Kill Drogo

Drogo was the most feared and dangerous of the Dothraki khals. His khalasar of 40,000 strong would be crucial to my invasion of Westeros, but I needed more than that. I needed loyalty. And from Drogo I had none.

From where I sat I could see the glee in his eyes as he watched the several fights that was unfolding and I wonder how Daenerys, my sweet sister, would eventually fall in love with that brute of a man. With my great powers I could easily turn him into my loyal lieutenant. But I didn't not know the limits of my abilities after all I wasn't God. At least not yet.

"Drogo!" I exclaimed from where I sat, "The feast is over, and you have made my sister your khaleesi, so now kneel before me pledge me your loyalty and your khalasar" I demanded in perfect dothraki.

"I am a Khal, Khals do not kneel and I do not take orders from small foreign men" Drogo answered, looking annoyed at my presence.

"From horses to rats, all animals shall kneel before a dragon" I said gripping the handle of my sword as a warning.

"You are no dragon. You are no king" he spat, several of his men have noticed the confrontation and tried to intervened but Drogo stopped them, he will soon learn his mistake. Daenerys could not understand the language but could see the tension was escalating.

With his taunt breaking the last straw of my patience I drew my sword from its sheath. With incredible speed Drogo swung his half-sword half-scythe at my neck.

I dont know if it was my powers or natural instinct but I narrowly avoided the deadly blade and successfully parried the next few swings with my new sword.

"Viserys please! You'll get yourself killed! You will get all of us killed!" I heard Dany plead from behind me but my eyes were glued on every movement Drogo made.

"I was wrong, Daenerys" I said while blocking Drogo's attacks "No crown is worth the price of selling my sister, because You Are Mine".

And with all my strength, I shattered the khal's weapon like glass and thrust my sword into his chest. Everyone was as quiet as the grave, the only sound was Drogo's body falling on the ground. Two of his bloodriders lashed out in rage but they met the same fate as their dead khal.

Triumphantly, I stepped over Drogo and his bloodriders corpse to look at his former khalasar. Ser Jorah stared at me with shock on his face while beside him Illyrio went pale with fright. Men and women looked at me with a mixture of fear and hatred.

They were all mine now. My khalasar. And my Khaleesi