Chapter 13 Chapter 12 Daenerys

Daenerys Targaryen marries Khal Drogo on the plains beyond Pentos, filled with fear.The reason why it was chosen here is because the Dothraki believe that all major events in life should be witnessed by the heavens. Drogo had called his khalasar to the wedding, and they all came, including forty thousand Dothraki warriors in a mighty force, and countless slaves, women and children.They camped outside the city walls with a large number of livestock, quickly built grass palaces, and ate all the food in sight, which made the residents of Pentos more and more uneasy. "The other magisters have doubled the city watch," Illyrio told them one evening, over plates of honey roasted duck and peppered oranges.The khal has returned to the khalasar, and his mansion will temporarily let Daenerys and her brother live until the wedding is over.

"I reckon we'll have to get Princess Daenerys off as soon as possible, before the riches of Pentos go to sellswords and scoundrels," Ser Jorah Mormont joked.The night Dany was sold to Khal Drogo, the exiled knight offered to serve her brother.Viserys eagerly agreed, and Mormont had been their companion ever since. Magister Illyrio smiled slightly, shaking his beard, but Viserys didn't even move his lips. "If he likes, he can have her tomorrow." The brother said and glanced at Dani, and she lowered her eyes. "As long as he keeps his word." Illyrio waved his hand feebly, a cluster of rings gleaming on his fat fingers. "As I told you, everything is in order. The khal has promised to give you a crown, and he will keep his word."

"Okay, but when will I give it?" "It depends on Kayo's intentions." Illyrio said, "Of course he will want this girl first, and after he is married, he will take his troops across the grasslands and bring her to meet Vaes Dothraki. Dosh Kaling. After that, he should keep his word, if the omens are good for the war." Viserys looked impatient. "I don't care about the bloody Dothraki omens. How long do I have to wait for the usurper to sit on my father's throne?" Illyrio shrugged his broad shoulders. "Great king, you have been waiting for most of your life, so what if you wait a few more months... Even if you wait a few more years, so what?"

Ser Jorah, who had traveled as far as Vaes Dothraki, nodded in agreement. "Your Majesty, I also suggest that you wait patiently. The Dothraki will do what they say, but they have to do it in the way they want. People with lower status may be able to ask Kaa for help, but they must not use the above-the-bottom Teach him a lesson." Viserys said angrily: "Mormont, you'd better watch what you say, or I'll cut off your tongue. I'm not a lowly person, I'm the majestic King of the Seven Kingdoms, right? will grovel." Ser Jorah lowered his eyes respectfully.Illyrio smiled mysteriously, tore off a duck wing, and bit it, his beard was covered with honey and oil.The real dragon was gone, and Dany stared blankly at her brother, but dared not speak out.

But that night, she dreamed of a dragon.In the dream Viserys was beating and bullying her again.She was naked and bewildered with fear.She wanted to run away from him, but her body wouldn't listen.He struck again, knocking her staggering to the ground. "You awakened the wrath of the sleeping dragon," he screamed as he punched and kicked her, "you awakened the sleeping dragon, you awakened the sleeping dragon." Her thighs were covered with blood, and she was moaning with her eyes closed, only to hear The ferocious tearing was followed by a mighty burst of fire, as if someone was responding.When he opened his eyes, Viserys had disappeared, and huge pillars of fire rose all around, with a dragon in the center of the pillars of fire.It turned its head slowly, and its eyes, like lava, met hers.Then she woke up, trembling and sweating.She's never been so scared in her life...

...except this wedding. The wedding feast began at dawn and continued until dark, with endless overeating and fighting.A mighty earthen ramp had been raised amid the grass palaces, and there Dany was seated beside Khal Drogo, above the seething sea of ​​Dothraki.She had never seen so many people gathered together, nor such a strange and frightening group.The horselords put on finery and perfume when they visited the Free Cities, but out under the open sky they kept the old ways.Both men and women are bare chested, covered with painted leather vests, tied with horsehair leggings, and tied with bronze sash around the waist.Male warriors smeared their long braids black with animal fat from oil pits.They feasted on horseflesh roasted with honey and pepper, drank fermented mare's milk and Illyrio's grape wine, and laughed at each other across the campfire, their voices strange and harsh in Dany's ears.

Viserys sat directly below her, in a new black wool tunic with a scarlet dragon on the chest.Illyrio and Ser Jorah sat beside him.They were high indeed, second only to the bloodriders of the khal, but still Dany could see the fire in her brother's lavender eyes.He didn't like being below her, and he couldn't bear the fact that every time the food was served, the servants gave the khal and his bride first, and then brought him the leftovers.But he couldn't do anything other than secretly get angry, so he just sulked like this, and his expression changed with time, and every time it hurt his self-esteem, it became worse and worse.

However, Dani has no time to care about others. Being in this vast sea of ​​people, she only feels lonely like never before.Her brother wanted her to smile, so she tried to keep it until the muscles in her face ached and the tears flowed down her face.She tried to hold back her tears, for she knew too well how angry Viserys would be if he saw that, and she was even more afraid of Khal Drogo's reaction.Plates of food were brought before her eyes, fragrant cuts of meat, fat black sausages, Dothraki blood pies, and later various fruits, beetroot soup, and exquisite pantos cakes, but she didn't care. They waved away one by one.She was well aware that her stomach was convoluted and she couldn't swallow anything.

No one chatted with her to relieve boredom.Khal Drogo laughed and yelled at the bloodriders below, laughing loudly at their answers, but all the while he didn't look at Dany beside him.They had no common language, she could not understand Dothraki, and the khal could only speak a few words in the Valyrian dialect of the Free Cities, and he knew nothing of the standard language of the Seven Kingdoms.Even if she could only talk to Illyrio and her brother, she would be very happy, but their seats were too far away from her. So she could only wear a wedding dress, hold a glass of wine mixed with honey, eat and drink, and said to herself quietly: "I am the heir of the dragon," she told herself, "I am Daenerys Stormborn Silk, Princess of Dragonstone, has the blood of Aegon the Conqueror in her veins."

The sun had just moved a quarter of the way across the zenith when the first person died that day was witnessed.The drums were beating and the women were dancing for the khal.Although Drogo was expressionless, his eyes followed the rhythm of their movement, and every now and then he untied a bronze medal from his belt and threw it at them, letting them fight for life and death. Other fighters are also watching.Finally one of them entered the circle of dancers, reached out and grabbed one of the dancers by the arm, pinned her to the ground, and did it on the spot like a stallion and a mare mating.Illyrio had reminded her earlier: "The Dothraki mate like their cattle. The khalasari have no privacy, and their ideas of guilt and shame are quite different from ours."

After Dany understood what was happening before her eyes, she suddenly became frightened, and hurriedly turned her eyes away from the two men who were having sex, but then another warrior stepped forward, and then another one, and soon she couldn't even think about it. no solution anymore.Two men grabbed the same woman, she heard a loud cry, one of them pushed the other, and in the blink of an eye, the two arakhs were out of their sheaths.It is a weapon that is half sword and half sickle, with a long, razor-sharp blade.Immediately, the two warriors started a death sword dance, circling in a circle, killing each other, jumping back and forth, swirling their blades, shouting and cursing endlessly.No one intervened. The deathmatch started suddenly and ended immediately.The arakh was coming together too fast for Dany to keep up, but one of the warriors lost his footing, and his opponent swung his blade in an arc.The blade sliced ​​into the Dothraki's waist, severing him from spine to belly, spraying his entrails into the dust.The loser struggles to his death, the winner grabs the nearest woman - not the one he was fighting for just now - and does it right away.The slaves carried the body away, and the dance continued. In this case, Governor Illyrio had warned Dany beforehand. "Any Dothraki wedding that doesn't cost at least three lives is considered a failure." In this way, her wedding must have been particularly favored by God, because a total of twelve people died before sunset that day. As time passed, the fear in Dany's heart did not decrease but increased, and finally all she could do was try to control herself not to scream.She was afraid of these Dothraki who behaved weirdly and savagely, like beasts in human skin; she was afraid that she would not meet her brother's expectations, and wondered what he would do to her; but what scared her the most was that night, her brother What he would do to her under the stars after handing her over to the monstrous giant who was sitting next to her drinking now, expressionless and cruel like a bronze mask. "I am the descendant of the real dragon." She said to herself again. At last, as the sun was setting, Khal Drogo clapped his hands, and all the drumming and shouting and feasting stopped abruptly.Drogo got to his feet, and helped Dany up.The ceremony of presenting the bridal gift began. But she knew very well that when the gift-giving ceremony was over and the sun went down, she would be considered truly married.Dany tried in vain to dismiss the thought, but tensed herself up, trying not to tremble. Her brother Viserys had given her three handmaidens—Illyrio must have paid for nothing, Dany knew—and among them Illy and Jhiqui were the almond-eyed, dark-haired and brunette Doss. Lak, and Doria is a blond-haired, blue-eyed Rhys girl. "My dear sister, these are not ordinary servants," my brother told her when they were brought to her one by one, "Illyrio and I carefully selected them for you. Illy will teach you how to ride a horse, and Jiki will teach you how to ride a horse." You speak Dothraki, and Doria will teach you kung fu in bed." He smiled slightly, "She is an expert in this field, and Illyrio and I can guarantee it." Ser Jorah Mormont apologized for his gift. "It's not a small thing to pay homage to, my lord, but that's all I can afford in exile and poverty," he said, putting a small stack of old books away. In front of her was the history of the Seven Kingdoms and legends of ballads written in standard language, and she thanked him gratefully. Magister Illyrio whispered an order, and four burly slaves hurried forward, bearing a cedar chest trimmed with bronze.When she opened it, she found piles of the finest velvets and damasks the Free Cities could produce...and resting on top, nestled in the soft cloth, were three huge eggs.Dany was almost out of breath.It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen, three different eggs, patterned in such rich colors that she thought they were studded with jewels, and it took both of her hands to hold one.She picked it up carefully, thinking it was made of fine ceramics, colored glaze, or glass, but unexpectedly it was much heavier than that, as if it was made of hard stone.The surface of the eggshell is covered with tiny scales, and as she turns them around with her fingers, reflecting the afterglow of the setting sun, they emit a metallic luster.One of them was dark green, flecked with bronze as Dany turned it; the other was pale cream, streaked with gold; Waves and swirls. "What is this?" she asked in a low voice, her mouth full of surprise. "A dragon's egg from the Shadowlands east of Asshai," said Magister Illyrio. "Fossilized over thousands of years, and still beautiful." "I'll treasure them forever." Dany had heard rumors about dragon eggs, but she had never seen them, let alone expected to see them.It was a priceless gift, though she knew Illyrio could afford it.Just selling her to Khal Drogo had made him a fortune in ponies and slaves. According to tradition, the khal's bloodriders gifted her with three dazzling weapons.Haggo gave her a long whip with a silver handle, Koholo a magnificent gilded arakh, and Koso a double-curved keel bow taller than she was.Magister Illyrio and Ser Jorah had taught her the traditional ritual of refusal beforehand. "Blood of my blood, these are the weapons of a great warrior, but I am but a weak woman, let my husband use them for me!" So Khal Drogo received her "bridal gift" . Other Dothraki came forward and brought her many presents: jeweled slippers, and silver hair rings, and medal belts, and painted vests and light furs, and silk and pots of essence, and needles and thread, and feathers, and little purple glass bottles, And a pajamas woven from the skins of a thousand mice. "This is a very nice gift, Khaleesi," Magister Illyrio said, explaining to her. Her real needs. Finally, Khal Drogo brought his own bridal gift.He strode away from her, and an expectant silence spread from the center of the camp, engulfing the khalasar.When he came back, the Dothraki who were giving gifts spread out, and it turned out that he had brought a horse. It was a young filly, full of energy and sparkling.Based on Dany's limited knowledge of horses, she already knew that this was not an ordinary horse.There was something about him that took her breath away, hair as gray as the winter sea, mane like silver smoke. With some hesitation, she reached out to stroke the horse's neck, letting her fingers slide over the silver mane.Khal Drogo said something in Dothraki, and Magister Illyrio translated, "The silver mane goes with your silver hair, Khal says." "She's beautiful!" murmured Dany. "She is the pride of all the khalasar," said Illyrio. "By custom, Khaleesi must ride beside her on a horse worthy of her rank." Drogo strode forward, put his arms around her waist, and lifted her easily as if he were a child, and seated her in the narrow Dothraki saddle.The saddle was much smaller than what she was used to.Dany sat for a moment in some confusion.No one told her it would develop like this. "What should I do?" she asked Illyrio. It was Ser Jorah Mormont who answered, "Take the reins and ride a little way, not too far." So Dany held the reins nervously with both hands, and thrust her feet into the low stirrups.Her equestrian skills are mediocre, because she has mostly traveled by boat, carriage, or sedan chair for a long time, and there are not many opportunities to ride horses.She prayed that she would not fall off and make everyone laugh, and finally gave the horse a gentle grip. And so, for the first time in hours, she forgot her fear.Perhaps, it was the first time in her life. The silver-gray filly walked steadily and was as light as silk. Everyone made way for her, and all eyes were on her.Dany found herself riding far faster than she had expected, yet she felt only excitement, not fear.She couldn't help laughing as the horse trotted away.The Dothraki staggered out of the way.She only needs to use her feet slightly, shake the rein lightly, and the mare will respond immediately.She galloped her horse, and the Dothraki moved away, shouting and laughing at her.When she turned her horse's head and was about to return, she saw a fire in the distance ahead.There are people on both sides of them, and there is no way to go.At this moment, Daenerys suddenly felt a kind of courage that she had never felt before, and she gave everything to the filly. The silver horse carried her through the flames and seemed to give her wings. She stopped before Magister Illyrio and said, "Tell Khal Drogo that he has given me the power of the wind." The fat Pentoan twirled his yellow beard and translated her words as Dothraki , and Dany saw her new husband smile for the first time. Just then the last rays of the setting sun faded beyond the high walls of Pentos.Dani has completely lost the concept of time.Khal Drogo ordered the bloodriders to bring his mount, a lean steed red.While the khal was fitting the saddle, Viserys stepped up to Dany on the silver horse and dug his fingers into her thigh: "My dear sister, please please him, or I promise you What it's really like to wake the Sleeping Dragon." My brother's words brought back the fear.She felt like a child again, only thirteen, alone, unprepared for what was about to happen to her. When the stars came out, they rode away together, leaving the khalasar and the grass palace behind.Without a word, Khal Drogo galloped his horse into the darkening night.The silver bells in his long braids rang softly all the way. "I am the heir of the real dragon," she said aloud to herself as she followed, trying to muster up her courage. "I am the heir of the real dragon, I am the heir of the real dragon." The dragon will not be afraid. In hindsight she couldn't tell how far or how long they had ridden, but it was dark when they stopped in a meadow by a creek.Drogo rolled off his horse, and carried her down.In his hands, she felt as fragile as glass, and her limbs were weak like drowning.She stood there trembling in her wedding gown, watching him tie up the horses, and when he turned to look at her, her tears finally couldn't hold back. Khal Drogo watched her tears with a strange expression on his face. "No." He raised his hand and roughly wiped her tears with his callused thumb. "You know the Common Tongue?" Dany said in surprise. "No," he said again. Maybe that was all he knew, she thought, but it was better than she had imagined, and it calmed her down a little.Drogo touched her hair lightly, muttering to himself in Dothraki as he ran his hands through the bright silver strands.Dany couldn't understand what he was saying, but there was warmth in the words, a tenderness she hadn't expected to find in this man. He stroked her chin with his fingers, held her head up, and made her look into his eyes.Compared to her, Drogo was noticeably taller, and he taller than everyone else.He picked her up gently under his arm and placed her on a boulder by the stream.Then he sat on the ground, facing her, cross-legged, and their faces were finally at the same height. "No," he said. "Is that the only word you know?" she asked him. Drogo didn't answer.His long, heavy braids were coiled in the dirt beside him.He pulled the braid over his right shoulder and began undoing the bells one by one.After a while, Dany leaned over to help him too.When it was all done, Drogo gestured.This time she understood, and carefully loosened the braid for him slowly. It took her a long time.During this period, he sat quietly in the same place, staring at her.When she was done, he shook his head, and the shiny black hair spilled behind him like a dark river.She had never seen hair so long, so dark, so thick. Then it was his turn.He began to undress her. His fingers are not only sensitive, but surprisingly gentle.He took off her silk gowns slowly, and Dany sat very still, gazing into his eyes.When her tiny breasts were exposed, she couldn't restrain herself, subconsciously stretched out her hands to cover them, and turned her eyes away. "No," said Drogo.He took her hand away from her chest, gently but firmly, and then he raised her face again so she looked at him. "No." he repeated. "No." She followed suit. He helped her stand up, pulled her closer, and removed the last silk dress from her body.The night wind was cold, as cold as ice water, blowing on her naked skin, making her shiver, and goosebumps appeared on her hands and feet.She was terrified of what would happen next, but she waited for a long time and nothing happened.Khal Drogo still sat with his legs crossed, watching her intently, enjoying her body with his eyes. After a while, he started touching her.Very lightly at first, then a little harder.She could feel the strength in his arms, but he never hurt her.He took her hand and fondled her fingers, one after another.He caressed her cheek, following the curve of her ear, and wrapped one finger lightly around her mouth.He ran his hands through her hair, combed it with his fingers, and turned her around, massaging her shoulders, sliding his knuckles down her spine. It seemed a long time before he reached for her breasts.He stroked the area just below the breasts until she was numb, then rolled his thumbs around the nipples, gently clamping them between his thumb and forefinger, and pulled outwards, very slightly at first, then more and more until her nipples were hard, It starts to hurt. Then he stopped and pulled her into his arms.Dany was flushed, panting, and her heart was beating wildly.He cupped her face in those giant palms, and their eyes met. "No?" he said.She understood that it was a question. She took his hand, leading it towards the wet spot between her legs. "Yes." She whispered, guiding his fingers into her body. ※※※※※※※ ① Kalixi: The name for the spouse of Kayo in Dothraki.