The Khal’s daughter

Jon was pulled to his feet by two agressive looking Dothraki bloodriders and led out into the open space of the Dothraki camp. He had learnt about the horselords during his childhood growing up in the Capitol, listening attentively as the Maester explained how the people had sprung up in the years following the collapse of the Valyrian Empire. They had served almost as a chaotic **** of nature across Essos ever since; attacking villages across the land, threatening even the Free Cities themselves with massive Khalasars of trained killers ready to slaughter and enslave everyone in their path.

Walking through the camp, he could see that there was a deep bond held between the people and their horses. The animals were well tended to, and kept in close proximity to their riders. Everything seemed to be derived from horses in some fashion or another, right down to what they ate and drank. In many ways he found himself in awe of everything around him, startled by just how profoundly different it all seemed from the existence he had known in his own country.

He was eventually led through to a tent on the other side of the camp, one larger than the others he had seen. At first he assumed it belonged to the Khal, but once he entered he was greeted with the sight of **** women busying themselves tending to the hair of a tall Dothraki girl. She was tall and lithe, with the muscle tone in her bare arms and legs that came from constant activity. Like the rest of her race her skin was a shade of copper and her hair, done into the beginnings of a braid, was dark as ink. Her almond shaped eyes, amber in their colour, were fierce as any warrior’s.

The old Khal exchanged a few garbled, rough words with the woman, and she to him. Every so often her eyes would flick to Jon, inspecting him with a thoughtful frown. He got the distinct impression that he was witnessing a family dispute and felt himself suddenly very awkward.

Eventually the old man turned and snarled at his ****, who flinched back, nodded, and then turned to Jon. “The Khal say...this his...child,” she struggled to chew the words out, “you and her...marry make.”