20 Red Sun(2)

In Westeros, It had been a beautiful day. A slight breeze had blown through the king's landing and the surrounding lands. A perfect setting for the royal boar hunt. But no one ever expected that this day would be the end of a peaceful era.

While many houses had gathered from across the realms, many believed that this would be the day that the seven kingdoms would turn a page and start the era they had all hoped for when King Robert I Baratheon was crowned King of the Iron Throne.

After Illyrio's visit, the Master of Whispers began to focus inward and made moves to make this era all that people had hoped for. With the last Taragaryen married to a magnanimous husband that focused on a distant land, he felt that it was a fool's errand to continue his pursuit of the Targaryens' return.

However, a few still had plans of their own, hence the chaotic outcome of the Royal Boar Hunt. It all began with a murder. The murder of a Lannister. Zhano had planned long ago to assassinate Robert, and his hope lay with the faceless men.

The faceless men could become anyone, and so one had taken over the life of Lancel Lannister. It was the first time the Lannisters had been invited to anything royal since the big scandal. Besides Zhano's assassin, Cersi had plans of her own.

Next, Oberyn arrived with the Dornish party. His designs were for the Lannisters, of course. He wanted revenge for his late sister. But his overt intention was to wed his nephew to Princess Mya Baratheon. An outcome that would strengthen Dorne and the Dothraki.

Finally, an overlooked little weasel made his rounds. Creeping about with his whores, secrets, and schemes. This weasel is named Petry Baelish, but some people called him, Littlefinger. While he moved in silence to fulfill his own plan, Zhano knew full well what the man had planned and plans to do.

What Zhano never accounted for was that Petyr would take a lesson from him and move broad receding strokes. To step back was the biggest step forward.

The Royal Boar Hunt went swell. Many suitors met the princess, and their guardians curried favor with the King. All except one, Prince Oberyn Martell. Many knew why he didn't kiss the hand. And no one expected him to.

It was Varys who spoke up, and that's when things began to go sideways. He convinced the king to mend bridges. Robert then increased the list of people joining him on the hunt when it was only supposed to be the few families he believed suited for his daughter.

Littlefinger then found this move suspicious and used the favor that he cultivated with Ned Stark to offer him advice. Zhano would find the advice against everything that Ned Stark was made out to be.

Littlefinger convinced Ned to send his daughters to the Vale. The Royal Boar Hunt was only a precursor for the main event, the naming of the future King Consort. Littlefinger voiced his concern about the fallout, and Ned agreed. And instead of being a ain't amongst men, he weaseled.

That night after the banquet, Sansa and her sister Arya were sent from King's Landing. Ned then went to Robert and told him the words Littlefinger once told him.

"Robert." he said, "It'd be in everyone's favor for you to betroth Mya to Loras Tyrell, a family that can face the Lannisters as equals. At the same time, Dorne will not be opposed, and you don't have to fear them in our halls."

The next day, the hunt began. All was well until it wasn't. The Faceless men did his job well and exactly how Zhano wanted. He made himself seen. He was seen near the wine. He was seen pouring drinks, and finally, he was seen making an ass of himself, raving how there would be no Baratheon of King's Landing without the Lannisters.

Tywin Lannister moved quickly, but the deed was done. Meanwhile, other assassins did the real deeds, the bloody deeds. At the same time, Cersei's plan was in motion, and she merely waited for it to take effect while Littlefinger waited for the first body to drop.

The first to fall was a boar, killed by Prince Oberyn by an all-to-close spear that Sir Gregor Clegane didn't like. The day went on, but things became eerie when insects began to swarm. At first, they were few, then their numbers grew.

Cercei's plan was enacted first. A small dart was inserted into Mya and Robert's necks, reminiscent of an insect bit. By this time, Oberyn had boiled over and challenged Sir Gregor Clegane to dual, which the Mountain of a man found amusing.

The attention was held on these two for mere moments before the howls of Robert, who was gauged through the gut by a boar and then screams of Mya.

Cersi's attack had caused a rapid reaction with the poisons that the two already had in their systems. While the reaction was apparent in Mya, it took some time for people to notice the same was happening to the king.

The Faceless men saw this and moved quickly, delivering the catalyst to Quentyn Martell. He then dropped like the King and the Princess. Oberyn went mad and could only think of Lancel Lannister, so he lashed out.

A scrimmage broke out, swords were crossed, and all Ned Stark was trying to do was keep the peace. That is until he took an arm from Tywin Lannister and Sir Gregor Clegane move to save him. Ned blocked and counter while Oberyn didn't dare reengage the mountainous man. Instead, Oberyn threw his spear like a javelin, cracking Clegane's head wide open.

Ned gave him a thankful nod as the houses slowly pulled back, each swearing revenge. The Lannisters for Tywin and false accusation and the other houses for the assassinated King and princess.

Worst of all, Prince Quentyn Martell had fallen, which was seen as the last straw. Dorne and the Westerlands could never reconcile. One would have to go.

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That same night of regicide, across the narrow sea on the road to Vaes Dothrak, Princess Arianne Martell slowly roused back to consciousness on the river bank, and Khal Zhano waited for her to become aware.

"What happened?"Arianne groaned

"You tell me, princess. I was on an adventure of my own, and you stole my prize." Zhano replied.

Arianne had always been quick-witted, and It didn't take long for her to get reoriented.

In an instant, Arianne was kowtowing and apologizing.

"Am I that scary?" Zhano chuckled.

"Well…. Your reputation is well earned. What happened… I have never seen anything like that before. And that radiance…." Arianne could still feel the divinity rolling across her skin from Rehab and Ibn. She was sure that Zhano exuded the same energy during his fight against the magical carp.

"Just relax and tell me what happened," Zhano spoke calmly as he tossed her dressed to her.

Arianne dresses as she begins to recount how she was led to the river by Oberon, Zhano's Golden Eagle. Then the mysterious light, the fight, and being pulled into the vision of the past. But Zhano could tell she was holding back.

"Okay." He said, "we're going to try this again. But you should know that Oberon had at least ten other people to choose from before you. He isn't some dumb ass bird. Next, that diadem isn't a random piece of ancient magic. I saw what it did and fought the thing protecting it. So tell me what happened, or you can die right now."

'Think, Arianne. What are the odds? What are the rewards? He's a learned Dothraki. Knowing the fisher queens wouldn't be odd. His Sleipnir is an ancient magic creature gained through destiny. The diadem shouldn't be a shock. …'

"Speak," Zhano commanded, a ring of fire that encircled them.

"Okay. Okay. But you have to be honest too. You see me as a threat, right?"

"Only a fool wouldn't," Zhano replied.

"You're a threat too. But before we start talking of power and war, I want you to understand me."

"What is there to understand? "

"Everything. Just put out the fire."

"Speak first."

"Fine, I was an ugly little bitch when I was younger. Piggy with a flat chest. For hours I stared at a portrait of Princess Daenerys I Targaryen. The epitome of beauty with all her Valyrian features. I prayed, I begged the gods to take pity on me…

Then I learned that beauty wasn't enough. In the end, they still killed my aunt; all her beauty did was get her raped before death. I saw a beautiful Lannister become the new queen and her husband fucks around on her, and she's like a caged bird…

My mother was thrown away, and I never saw her again until recently. But by the time these realizations happened, the gods had heard me and gave me beauty, took away my weight, and gave me a nice ass and buxom breasts. But in truth, all I wanted was a sword and a mind that outpaced all others…

However, I had a monster in me. A beast that craved carnality. I had my first cock by my thirteenth name day. And I realized that beauty still has some power. I then put all of me into gaining supporters and building establishments. Playing the game of politics for big and small gains…

But that hunger never died. You don't need to hear about all of my past plans. But when I heard of you, I decided I would become yours. As the princess of Ny Sar. I could build the greatest house the world had ever seen. And with a man like you on the throne, I could set my beast free, and unlike my father, I know you will praise me…."

"What makes you think the Dothraki Empire needs another beast? Your mind is sharp. But your hand is weak. The game of thrones is nothing like a game of whores, men, and parties. In this game, every move is life or death, sacrifice or salvation. One wrong move, and everything crumbles like a house of cards. Besides your need for gratification and the freedom to do as you please, why should I keep you?"

Arianne was forced to think. In all that confidence and cunning, she came up with nothing but what she heard from her godly ancestors.

"Because I'm a slumbering dragon. A roc on the peak. An unsheathed sword. Use me. You're different. You felt like them… you felt like the gods."

"What gods?" Zhano's brow furrowed.

"Rehab and Ibn. They came to me and told me where my blood comes from. They chose me… but I still lack confidence. Those words I said were theirs. I want to do so much, but I have no idea where to start. Even when I look like I know something, I'm lost."

"Forget everything you think you know. Forget about your daddy issues, misguided youth, and plans for some grand future. Your life change the moment you jumped into that river, so tell me about it." Zhano spoke with a tone like low thunder.

"I was worried," Arianne admitted. " You had been gone for a long time, and no one was looking for you. You're uniting a world, giving people a new lease on life. You gave a woman children and honor your mother. And still, no one was worried. But I was. I knew you were near that light, so I jumped in to find you. Dead or alive."

"So it was appreciation?" Zhano asked.

"No, I don't know..."

"You think you're better than my mother?" Zhano asked.

"T-that's not what I'm saying..."

" Maybe they have that much faith in my power," Zhano said.

" They don't care!" Arianne lashed out, " they never care no matter how much you give them. I know how lonely the world gets, and you were down there alone while thousands of your people did nothing!"

" Is that how you felt in Dorne?" Zhano asked as he finally saw the root of this woman.

"Yes…" Arianne's voice became small.

" Move pawns and not hearts."

Arianne trembled. " who said that?"

"I did. You have an enormous, empathetic heart, Arianne. I can see your strength. But you have no friends, never made love, and never truly gave into carnality. It's why you're hungry and confused. You would rather become a chess master than connect. You fear connection because your first connections are reminders of how fickle human nature is. How much a human can disappoint."

Zhano took a deep breath. "We should do this more often. Come to me and talk. Let's understand who Arianne Nymeros Martell is and how we can make the best version of her. I won't kill you. But I want you to walk by faith and not by sight. I want you to forget all the bad things you ever saw and place a little faith in me. Just a little. I will teach you the wonders of life, the pleasures of the heart."

Zhano now stood in front of Arianne as his large hand was placed on her chest. Arianne placed her hand over his and looked up at him. She surprised herself as she never thought she would stand in front of a nacked Zhano, and instead of his cock and seed, she wanted a hug and more of his words.

"How do I trust you?" Arianne asked.

"By practicing mutual trust. Have you ever heard of a blood oath?"

Arianne nodded.

"We do one tonight, and whatever becomes of us, we'll handle it together." said Zhano, "You said Rehab and Ibn choose you. I know what it is like to be chosen. What a god can't choose is how you use your gifts. That's the greatness of the human element. Right now, you're worthless and barely know yourself or your true direction in life. But you will get there. Come on."

Zhano dressed and collected his catch before he and Arianne returned to the Khalasar. Along the way, they spoke of all the small dreams and goals they had as children and the many failures they experienced.

Zhano had never thought much of Arianne. While she seemed like an imperfect woman striving to become complete, a quality which Zhano loved, he remained cautious as the gods always had an end game, and Arianne was now directly connected to them.

However, Arianne was a breath of fresh air. She wasn't Qoni, Azhi, or Daenerys. Arianne had her own way, and it felt more modern. Zhano figured that Arianne spoke to the Miller inside of him, and he couldn't help his attraction toward the beauty. Her casually flirtatious ways had a way of relaxing Zhano.

When the two returned to the Khalasar, Zhano handed over all the fish except for the magical carp. Instead, he gave it to Arianne, much to everyone's surprise. It wasn't that everyone knew it was magical. They were more simple-minded. The Carp was enormous, and killing it would take effort, effort not easily expended for someone with no value. Though, Zhano paid them no mind.

Once a few slaves took away the carp, Zhano took Arianne to see Serena, where they explained what happened, and Arianne retold the experience she had in the legendary realm of the Fisher Queens and her blood origins.

Serena was dumbstruck, to say the least. When she reached out to take the diadem, she encounter a protective force that stung her. She could only examine with her eyes and be stunned by the ancient craftsmanship and the exquisite beauty of the ancient runes, most likely carved by gods.

When enough time had passed, Zhano regained Serena's attention and asked her to perform the blood oath to magically bind him and Arianne. While her power could be a threat, it could become his greatest weapon.

Serena didn't hesitate as she led the pair away and performed a blood oath that would bond the two for life. Arianne and Zhano both felt a sense of relief. But with the matter solved, Zhano returned to his tent to take in the recent changes.

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In the God Realm...

"Fuck! Vezhof! You weasel fuck! Do you really want to see your land flood? Return to the ocean!?"

"Like fire and water, as you witnessed, there can be balance. The ocean can love the land with rivers and lakes. Just like the sky meets the mountain tops, oceans make love with the sky and give birth to clouds. Once they return, let's see how high you fucks can hold your heads up."

Vezhof appeared in the Halls of Gods as he spoke. Many gods then appeared afterward.

"Did you honestly think you can control the source forever? You're the reason the long night exists. Messing with the source bears consequences. Apophis must die. So if we're going to open the spigot, let's open it all the way," The conjoined voice of the old gods spoke.

"So it was all of you! You dare plot against me!" Akasha was losing his shit.

"It's only natural when a tyrant rules. Sealing Dawn was the last straw. So now, we will use that comet to open as many gates as possible. The boy has already upset the balance. Now we should just break the fucking scale." Atilliana spoke, and many gods hummed.

" If you think this changes anything, you are all wrong. The others will shade the world in death. And the more source that is left over, the more boons awaits us when we refine the world. Planetos was never meant to last as long as it did." one of Akasha's lackeys tried to reason.

"Bullshit. The time has come to end this game. And this time it won't be in your favor. But you knew that. That's why you allowed Zhano to enter the world. Apophis feeds on the source faster than you can refine the world." Thoth spoke and shocked the council of gods.

"Akasha, sit back and watch how we save your ass. And when they are free, and Apophis emerges, we gods can renter the world. When that time comes, I'll be the first to take a limb." Atilliana swore.

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A few days had passed since Arianne had been chosen by the gods. In the light of day, everyone could see she had grown a few inches taller, and her beauty had magnified. Over time, the effects of the diadem began to show.

The first trait was her enhanced wisdom, followed by her ensnaring feminine wiles. Arianne had an allure that pulled people in. Zhano confined her to a carriage and built a roof to cover it while she learned the arcane ways from Serena.

During the journey, Zhano rode Nemyse as he spoke to Daenerys about her thoughts on the Dothraki and the lessons she received from Missandei.

"Have you begun to learn about the Freehold and the Dragonriders?"

"I have… But they are extremely different from the Dothraki. I mean, the Dothraki spent a century of blood undoing what they left behind."

"But Dothraki respects power and revere dragons," Zhano added.

" It doesn't matter because they're all dead now anyway."

"But you're alive. The Dragonriders' blood is magical, and it is strong in you. I'm saying that you can learn and embrace your ancestry and the culture you've married into."

"The world hated us," Daenerys spoke in a low tone.

"Enough with that weak shit. And the world hated the Targaryens of the seven kingdoms. A family vastly different from the Targaryens of freehold. Speak more with Missandei and Serena. If you work hard, I'll give you a present."

"What kind of present?"

"A magical one. Now go and own your truth." Zhano leaned over and kissed her forehead.

Zhano had originally planned to present Daenerys with the three dragon eggs to look after during their journey to Vaes Dothrak, but he determined that she just wasn't ready yet. Something was missing. Something crucial.

Time after Daenerys sought out Serena and Missandei, Serena found Zhano. She was a bit out of sorts as she questioned his moves. She could clearly see that Zhano was somehow planning to leave the egg hatching to Daenerys. A play she didn't agree with.

Serena would never be able to understand his thought process. And there was nothing that Zhano could say to put the woman at ease. All Zhano could do was order the red-haired witch to focus on her teaching.

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The Khalsar arrived at Vaes Leqse. It was the last city of the ancient kingdom of Sarnor and the first step into the central Dothraki Sea.

Vaes Leqse sat on one of the three Great Lakes of Sarnor. It was like a small water paradise of timeless beauty despite the ruins of the city that once overshadowed it.

As usual, Zhano was pushing his people hard, and Vaes Leqse was the first stop sense since the river debacle. It was a feat only Zhano could do as he had dominion over horses, and his companion was the queen Sleipnir.

At the lakeside, Oberon had swooped down and landed on Zhano's shoulder. And before Oberon could rest, the little lady of the Dothraki empire snatched the large bird and began to tussle with it as her elder sister called out for her to be more careful.

Zhano chuckled while watching his daughters. All the while, he rest his head on Azhi's lap as she combed his hair.

Taking in the moment, Zhano thought of his missing ladies.

"Azhi, where is your sister?" Zhano asked.

"She… She's not doing too well…" Azhi hesitantly replied.

Zhano wasn't surprised as he sensed something was off since the night he caught the magic carp.

"Do you want to tell me about it?" He asked.

Azhi was a sweet girl. She looked after the girls and did all the duties a perfect Dothraki wife and Khaleesi would do. She was content and never thirsted for anything. And despite Zhano's two wives and occasional lovers, she never regretted being brought into the family.

"Well, Qoni is sad that the Khal gave the carp to The Rhoynish princess. When the Khal told us about its magic, Qoni felt worse."

"It is known," said Navi.

"It is not known. " Zhano mocked her.

"My Khal, Qoni feels small. You consort with great women. Serena of Asshai. Daenerys Targaryen, a dragon princess. And now Princess Arianne, who's more beautiful than ever, and now she also has magic. It's natural for a woman to feel a little insecure." Azhi explained.

"It is known."

"Just give my sister some time and focus on the girls," Azhi suggested.

"So what is it like? Vaes Dothrak."

"Nothing great. But I'll make it a sight to behold."Zhano replied. "We'll finish this later. I'll go play with girls for now."

"My Khal, it isn't proper!" Azhi called out as Zhano shot up and ran off with his hair floating in the wind.

"Well, he is the great Khal. Maybe he doesn't have to follow the rules all of the time," said Navi.

Azhi giggled at the maid. "Come, maybe we can find new bells and things for our Khal."

Azhi quickly collected the old bells and ran off with Navi to search the Khalasar for new bells to give Zhano.

Out on the grounds, Zhano ran with his daughters. Chasing them for an hour as Taharri loved to be chased. She thought it was the funniest thing ever to be chased by her father and never caught. While Yazli was different.

Many people assume children aren't capable of complicated thoughts. But that's just not true. Yazli knew she didn't share Zhano's blood but strives to be like him.

When Taharri tired herself out. Yazli fought Zhano, learned of eagle taming, and how to hunt. But nothing was harder to learn for Yazli than to swim.

"Ave!" Yazli called out 'father' in Dothraki as attempted to let her go to float in the water.

"Little star, you can float. It's like riding a horse. The water can sense your fear." Zhano explained. "relax."

"This is known." Taharri sang as she clung to Zhano's back.

"You, hush." said Zhano, "And stop spending time with those servants. Not everything is known, little girl."

"This is known," Taharri replied a matter of factly, and Yazli giggled.

"What am I going to do with you two?" Zhano chuckled.

"Take us to YiTi..." Yazli whispered.

"Ave, Mai says you go across the world," says Taharri. " Taharri doesn't want you to go."

"But I have to." Zhano sighed, "I want you girls to learn one thing from me. Duty. Some of us acquire duty, and others a born with it. Your father has done great things to protect our people and give you girls a good life. But the danger is always here. And it is my duty to protect everyone because I convinced everyone that I could protect them."

"But why?" Yazli asked, "Couldn't you just convenience them otherwise."

"Why would you say that, Yazli? Could you just sit back and watch your people die, your family?"

"N-no...but."

"No buts. I have the power, and I choose to use this power to assure that every Dothraki will have a home, life, and that our culture is never broken. To choose otherwise, fully aware of my power, is to allow my people to die."

Zhano looked at his little girl in his arms and the other clinging to his back. His two unexpected blessings meant more than any throne or potential power. Even if he wanted to stop, he could never. He knew full well what was to come, and he made too many changes to hand everything over to the characters of the story he once knew.

"Come now. It's getting late," said Zhano.

That night, Zhano and his daughters sat at the head of the feast. A feast that was different from all the rest as the horselords that gathered all had their families and loved ones. It would be a feast to remember for ages in Dothraki history as Zhano twisted a great fire that blazed into the heavens causing the stars to dim. With his will, he formed a story of the rise and fall of the Dragonriders and the one that their ancestors assumed was the great stallion that was raised from the ashes to trample on Essos' grass sea.

The kids looked on with wonder, and the adults watched with reverence. Zhano then told of the fall of Dothraki and the shambles in which their people are in. Finally, ending with his conquest to unite and strengthen them into a great empire and the prosperous world that followed.

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"My Khal, we should talk." Armenia rode up next to Zhano.

"Speak freely," Zhano ordered.

"We should go north and take a few prisoners," said Armenia.

"What is the difference between the prisoners up north from those down south?" Zhano asked.

"You may find a blood witch here and there if you travel south. But the blood of the wood walkers is everywhere." Armenia explained.

"Wood walkers?" Zhano expressed his confusion.

"Ancient blood. People of the earth refer to the species as elves." Armenia replied, " You should think about it."

Zhano nodded, then waved her off.

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"Kill everyone who doesn't surrender! The rest will become slaves!" Zhano commanded.

It had been four days after Zhano had taken a detour up north towards the Kingdoms of the Ifeqevron. His Khalasar moved like a storm as it crushed any village or settlement in its way. The Great Khal was in search of something, this everyone knew, but no one dared to ask.

Instead, everyone took this unexpected crusade as an opportunity.

The Khalasar had approached a village at the border of the Kingdoms of the Ifeqevron, a forested region. The Dothraki naturally felt fear and reverence towards the lands as they once did towards the Valryians. But the wood walkers were just as strong.

But it was Daenerys who forced her Khasar to lead the charge.

"Kazo! Dahko! After her!" Zhano ordered, and his bloodriders broke into a full gallop.

Zhano then decided to practice a form of blood magic taught to him by Serena. With a slice of his finger, he anointed Oberon's brow with his blood and murmured a phrase repeatedly as Oberon took to the sky.

A few moments later, Zhano's eyes went pitch black, and he saw everything that Oberon saw. Looking over the battlefield, Zhano spotted Qoni. His warrior wife never failed him as she was a demoness of the grass sea, born to slaughter. She lead her Khasar well and left blood in her wake.

However, Zhano's primary focus was on his Valryian beauty, Daenerys. Behind her were Zhano's bloodriders, but they understood their Khal. The Khal that they raised. Naturally, they only observed Daenerys and didn't partake in the fight.

'Show me.' Zhano thought.

"Ahhh!" Daenerys shouted as an upward slash cut off a man's forearm.

"Haaa! Woooo! Ahhh!" Daenerys cut the man off at the knees, exhaled, then decapitated him as the hot blood painted her pale skin.

Daenerys pushed on with ferocity as she cut her way through the village. Zhano scrutinized her swordplay. The way she blocked to take the blow of bigger opponents, shifting the power instead of taking it. Her counters and eye for openings.

'Never choppy. Fluid and descisive.' Zhano thought.

The sound of metal clanged. Daenerys twirled her blade over her head and cut a man's chest open. Zhano and his bloodriders became anxious as the man's woman swung a blade from Daenerys's blind spot.

Ting!

Daenerys lashed out and hit the woman's blade. She returned to the man with a two-strike combo. Blocked the woman's blade once more before sliding under the big man's sword. Once behind the man, Daenerys stabbed her blade through his back and ripped it out the side of his chest.

'Well, isn't nimble.' Zhano thought

Daenerys didn't even exhale before she pounced on the crazed woman. The exchange ended quickly with Daenerys disarming the woman and then breaking her knee with a kick. Daenerys finally finished with a standing reverse headlock and broke the woman's neck.

"Pah! Woosh!"

A flaming jar of oil hit Daenerys, and her body went up in flames. Daenerys merely laughed and looked at the little girl that only sought revenge for her parents.

'Kill her...' Zhano growled in his mind.

The little girl's eyes widen in fear as she noticed that Daenerys didn't burn like normal people. She tried to flee, though she didn't get far before Daenerys threw her sword that lodged itself in the top of the girl's head.

Daenerys walked to retrieve her sword as she took globs of flaming oil from her body and painted the buildings with it, setting the village ablaze.

Sometime later, Qoni, Daenerys, Zhali, Arianne, and Serena stood before two men. They were the last of their people, dead or captured. But no one moved to take them as Dothraki corpses lay in front of them.

Once Zhano appeared, the horde split for him, and he took a good look at the tree-bending men. Zhano was shocked.

"Your god must love you." said Zhano, "Such power. Too bad, I only need one."

Before anyone could blink, a talon shot from Zhano and punctured one man's throat. Zhano then moved and dominated the last man, cutting off his hands and putting him in chains.

"Blood, fire, and magic," Armenia mumbled as Zhano passed her.

Zhano immediately sent out riders across the Dothraki sea to gather the remaining Khals at Vaes Dothrak.

Later that night, The Khalasar partied, and Daenerys was happily pulled in by all. After her battle, she was a warrior in the eyes of her people.

"You did well with her," Zhano spoke to Qoni.

Qoni smiled as she drank her wine.

"She still has room for improvement. She would be dead if she didn't have fire magic." Qoni explained.

"You and I both know it. But at least she didn't panic when it happened."

"You saw it?" Qoni asked.

"I saw everything. You were amazing too." Zhano complimented her.

"Serena, bring them out," he commanded.

Serena looked opposed, but she didn't express it. She merely stood up and left Arianne and Nymeria in midconversation.

While she was gone, Zhano brought the Khalasar to silence. Over one hundred thousand warriors looked in his direction. As the day was historical, women, children, and slaves all awaited his words.

Zhano faced them all, and when he spoke, the heavens heard him and listened.

"Praise to Vezhof! For without him, I would not be here. I would not be your stallion!" He began, " Today, after years of avoiding the Kingdoms of the Ifeqevron, we have stepped into their lands and conquered. We have killed a wood walker and taken the other as a slave!"

The Khalasar cheered.

"Today reminds us of our past! After the Doom of Valyria, the century of blood followed to reclaim what was ours. Our people feared blood and fire, only gaining courage when the gods slaughtered the riders. But was that true courage? No! True courage is to face that power whether or not you can conquer it...

Now we ride for Vaes Dothrak, and I have called all the Khals in the great grass sea! I will unite our people under Vezhof. We will become one Khalasar, strong! And we will take the power we once feared and make it our own. We will continue to conquer the Kingdoms of the Ifeqevron and will trample on the Slave Cities and the Free Cities. We will burn YiTi and take the Kingdom of Jhogwiin! We will ride to the ends of the earth, and all will know the weight of our horse!"

The Khalasar was uncontrollable, and the might that exuded from Zhano was divine and mesmerizing. Zhano's eyes focused on Arianne and her blood boiled. It was something in her that his simple gaze stirred at that moment.

Without thought, she stood up.

"Princess Arianne Nymeros! The waters of Essos belong to me!"

"Yes, my Khal!"

"The power of the ancients were once turned against us, and we were thought of as a band of wild savages, and they were fucking right! We are the barbarians that move rivers with fists. Shake the earth with hooves, and now we will raise dragons, and they too will become simple mounts for the horde!"

Zhano gestured, and Serena walked forward with a chest made of wood and leather. Sharo and Boro moved to take it, and they held it in the air. The moment the lid was kicked open, three dragon eggs were put on display.

"Nothing can stop us! I want you all to bear witness as I give my Khaleesi the world in a box tonight!"

Daenerys didn't know how to react. Her body moved on its own as her eyes were wide open. Her thoughts ran in circles, and she could suddenly feel what Zhano could feel, a warm fire of life, as she placed her pretty hand on one of the eggs.

"Dragon eggs from Asshai." said Zhano, "I slaughtered a caravan for them. Everything up to now is because of them. When these eggs hatch, everyone will come for us."

"Let them." Daenerys stared at Zhano with a fire in her eyes.

"Let them all come and die!" Daenerys declared.

"The sun belongs to me," Zhano spoke softly as he caressed her cheek, his hand so large and strong. Daenerys leaned into it and placed a kiss on his thumb before refocusing on the Dragon eggs.