3 The Kind Khaleesi

3 months Later

"You're a quick learner I know people who even after years don't fully grasp the language of the Dothraki," Rabi said as he congratulated me.

Learning a language was a lot easier when all of the people around spoke it, I'm sure I sounded funny to the Dothraki people I had learned their language but I wasn't the most fluent at speaking it. Right now I could basically understand most of what everyone was saying but It would take a while longer to be able to speak as if it was English.

I had learned that the Dothraki believed in strength most of all, me being only 4 meant little to them. They taught their children to fight from a young age, I had never seen it in the show but not all of the Dothraki tribes were at peace. They believed that one day the Khal of all Khal's will arise and he will unite Khalasar's into one. In the T.V. show, Daenerys believed her son would be the one to accomplish that. Social Status was different here they believed that if a man couldn't ride a horse he was weak.

From what I could tell almost every Dothraki there believed I was weak, I'd have to agree.

"The Khal wishes to speak with you, Aegon," I nodded standing up I followed Rabi out of the tent. The Dothraki still looked at me the way they did when I had first entered the fray a couple of months back. I wasn't sure if it was fascination or fear, I could hear the whispers some believed I was a bad omen. Entering the Khal's tent Rabi led the way the Khal sat in his seat in his hand sat a chalice. He favored a horrible tasting liquid called pepper beer something Rabi had let me try.

Rabi kneeled off to the side, slaves were required to once in the presence of a Khal or his blood riders. I never bowed, he believed I was a prince so kneeling would only mean my status was below his.

"You are to train with Drogo from now on," Khal Bharbo took a sip from his pepper beer before waving me off, it was a short conversation.

Rabi joined me as I turned to leave the tent, "You should be happy, Training with Drogo means learning the Dothraki weapon. You'll learn to horse ride, which means you'll have an official status. You probably noticed but not many people here like you, they think you're weak. Not to mention your hair color, it's different and the Dothraki do not like different."

He was right but it wasn't like I could just Dye it I wasn't even sure if it was possible to create. I mean has there been no Targaryen in history that went incognito, it's impossible with this hair.

"Rabi do you know what hair dye is?" I was taking a chance what were the chances someone had discovered how to create hair dye.

"Yes the women use it very often, most of the Dothraki have black hair but some of the women have brown hair so they'll use dye to turn it black. Do you wish to use some on your hair?"

"Yes," Do you think you can procure some for me?"

"I'm sure the Khal won't mind but even if you change your hair, they'll still look at you the same. Your eyes are a weird shade."

This was my first time hearing that, I hadn't been able to see a mirror lately, "What color are they?"

On the T.V. show, Daenerys had blue eyes, which I wouldn't mind having.

"Purple, I think the white hair stands out more or it would be your eyes that they fear."

That was a problem for another day I was lucky enough someone had created hair dye, I doubted someone had been smart enough to invent contacts.

Rabi led the way as we once again walked through the crowds of rowdy Dothraki, he led the way until we eventually ended up finding Drogo. He was currently wrestling with another boy around his age, he was most likely one of the sons of Khal Bharbo's blood riders.

The woman who had sat next to the Khal when I first arrived stood off to the side watching, I had come to learn that she was the current Khaleesi of the Dothraki. She wasn't Khal Drogo's mother she had died years before the Khal had married his current wife. Although from what I understood they didn't seem to be intimate, the Dothraki were very open people I had even heard that some Khal's share their wives with their blood riders. Khal Bharbo wasn't one of those Khal's I knew that much by how he looked at me when I was staring at the Khaleesi. That didn't change the fact that even the Khal's that chose not to share their wives with other Khal's were still very intimate in public with their wives.

They didn't exactly believe in monogamy some Khal's had more than one wife even choosing to bed the women that were pillaged from the villages they raided. Yet I hadn't seen Khal Bharbo interact intimately with one woman while I had been here.

The Khaleesi was beautiful and if my body wasn't so underdeveloped I definitely wouldn't mind being intimate with her, although the chances of death after doing such a thing were high.

I turned my attention back to the wrestling match, Drogo and the other male gripped each other's shoulders doing their best to overpower the other. Just when It seemed like a victor would be chosen Drogo pulled back forcing his opponent to lose balance, while he was falling Drogo wrapped his arms around his neck placing him into a chokehold.

Drogo was definitely younger then the guy he was facing and yet he completely overpowered him, I had always believed had he not died in the first season he would have been a hell of a guy to watch in the later season's. I just didn't understand how they expected me to train with him.

"Drogo," A beautiful voice entered the ears of everyone there, it was the Khaleesi she led Drogo to me with a smile on her face.

"I am Drogo son of Khal Bharbo," Drogo spoke in broken English it was about as good as my broken Dothraki.

"Aegon Targaryen grandson of King Aerys Targaryen," I had learned to use this phrase every time someone of status greeted me. They respected kings and for some reason, they wouldn't mistreat me as long as the Khal didn't order it.

"Bring the Arakhs," The Khaleesi spoke immediately getting a response as Rabi returned with two curved blades.

She handed one to Drogo and myself, I raised an eyebrow wondering why she was giving me a weapon.

"Don't worry you won't be fighting, yet," she laughed before grabbing an Arakh of her own.

I hadn't realized it but her English was as good as my own, maybe someone had taught her the language I wasn't exactly sure.

"This weapon will be with you for the foreseeable future," She continued speaking English and suddenly I understood why Drogo could speak it in the T.V. show. I wasn't sure if she was doing it to make it easier for me or if she was doing it to help Drogo learn the language but it didn't matter it was nice to hear someone else speak the common tongue besides Rabi.

"Every day you will train with this, you will do so until it becomes a part of yourself. Drogo one day you will be Khal Drogo, your father won't always be alive to protect you so you must prepare because you will be challenged for the right to be Khal." Drogo nodded with a stern face I noticed his hair was pretty short right now but it made sense considering he was 9 or 10 at the oldest.

"And You Aegon Targaryen one day you will repay the favor to the Dothraki, even if that means making sure Drogo becomes Khal we will be forever grateful."

I nodded although I had more questions I wondered why the Khal wasn't personally delivering this speech. I understood that the Khaleesi was meant to be respected like the Khal but I had never heard of a Khaleesi tasked with training the son of a still-living Khal.

"Follow my motions," She spoke softly but seemed so confident as she raised the Arakh above her head before executing an overhead slice. Slowly she began to run through a motion of cuts, slices, and swings she seemed like an elegant dancer. In fact, her movement reminded me of Syrio.

I did my best to do as she did the weight of the arakh made that hard but I powered through knowing eventually I would be able to keep up. Drogo didn't have a problem with the weight of the arakh instead he struggled with the motions, he was used to being brash and impulsive. The Khaleesi seemed relaxed, like a sword master, she repeated the motions once again before a smile appeared on her face as she watched both Drogo and I struggle.

An hour or so past by, sweat dripped down my face as my muscles ached in pain, I had been repeating the movements as best I could for most of that hour. Drogo was making progress beginning to follow the movements although he still looked awkward while doing so. I wasn't perturbed I knew I was younger I had less muscle not to mention I knew what Drogo would be capable of with that curved blade in the future. If The Khaleesi was the one to train him I was glad I would be a part of that.

"Drogo, you've done well today we'll pick back up tomorrow," Drogo nodded turning to me he sent me a nod before turning to head back to the camp.

"Drogo has already learned to ride a horse so I'll be teaching you to do so alone," The Khaleesi motioned for Rabi to grab two horses.

Learning to ride a horse wasn't nearly as taxing as learning to use the arakh. Not to mention the Khaleesi was an amazing teacher, she explained everything patiently. She didn't seem to fit the nature of the Dothraki they were wild and she seemed to be the complete opposite. The looks most of the people gave her proved their love for her, she was respected she fit the image of a queen to the T.

That night Rabi delivered the hair dye, it would turn my hair black similar to the Dothraki. My eyes would still lead to me getting weird looks but I believed I could handle it, the main reason I wanted to dye my hair was that I understood the kind of man Robert Baratheon was. He was a fool, his anger over the death of Lyanna Stark would mean the death of anyone even resembling a Targaryen. If Varys could get information on Daenerys he could surely get some on me, disappearing into the Dothraki would allow me to remain anonymous.

"Aegon," The voice of Rabi shook me from my thoughts, turning around I noticed he wasn't alone. The Khaleesi peered into my tent a small smile on her face, "Come we have matters to discuss and bring the dye."

I nodded standing up I follower outside of the tent, like most nights most of the Dothraki were currently partying. Drinking, fucking, and attacking each other to prove their strength. The Khaleesi held onto her smile as we walked through the crowds soon we reached a quieter area of the caravan of Dothraki.

A lone fire was lit as we stopped outside of a medium-sized tent, the Khal's tent wasn't that far off from this one. The Khaleesi led me to a large pot of water, "Take a seat."

As I took my seat she grabbed on to my shoulders, slowly she lowered my head into the water. "You must feel trapped, a prince from a faraway land trapped among a group of people you consider savages."

"No, I don't feel trapped, I was kidnapped, who knows who I would have been sold to. The Khal has taken me in, for that I'm grateful." I was definitely Aegon Targaryen but none of the memories this body had were mine. It wasn't that I didn't feel anything I just didn't know what to feel, should I love Elia Martell as a mother. I didn't know if I could, who knows how long it would be before I met her or if I would ever meet her.

"That's good, you're probably wondering why I'm the one helping you with your hair. Everything you say to Rabi is reported back to my husband, lately, he hasn't been up for socializing with others. He feels soon something bad will happen, that's the reason he's accepted you into his Khalasar."

"What are you talking about?" She continued to rub her fingers through my hair, she slowly added in the dye allowing my white hair to be completely taken over by a black substance.

"Have anyone mentioned the Stallion who mounts the world to you?"

"The Khal of all Khal's?"

"Some believe it's superstition, some believe it's a true Prophecy that will one day take place. What they don't know is there's more to the story than that, The Stallion who mounts the world will one day arise uniting the Dothraki under one Khalasar, alongside his brother the DragonLord.

"I don't have a dragon," My eyes were closed but I could feel the amused look the Khaleesi held on her face.

"Yet," She finished my sentence before soaking my head back into the water. "Khal Bharbo didn't appear that day by coincidence he called upon a witch even against the counsel of his blood riders. They waited days for your arrival and just when they were beginning to lose hope you arrived."

I was amazed, this was something I hadn't expected, I had asked myself why I was put inside this body. Hours after taking this body I'm rescued by some of the most savage people in essos, she was right it wasn't a coincidence. I could feel a subtle bit of pressure beginning to take hold of my entire being tonight would probably be a sleepless night I had much to think about.

"You will be trained like a Dothraki, and I will teach you everything you would learn if you were at home. You won't be a prince forever, you and Drogo are the hope of our Khalasar." She added to that pressure as she spoke with a small smile on her face. "For now though you should take it easy," She wrapped a cloth around my head I could already see my now black strands of hair.

"Rest well Aegon."

"Same to you Khaleesi," I turned around grabbing the cloth I began to dry my hair as I walked back to my tent things were growing interesting.