1 Chapter 1: Drogon, Son of Drogo
(Authors Note:)
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Just a heads-up certain portions of this will be spoken in Dothraki. I will supply you readers with links to the relevant sources for translations.
normally a Section of speech is italicized not written in Dothraki then it can be considered Dothraki until such a time as I am able to find the necessary translation. But Webnovel doesn't let that happen so take your best guess.
Also, Months are listed as moons from 1-12 so 144 moons are roughly 12 years old depending on the hour of birth.
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[Dothraki Great Grass Sea]
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Drogon stood alone in the fields of The Great Grass Sea of The Dothraki Homeland of old. He was enjoying the peace of the land, but the thundering of hooves interrupted his peace. He pointedly ignored the men who came for him enjoying the time he had.
"Khalakka Khal Drogo ase yeri athessazar."
"Astat mae tat jadat mae arrek." Drogon replies coolly.
A bark of laughter pierces the atmosphere as Khal Drogo appears.
''Ma imesh akka vosma yer astat me ma akkelenak. Yer hash vo Khal vosma naqis Khalakka.'' Drogo says smiling fiercely, clearly amused more than anything else.
''Alikh ki jin Khal arrek yer.'' Drogon replies, his father merely grins and kneels to be face to face with Drogon.
''Me ajjin Khalakka, kisha dothralat.'' Says Drogo.
''Arrek elat akka ishish yer tikh et jadet finne Vaes Drago hatif anna. Vosma me tikh vo tikh ma.'' Says Drogon.
Drogo stands ad faces his Bloodriders.
''Blood of my blood, Drogon challenges us, let us see if he is more stallion than filly.''
Drogon has already mounted his horse and ridden off at this point...but in te opposing direction.
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It might not seem productive riding away from the Direction of the Camp, but Drogon knew the Lands better than most.
Just as Vaes Dothrak was sacred ground, the Ancestral land of a Khalasar was too. The singularly Critical distinction being that a Khalasar could attack it, but the women and children were forbidden from being targeted and only the outlying buildings could be burned.
The Ancient Dead of Dothraki were buried in the central part of a Village. Therefore, it was considered an affront to the Stallion to raid and burn there.
Therefore, as this was the land his Blood had ruled in the days of old, he made it a point to familiarize himself with every trail, path, and track inside it.
Thus, it shouldn't be a surprise for him to know that the fastest way back to Vaes Drago was in fact to follow the winding paths of the Ancient Slaves.
The smug satisfaction radiating off of his Father's Bloodriders was a fantastic delight to see shattered when they found him rutting with a camp servant. The Khalasar kept no secrets from itself, so it was pretty quickly established that he had been in camp a full half hour before their own return.
The Camp Servant was a familiar face.... Irri. Drogon had cornered her and quickly mounted her. It was a delightful moment.
She would never die in show as she did under him. But nor would she be his Khaleesi for Drogon intended Daenerys to be that and hoped to take Missandei, Sansa, Margaery, Arianne, Tyene, Nymeria, Dacey Mormont, Myrcella Baratheon, Asha/Yara Greyjoy, Jeyne and Jennelyn Fowler, Sylva Santagar, and Mya Stone, Belle, Bellegere Otherys, and Wylla Manderly as his Concubines. Women confined to a bedwarmer role would include the likes of Myranda, Violet, Cersei, and the likes.
Though in truth he was unlikely to go higher than ten Concubines if even that number. But then having said that however, he needed to be crystal clear that he was deadest on taking Missandei, Sansa, Margaery, Arianne, Tyene and Nymeria Sand's, and Wylla Manderly for his Concubines.
That's seven...well no it was much closer to eight if you count Irri.
This was all speculation presently mind you, but it was worth speaking of. Especially since he couldn't fuck Irri right now. Poor Girl was exhausted, she was barely conscious when Drogo and his Bloodriders returned.
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(POV Shift: Khal Drogo)
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Drogo was always proud of his Khalakka. Drogon was a Genius, figuring out how best to feed the Khalasar's mounts and proving adept at tactics even as old as a hundred and forty-four moons.
He was also especially skilled in war, fighting with the Strength of Ten War Horses and moving with the grace of a dozen young but trained mares.
But Drogo worried for him, as any father did aye, but there was another reason for his Worry.
Khal Mothra had begun launching raids deeper and deeper into The Territory of Vaes Drago. Showing an increasingly higher disregard for the ancient laws.
If Mothra came for him - and he most certainly would eventually - the Ko would fight and kill each other and Drogon to become the new Khal.
The only question was whether or not Drogo's sickness of the lungs would kill him before or after that came to pass. The Khals of The Sunset Khalasar's who wore steel dresses called it the Consumption, but the Dothraki called it the Süriyee, which in their Common Tongue could be roughly translated to: Poisoned Air.
It was in its early stages presently, so he had at least twelve maybe eighteen moons before it started becoming noticeable and his reign was challenged with any real heat or legitimacy to it.
Hmm, perhaps a raid to test Drogon was in order. Drogon would lead a raid on the Milk Men, Pono and Mago would follow and report back to him on Drogon's effectiveness and qualities.
He'd only have five thousand riders with him though. More had been done with a lot less as the Disaster of Qhohor had proven.
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(POV Shift: Irri)
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She'd never expected this, at most she'd expected a Ko to take her. But the Khalakka had killed four men and then mounted her.
The Khalakka had taken her.... what was it the Sunset Khaleesi's called it? Maidenpool? Maidenhood? Something like that.
Regardless of the meaning she was no property of the Khalakka. She didn't delude herself into thinking she was to be his Khaleesi, but she knew her place.
She'd - Great Stallion willing - service both him and the Khaleesi and whelp his future Khalakka and Khalakki.
She could also teach his Khaleesi how best to pleasure him and if needed prepare the Khaleesi for the Khalakka's pleasure.
This was known.
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(POV Shift: Mirri Maz Dur)
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The omens foretold a looming darkness, a threat to the safety of her people. But a greater threat to herself.
Yet she could not abandon her people, as Master Marwyn said a healer is loyal to a Village not a single individual and most certainly not themselves
If Marwyn's Stranger was coming for her, then she'd best take a more active role in healing the Villagers. She wanted to die with a good record of healed villagers when she went before the God's.
And if she took her enemy down with her...then all the better....
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(Author's Note:)
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So, this story was a long time coming. First, I wanted to thank my father for giving me access to his old work for source material and inspiration. Without seeing where his story went wrong, I'd never have finished this so soon.
Secondly, I wanted to thank David J. Peterson for making it possible for me to be able use the Dothraki Language at all in a story. This will allow me to make it a legitimate Story that is in essence culturally significant to Dothraki. Never underestimate the power that can have.
And of course, it goes without saying that I have to thank George R.R Martin for creating A Song of Ice and Fire / A Game of Thrones in the first place. This story and many many others simply would not have been possible without a man like Maester Martin at the Wheel of the Ship
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And this Link is to a publicly available Google Doc with just about every single Dothraki word and its meaning...it's essentially a Dictionary:
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