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The tall khal stalks his prey. His eyes fully on your body. He towers over you as his unhuman like sack hung from outside of his dothraki horsehair leggings. Almost a way of telling every other male that they were inferior to him.

You shook your head full of short blonde Lannister hair at the man then back towards the male who was trading you. "You can't sell me. I am a male. I can't produce heirs or cook or nothing. Please you can't sell me to these these these savages."

One of the dothraki male jump off of his horse with ease like a god riding a lightning bolt. He grab a trunk full of what you could guess was gold. He toss the trunk toward the slavers. He lingers near your pale sister. He is a lean dothraki. No muscles to speak of but a long braid with many bells attach to his hair.

In comparison to the lean dothraki to you. He was a mountain of a man. You hover around only 5'4 and a flat skinny body. The parts of you that the khal may wants would also be very disappointing. You only stood outwards by 4 and half inches. Your ass is also small and tone from riding bareback in Casterly Rock.

The slaver shouts at you. "Shut up peasant boy. You are about to become queen of a decent size khalasar. Now piss off." He seem to be worry that the Khal may becomes ballistic if he finds out what lay beneath your dirty tunic pants.

You knew you couldn't do anything toward the slaver but you could try to ask your soon to be husband. To take pity on your sister and bring her along. But also you don't know if that was the right thing to do. Bringing your sister to a place where savages kill, fuck, steal, and **** could be bad. But also leaving her in these assholes hands could be way worse.