Not well

The Stormborn is taken to the larger khalasar, and now a prisoner she is taken the leader, Khal Moro. The Khal’s ponytail is longer than most Dothraki, signifying just how long it has been since he was defeated. “For you my Khal” one of the bloodriders says in Dothraki, not knowing that Daenerys is fluent in it, “the white-haired girl we found in the hills.” The Khal stares for a long moment, not saying a word, which prompts the bloodrider to continue. “Look at those lips, blood of my blood.” One of the Khal’s wives scowls ah Daenerys, “violet eyed women are witches” she says with venom, another of the wives nodding in agreement, “it is known” she adds. “Cut off her head before she casts a spell on you” she advises her husband. Khal Moro stands up and ogles at Daenerys, “even if I was blind” he begins, “I’d hear my wives say ‘cut off her head’ and I’d know this woman is beautiful.” The Khal starts to circle Daenerys, his eyes on the tattered white dress he desperately wishes to tear from her body, “I’m glad I’m not blind” he tells her, “seeing a beautiful woman naked for the first time...” he looks over at his male counterparts, the bloodriders who had captured her, “what is better than that?”

The Khal reaches for the neck of Daenerys’ dress and he starts to pull, but before it can rip Daenerys quickly says in perfect Dothraki, “do not touch me.” The sudden command does not stop Khal Moro, but her knowledge of the Dothraki tongue does. He stares at her eyes, his own wide in shock and curiosity. Slowly he lets go her dress and takes a step back. “I am Daenerys of the House Targaryen, the First of Her Name, The Unburnt, Queen of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men, Queen of Meereen, Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, Protector of the Realm, Lady Regent of the Seven Kingdoms, Breaker of Chains and Mother of Dragons” she tells him, her eyes staring defiantly into the eyes of the Khal, unafraid of what he might do.

Slowly the Khal starts to chuckle, which then turns into a laugh. The wives and the bloodriders join him in laughter, then he grabs her by the chin, “your titles will mean nothing when I make you my bedslave.” Daenerys does not flinch and she does not waver. Instead, she shakes her head and pulls her chin from the Khal’s hand, “I am the widow of Khal Drogo” she informs him, “I know your customs, and I know it is forbidden to sleep with the widow of a Khal.” Khal Moro frowns, for everything Daenerys has said is true. “Return me to Meereen” she orders him, “and you will be rewarded with more horses for your khalasar.” The Khal shakes his head, “you are the widow of a Khal. You will taken to Vaes Dothrak where you will join the other widowed Khaleesi in the temple of the dosh khaleen, as is custom” his smile returns as he says that last part.

“And...it is only custom to not fuck the widow of a Khal” Khal Moro corrects her, taking a step closer to Daenerys...