43 Chapter 42
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After going back to the camp where I had left Daenerys, I took my wife with me and departed with my Khalasar to Vaes Dothrak, from what my Khalasar had told me the city was a fortnight away, located in the northeast of the vast Dothraki sea, beneath the mother of mountains, from what I could gather from the books and my Khalasar. Vaes Dothrak had no walls, which made for a pretty lousy defense against aggressors if you ask me, but then again, who would be so stupid to attack them.
The sacred city was also primarily ruled and inhabited by slaves and the Dosh Khaleen, the wives of all the Khals who have come before, aka dying. Within the sacred city, It is forbidden to wear a blade or shed a free man's blood.
In short, our trip would be long and quite dull, that was if we didn't find a Khalasar or someone on our way there.
"So I will become a Khaleesi," Daenerys inquired approaching with a smile on her face, she somehow found that amusing.
"It means Queen in their language; you should know that," I chuckled.
"Oh, I know, but I am a Queen already," Daenerys giggled.
"Aye, but with this, you will multiply your Queen powers," I chuckled.
"I suppose that makes the trip worth it," Daenerys smiled as we continued our trip.
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[1 MONTH LATER]
Our trip to Vaes Dothrak was uneventful, the only thing that was out of the ordinary was the amount of time that took us to get here, they said two weeks, two weeks my ass, besides that everything was fine, we didn't find any Khalasars in our path to the sacred city, nor we found slavers or any other threat I would have to subdue to continue, part of me was happy the trip was so dull, but another part of me wanted to make this trip even more worth it.
But now it was too late, I was in front of the incredibly breathtaking gates of the city, also known as The Horse Gate of Vaes Dothrak, for what I had read this was the most impressive part of the sacred city, and so far I couldn't agree more.
It was marveling to see those two gigantic bronze stallions whose hooves were meeting a hundred feet above the ground, forming a pointed arch that gave the feeling you were entering Valhalla itself.
"Truly impressive," I muttered as I passed with my horse.
"It is, the books don't honor its glory," Daenerys agreed with me, for the Dothraki this was nothing to be impressed, and the Ironborn didn't care much for it, on the other hand, my horses were having a moment, a fangirl moment.
After five long minutes of admiring the gate, we found ourselves approaching the city, and the feeling of wonder died immediately, how the fuck can some make such an epic gate to enter the city but stops there!? The so-called sacred city was nothing but and over-glorified camp with slaves.
The more we approached the city, the less impressed I got, seriously, I expected something more… city like.
"Well, they stopped being awesome at the gate," I muttered, making Daenerys giggled in agreement.
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After we arrived and settled, I was taken to meet the widows, so that they would name me a Khal, a mere formality, but an important one for them.
"You are the foreigner," A widow said, eyeing me carefully.
"In a way, I am," I nodded.
"Yet you have become a Khal, your Khalasar speaks a great deal of your strength," Another widow added.
"I have yet to taste defeat, so they are right," I chuckled.
"We have seen your connection with the horses, you are a Dothraki in everything, but birth," The leader of the crones said, with wonderment in her eyes, "We take anything and make it ours, so by our laws I don't see why you shouldn't wear the title you so well deserve,"
Thanks, your approval means nothing to me; that what I wanted to say, but I knew how to pick my fights, "I thank you for your wisdom," I smiled.
"Have you taken more than one wife?" A widow asked.
"No, I only have one, my Khaleesi, my wife is Daenerys Mormont," I informed them.
"Very well, Khal Ronard, you have our blessing," The leader of the crones said, as she added, "We want to meet your Khaleesi, please send her over to us later,"
"Sure," I nodded as I took my leave, and just like that, I was a Khal but with license.
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That night after Daenerys had her talk with the crones, she told me they had confirmed her pregnancy, my answer to if I would be happy with a kid was answered that same moment, I was happy beyond comprehension, I couldn't believe, I was going to be a father, the thought of it really made me smile.
As I was high on happiness, the Crones called me, Daenerys, and my Khalasar to a ritual; they had confirmed she was pregnant, and now they wanted to read our omens.
Once we were all were the Crones had asked us to go, they gave Daenerys a horse heart and instructed her to eat it, I told her she didn't have to do it, I didn't care for the bad omens and stuff, but Daenerys wanted to do it anyway.
With a smile, I walked down to my seat as I saw how my wife devour a raw heart, while disgusting and puke provoking, I was too happy to really focus on the fact that she was eating an appalling heart.
All of a sudden, my Khalasar started to chant something that brought me back memories.
'hlizif cub!'
'hlizif cub!'
'hlizif cub!'
'hlizif cub!'
'hlizif cub!'
'hlizif cub!'
'hlizif cub!'
'hlizif cub!'
'hlizif cub!'
'hlizif cub!'
'hlizif cub!'
'hlizif cub!'
This was the vision I had a few months ago, I reliving the same event again but in real life, now I understood why I was happy, even covered in blood her beauty shines like a diamond, maybe this is what people call the shine of pregnancy, she certainly looks better now that I know she is pregnant.
'Vezh fin saja rhaesheseres'
'Vezh fin saja rhaesheseres'
'Vezh fin saja rhaesheseres'
'Vezh fin saja rhaesheseres'
'Vezh fin saja rhaesheseres'
'Vezh fin saja rhaesheseres'
'Vezh fin saja rhaesheseres'
'Vezh fin saja rhaesheseres'
'Vezh fin saja rhaesheseres'
'Vezh fin saja rhaesheseres'
'Vezh fin saja rhaesheseres'
'Vezh fin saja rhaesheseres'
That chant was new, and while my Dothraki was quite fluent at this point I had to focus to translate what they were saying, after hearing the chant a couple of times I couldn't help but smile, they were calling my unborn son the Stallion Who Mounts the World, while I thought that title would be given to me, I didn't mind, like his father he was already showing everyone who was the fucking boss.
So with a huge smile on my face, I started to chant with them.
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That same night I talked with my wife, she told me how the crones told her she would have twins, my mind started to race, would they look like her? or like me? I smiled as we continued to talk, eventually falling asleep.
