It was around 6 hours later that I finally received the raven from Rabi. Inside was not only the location of the final Khalasar but also information I hadn't requested. The current Khal of said group, Khal Moro, was someone whose name I immediately recognized.
Dany had her moments. One I particularly remembered was her burning the group of Khal alive. Khal Moro was one of those Khal's it seemed he was meant to die by Targaryen hands. He had no doubt heard the stories of how Drogo's Khalasar had been growing larger and larger. With each battle, another Khal died and our numbers only grew stronger. Fear can make a man foolish, Stealing the wife of Drogo was a good plan. Only what would that truly bring, if she was his best bargaining chip I would take her away from him.
Walking towards my tent I quickly grabbed my sword. Daenerys sat amongst the pillows as one of the Dothraki braided her hair.
"I will return soon," Walking over to her I placed a kiss on her forehead before exiting the tent once again.
"You're going alone?" Kyra asked as she stood outside the tent.
"Didn't I tell you to watch over Drogo's tent?"
"Nope," She replied as she checked her short sword before placing it back in its sheath.
"Well you should do that," I said walking past her.
"Are you sure you won't need help? What are you going to do against a whole Khalasar? I should be there to watch your back." She was worried.
"No, this attack happened in the center of our Khalasar. Someone might have helped them get in without being sighted. I need you to watch over Drogo, they might come after him again. Take a couple of blood riders with you and make sure to set a couple up outside of my Tent. I'll return with Nethimi."
A horse had already been prepared for me, I was mostly using it to keep up appearances. Making my way out of our encampment, I rode a ways ahead before stopping. Tying the horse to a tree I began to look around. The raven from Rabi mentioned that the final Khalasar was camped west of us. It seems they were also traveling to the Dosh Khaleen.
At first, I wanted to just constantly teleport west so that I could eventually reach their camp but I wanted to try something out. Looking up into the sky I felt the world around me come to a halt. The feeling of sinking into a pool of water, I'd never get over this.
*QWOO*
The wind sent hair falling as a gut-wrenching pressure hit my gut, I was currently hundreds of feet in the air and falling. Taking a moment to get used to the feeling, I wondered if this was how Dragons felt when they flew. Opening my eyes I began to look around, just as Rabi has said the final Khalasar was camped to the west. The lights from the fire gave them away and like most Dothraki, they were currently partying. I had the information I wanted but I didn't want to leave the peacefulness skydiving gave me.
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Kyra
Kyra stood outside of Drogo's tent, making sure no one else entered. She wondered how Aegon was currently doing. She understood that it wouldn't take him too long to find the other Khalasar. She only wondered how he would fare against the other Khalasar. He wouldn't admit it but she could tell he was angry. He sometimes spoke of his indifference in the lives of those around him but Drogo was his brother. The amount of time they had spent together mattered. She wondered if something happened to her would Aegon be so enthusiastic about getting his revenge? Shaking her head she rid herself of such thoughts. Looking into the tent she took notice of the still sleeping Khal Drogo.
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Viserys
"My king this is not a good idea," Jorah said as she followed after Viserys.
"What are you talking about Mormont, this is the perfect Idea. Khal Drogo is probably dead, why else would Khal Qora leave the Khalasar. The moment the rest of the Dothraki find out it'll be an all out war for the right to be Khal. We won't matter when that happens. Do you want to be sold into slave hood Jorah?" Viserys turned around looking into the eyes of Jorah.
"No my King," Jorah spoke honestly.
"Good, so follow me and we'll be out of here before the fighting begins." Turning back around he picked up speed as he spotted Aegon's tent. He was stopped as Jorah's hand landed on his shoulder.
"Those two are meant to protect the princess, they may not let us enter," Jorah spoke, getting a Solemn nod from Viserys.
Viserys took a second to think before a smile appeared on his face. "Watch and learn." Stepping forward he walked straight forward in kingly fashion as if the all of the world was meant to kneel before him. Ignoring the two Dothraki he tried to step between them right into the tent. Two arms blocked his path causing Viserys to get angry.
"I just want to talk to my sister," Viserys said with a bit of anger in his voice.
Jorah stood behind him repeating the words to the Dothraki in their own language. Seeing them begin to speak Viserys turned his attention back to Jorah.
"They say no one is allowed without the permission of Khal Qora or Khal Drogo," Jorah repeated the words back to Viserys in english.
Shaking his head Viserys couldn't help but laugh at their attempts to keep up appearances. Drogo was dead that much he was sure of.
"Dany!" Yelling into the tent Viserys chose the simplest of ways. Khal Qora had already left and he wasn't going to get permission from a dead man. He was a king, Daenerys King, she would follow orders.
It wasn't long before Daenerys poked her head out of the tent confused to find her brother and the Knight Jorah Mormont.
"How can I help you brother?" Daenerys asked with a bit of confusion in her voice.
"Tell these two buffoons to allow me into your tent." Viserys ordered.
Turning to the two bloodriders Daenerys began to speak and what little Dotrhaki she had learned in the past 2 weeks. She had always been good at learning languages so it didn't sound too bad.
The guards agreed without much fuss. Kyra had ordered them to protect the tent against threats and neither Viserys or Jorah seemed to be much of a threat. Not to mention Aegon's standing amongst the Dothraki was equal to Drogo. It only proved how deep their brotherly bond truly was, Drogo understood that Aegon did not wish to rule the Dothraki. He had nothing to worry about, his brother could be trusted with his life let alone his Khalasar.
Viserys nodded his head stepping past the guards covering his nose to ignore the smell of such savages.