Post by Deleted on Aug 9, 2012 12:44:02 GMT -5
((OOC: This thread is set during Season 1.))
Everything hurts. Daenerys thought to herself as they rode. It has been several days since the wedding ceremony and she had been made Drogo's Khaleesi. The most fascinating gifts were given to her during this time. Ser Jorah Mormont had brought books about the Seven Kingdoms and had offered his services to her brother. Magister Illyrio had managed to awe her with three dragons eggs that had turned to stone.
Then her husband had given her the gift of silver, a beautiful white horse with hair as pale as hers. The exiled knight had helped with translating and it felt nice to spend some time with a person that spoke the common language of the Seven Kingdoms. It still took her a bit of time to get used to riding silver.
Blisters were tended to by her handmaidens and she was bathed and perfumed before Drogo sought her out in the evenings once the khalasar had made camp. Fear often reigned supreme within Daenerys and there were still many things that scared her. Viserys' anger for one had grown in leaps and bounds when he had discovered that they needed to head to the Dothraki city of Vaes Dothrak to gain acceptance and approval for her marriage to Khal Drogo.
She along with Magister Illyrio had begged him to stay behind in Pentos for comfort sake. It was impossible to convince him that the trip would not be easy. Each bruise, blister, ache, and pain was endured without a word and even when Drogo was unintentionally rough with her as she performed her wifely duties, Daenerys muffled the pain into the pillows which also soaked up the tears as well. It was no fault of her husband for she was still weak and her body was not used to such conditions. She also felt that it was definitely not something that should be discussed.
The first few days were the most difficult though and her handmaidens had to help her off of her horse. She took everything in and endured it all in silence. Sometimes she rode alongside Ser Jorah or Viserys, but it was her hope that Drogo would eventually seek her out to see how strong she has gotten. That first night was never forgotten during the wedding banquet.
Viserys was so very angry when Daenerys had failed to return quickly. She had awakened the dragon which made her slip into her old patterns to protect herself while trying to figure out how to appease her delusional brother. The silver-haired girl assured him that the wedding will be and that he would gain his army. That seemed to do the trick and she was left to go to her room and huddle against a wall painted with a deep shadow to cry. It seemed like the best thing to do and eventually she got tired enough to put herself to bed allowing her dreams to overtake her.
Her handmaidens, Irri and Jhiqui had begun to teach her the Dothraki language which she tackled head on hoping to speak and understand her people especially her husband. It also helped to pass the time as they traveled. She tried not to strain her neck or eyes too much to see if she could spot her rather large husband but continued at the pace of the khalasar. It was understandable how busy the Khal was and it was selfish for her to think that he would find her before they made camp.
Everything hurts. Daenerys thought to herself as they rode. It has been several days since the wedding ceremony and she had been made Drogo's Khaleesi. The most fascinating gifts were given to her during this time. Ser Jorah Mormont had brought books about the Seven Kingdoms and had offered his services to her brother. Magister Illyrio had managed to awe her with three dragons eggs that had turned to stone.
Then her husband had given her the gift of silver, a beautiful white horse with hair as pale as hers. The exiled knight had helped with translating and it felt nice to spend some time with a person that spoke the common language of the Seven Kingdoms. It still took her a bit of time to get used to riding silver.
Blisters were tended to by her handmaidens and she was bathed and perfumed before Drogo sought her out in the evenings once the khalasar had made camp. Fear often reigned supreme within Daenerys and there were still many things that scared her. Viserys' anger for one had grown in leaps and bounds when he had discovered that they needed to head to the Dothraki city of Vaes Dothrak to gain acceptance and approval for her marriage to Khal Drogo.
She along with Magister Illyrio had begged him to stay behind in Pentos for comfort sake. It was impossible to convince him that the trip would not be easy. Each bruise, blister, ache, and pain was endured without a word and even when Drogo was unintentionally rough with her as she performed her wifely duties, Daenerys muffled the pain into the pillows which also soaked up the tears as well. It was no fault of her husband for she was still weak and her body was not used to such conditions. She also felt that it was definitely not something that should be discussed.
The first few days were the most difficult though and her handmaidens had to help her off of her horse. She took everything in and endured it all in silence. Sometimes she rode alongside Ser Jorah or Viserys, but it was her hope that Drogo would eventually seek her out to see how strong she has gotten. That first night was never forgotten during the wedding banquet.
Viserys was so very angry when Daenerys had failed to return quickly. She had awakened the dragon which made her slip into her old patterns to protect herself while trying to figure out how to appease her delusional brother. The silver-haired girl assured him that the wedding will be and that he would gain his army. That seemed to do the trick and she was left to go to her room and huddle against a wall painted with a deep shadow to cry. It seemed like the best thing to do and eventually she got tired enough to put herself to bed allowing her dreams to overtake her.
Her handmaidens, Irri and Jhiqui had begun to teach her the Dothraki language which she tackled head on hoping to speak and understand her people especially her husband. It also helped to pass the time as they traveled. She tried not to strain her neck or eyes too much to see if she could spot her rather large husband but continued at the pace of the khalasar. It was understandable how busy the Khal was and it was selfish for her to think that he would find her before they made camp.