Daenaerys sat atop of her snow white horse, gazing across the Dothraki sea. Trailed by her faithful handmaidens Irri, Jhiqui and Doreah. She was adjusting to the Dothraki lifestyle without a doubt, that didn't stop herself and her entourage from trailing behind however. The Dothraki had a lifetimes experience of riding whereas she had grown up much more used to riding in the back of a carriage (or more commonly on foot due to the circumstances). Despite the fatigue however, she was content. She had finally been able to stand up to her brothers abuse and torture and she had finally started to feel like a woman instead of a little girl living in his shadow. She was the Khaleesi now, afterall.
Drogo gave the signal that it was time to set up camp for the night and the Khalasar ground to a halt to which Dany was more than happy about. Her servants set up her tent in a timely manner and she collapsed into her makeshift home. She rubbed her belly that had hardly grown at all yet and sighed to herself. She wondered what her son would grow to be like. "The Stallion who mounts the world". She smiled as she held onto one of her dragon eggs.
A while passed and Daenaerys was awoken by someone entering her tent. It was...
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