ตอน 30: Battle

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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Jumping with another person was harder. It took more out of me, it was something I would have to practice knowing it could come in handy. Nethimi still slept comfortably, the morning sickness women usually felt meant the dizziness would have no effect on her.

"Ser Jorah, how far away are we from a city?" A familiar voice entered my ears, looking around I spotted Viserys, Jorah Mormont, and my own wife Daenerys riding through the grass plains of the Dothraki Sea. Behind them walked two slaves carrying a chest, one I was quite familiar with. Daenerys had received that chest the day of our wedding, inside were the Dragon eggs.

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Drogo's tent

Appearing inside of Drogo's tent I placed Nethimi next to the sleeping Drogo, the effects of the paralytic would fade soon. Maybe having her next to him would speed up his recovery. Who knows how love affects the body?

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Reappearing next to my horse I quickly untied it before heading in the direction Daenerys was heading. They weren't used to traveling in the grass plains they had spent two weeks with the Dothraki. They were simply doing their best to travel back the way we had come. Thinking it best to cut them off I sped forward, they had to make sure their horses didn't tire. I found it laughable that they were somehow escaping with my wife. It was only luck that I had appeared when I did, had I not assigned Kyra to guard Drogo's tent this surely wouldn't have happened.

It didn't take long to overtake them Speeding forward. I stopped my horse knowing they would soon appear before me. Just as I had predicted soon, a boisterous Viserys appeared. He had no doubt been eyeing those dragon eggs since the very moment Illyrio had gifted them to Daenerys. Only he didn't know their true value, who needs a boat when you can fly across the narrow sea. Who needs an army when you have a dragon capable of destroying whole armies by itself.

"My King, It seems we've been discovered," Jorah said as he stopped his horse drawing attention to me. There was a playful smile on my face as I looked at them, turning my attention to Daenerys I couldn't help but wink. This fool honestly believed he could escape with my wife and three dragons. The fact that he was my uncle was a bit disappointing, I could never understand the thoughts of such a fool.

"He's only one man Jorah, you should take care of him," Viserys spoke arrogantly.

"Of course my king," Jorah unsheathed his sword looking at me. "Let us pass." He spoke in Dothraki.

Did he not want to fight? Had he heard the stories of Drogo's and I conquest, the armies of Dothraki we had pacified? He couldn't beat me in 1 on1 fight.

"And why would I do that?" I replied in the common tongue. There was no longer a reason to keep up the facade. Viserys had destroyed all chances of me allowing him to live. He and Jorah would die soon as would Khal Moro. I had wished to wait until after the birth of Drogo's child to birth the dragons but it seems fate has other plans.

"You speak the common tongue?" Jorah asked, surprised.

"I would ask if you were surprised but that is quite obvious." Pulling out my own sword I felt it hum for blood. Maybe that was just my imagination, Jorah Mormont was a lecher. I wasn't sure if he should die by my hands or be sacrificed to the Dragons.

"Valyrian Steel," Once again Jorah Mormont couldn't hide his surprise.

"Straight from the old city herself," I hadn't named the sword yet, I wasn't exactly good with names.

This wasn't a Joust I wouldn't remain on my horse. Jumping down I watched as Ser Jorah did the same with a solemn look on his face.

"Tell me Ser Jorah what were the contents of the last raven you sent," I didn't wish to reveal the whole truth just yet. Ser Jorah was a rat for the Iron Throne, it was quite laughable. His wife had cucked him all because he couldn't support her lavish lifestyle and to win her back he joined the slave trade looking to make coin. Unfortunately, he was caught and both he and his wife were banished from the Seven Kingdoms. Had Varys not offered him this last chance at regaining his honor he may have lived the rest of his life in a brothel drinking himself to death.

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3rd Person Pov

Jorah didn't reply, it seemed he was getting used to being surprised by Aegon. Instead, he pulled out a sword of his own. Aegon wasn't exactly the best at using a sword, he had trained with an arakh his whole life which was completely different. Luckily he had something else up his sleeve which increased his chances of Killing Ser Jorah.

"I wonder if your wife's doing well? That old cunt sure is cunning, stealing your wife right from under you." Aegon continued doing his best to anger Ser Jorah. He understood that even the calmest of men would fall into their anger if you mentioned their wives being fucked by other men.

"Arghh," Ser Jorah stepped in quickly raising his sword above his head he brought it down swiftly. Aegon cracked a smile as their blades collided, a battle of strength soon commenced. Aegon seemed to be on the losing end, Jorah was a trained knight who had fought in plenty of wars.

"It's funny, you sold slaves only to become a slave to the crown yourself," Aegon spoke and with the subtlest movement of his finger, another force began to pressure Ser Jorah's Sword. Aegon pushed Ser Jorah's blade to the side before swinging his own at the abdomen of Jorah.

Raising one of his hands Jorah's attempt to stop the strike failed as his hand was cut straight through. Aegon's blade cut across his abdomen but had lost its velocity due to cutting straight through Jorah's hand. Only Valyrian steel was the sharpest of swords, even with little velocity, it managed to draw blood from the abdomen of Jorah.

The sound of horses galloping seemed to be Ser Jorah's saving grace. Looking past him I noticed Kyra. Behind her were a couple of Dothraki, a gleam could be seen in her eyes as she noticed me.

"My Prince, what should we do with them?" Kyra asked riding past Ser Jorah she stopped her horse next to my own.

"Escort them back to the Khalasar, Daenerys feel free to join me." Aegon cleaned the blood from his sword before placing it back in its sheath.