Alt. A New Type of Khaleesi

You was from Casterly Rock. The castle that is own by the Lannisters. You are a far distant male cousin who been took by slavers from visiting men of Essos. You and your older sister were took and cuff by these strange men. They haven't **** her yet as they seem to have the belief of selling her to someone.

"Get out." a man yell as you and your sister stumble from a cage that was attach to a wagon.

As you step out of the cage cover in dirt and blisters. You saw seven men on horse back. They had strange braids with golden bells in their hair. You knew who these men must be. They were the Dothraki. A band of wild men who only likes to fuck, drink, and war.

A tan golden god of a man hop off of his horse. He steps over to you and your sister. He inspects her with an eyebrow raise.

He spoke in your broken tongue. "Wesssoes."

The **** seller nods. He spoke in Dothraki. The large man shook his head at your sister. Then he points at you. You raise your eyebrow in shock.

"What is he saying?" you ask the slaver.

He said in bewilderment. "This Khal wants you as his Khaleesi."