieces of fabric. Off to the side was a table laced in gold, atop of it were a couple of silver chalices. The bath basin was off to the far right; it was larger, large enough to fit three people.
"It's my husband's tent," was Daenerys' only reply. Viserys noticed the look on Daenerys' face as she mentioned him. If she wasn't in love it was safe to say she was infatuated.
"Dear sister, I apologize for selling you to these savages. It was a mistake. Gather your things together we're leaving."
"What are you talking about?"
"Jorah, you take care of the two guards. I'll take care of the slaves." Pulling out his sword, Viserys gaze locked on the two slaves. Both were female and fairly pretty had they not been in such a hurry he surely would have requested one in his own tent.
"No leave them alone, you don't have to kill them," Daenerys took her place in front of the two slaves. Fear could be seen in their eyes but Viserys could care less.
"We can't leave them alive dear sister, they'll alert the people and we need a bit of time to get away."
"Who will carry out things? Who will set up camp? Jorah can't do everything alone and male slaves are likely to escape with just us around. They won't, not if I tell them everything will be alright." The more she spoke the more Viserys wanted to agree but he didn't want to risk it.
"She's right my king, we could use them on our journey." Turning to Jorah Viserys watched as he dragged in the body of the first Dothraki guard that was standing outside.
"Fine, they can carry the Dragon Eggs." Viserys watched as Daenerys turned back to the Dothraki Slaves speaking Dothraki. Jorah soon finished dragging in the second body making sure to wipe his hands he returned to the side of Viserys.
"Now what, my Liege?"
"Now we leave," Viserys grinned. He had already planned it all out, even if he couldn't sell Daenerys again he could at the very least sell her Dragon Eggs. One of those was surely enough for a fleet of ships. Buying an army wouldn't be much of a problem.
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Kyra sat calmly outside of Drogo's tent as a slave appeared from within.
"How is he?" She asked worried only about how Aegon would react if Drogo didn't survive.
"He's fine just resting." Nodding her head she turned her attention back to the skies. The moon floated beautifully up above, in a couple of hours the sun would rise and a new day would begin. She hoped Aegon would be back by then.
"Lady Kyra, The princess she's gone!" A female slave ran hurriedly towards Kyra.
"What do you mean she's gone?" Kyra asked.
"I went to change places with one of the other girls and when I arrived the tent was empty. Two Dothraki guards are dead, their bodies were hidden in the tent."
"7 hells," Kyra muttered under her breath. She had to make a choice, stay, and guard Khal Drogo's tent or go after Daenerys. Thinking about it she realized it wasn't much of a choice. Drogo was currently safe in a tent sleeping. Daenerys was out there, who knows where. Aegon would go after her immediately, standing up she looked at the two slaves.
"Protect this tent with your lives, gather a couple of male slaves to help. Rabi will be notified of your efforts, I have to go after the princess"
Aegon
Where would I place a pregnant woman if I not only wanted to keep her safe but captive? The Khal's tent? It wouldn't be dark for much longer and if I wished to find Nethimi and take her away safely it would best if I did it while everyone else rested. The tents in the center would be my targets. Holding Nethimi anywhere else would be stupid.
I found her resting in a tent not too far away from the largest tent which I presumed was Khal Moro's. I would take care of him later for now getting Nethimi out of here was my first priority. Two guards laid asleep outside of her tent, I made quick work of them. Making sure to hold the first guard's mouth shut while I slit his throat, he croaked without much of a sound. I did the same to the other, wiping the blood from my knife. I placed it back in its holster. Looking into the tent Nethimi seemed to be sleeping quite comfortably. Who knew pregnant women could sleep so well while they were being held captive.
I wasn't sure how jumping would affect the baby, but I didn't have much of a choice. Walking out of the Khalsar with a pregnant woman was next to impossible. Placing my hand on her shoulder I focused more than I usually would when jumping. Hoping to avoid any sound that could offset the Khalasar. While also hoping to lessen any effects jumping would have on pregnant women.
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