Miller's Return Pt. I

First Moon, 298 AC

Trader Town, Yi Ti

Trader Town is a city of northern Yi Ti in eastern Essos. It lies east of the Great Sand Sea and west of the Shrinking Sea. To its north lie the vast plains of the Jogos Nhai. From Kayakayanaya the Steel Road skirts the topmost northern edge of the Great Sand Sea and turns south to Trader Town. It is connected to Tiqui and Bayasabhad by the Sand Road.

In the town bustling with traders and fortified by the legion of Pol Qo, the man himself was put putting wine to lips as he laughed at the Eighth prince and 15th Prince.

"This is why I must be Emperor. Your father is weak and allows princes with no blood relation to flourish. One Prince enlists the Dothraki Horde. That horde steals your eggs and tortures our scheme out of our men. Taking our women to use as cock sleeves and cum deposits. He then sacks a free city and cripples a messenger of the 15th prince!" Pol Qo recounted the situation with great amusement.

"I like him. He is as a general should be. And if he was a prince, I would not be alive." said Pol Qo, "But, because I like him, he is a threat. I like dangerous things."

"Emperor, what shall we do about him? His army is growing rapidly. Word from Astapor says that Zha Li, his mother, has taken 13,000 Unsullied and ships." said the 8th Prince, " If he Kills this Khal Drogo and journeys for the Gathering of Phoenixes and Dragons, he will have one of the largest armies of the younger generation and be strategically placed due to his Palace at Asabhad. With a fleet to back him."

"Indeed and a man like him will eventually choke the sea and land trade, eventually becoming lord of Asabhad. I also hear that Zha Nan was left behind to teach him Blacksmithing," said Pol Qo.

"Word from the Zha Family says that Zha Nan is beginning to favor the boy for his aptitude and growing mastery of their ancestral smithing technique. His skills grow by the day, he will become someone that the Imperial Forging Zha Family will support."

"What a talented boy indeed...What he needs now is a guide who will nudge him in the right direction and not try to control him like the 15th prince." Said Pol Qo.

Pol Qo waved for a servant to refill his cup. He then took a few gulps before he continued, "Send word to Zha No. For alliance, I will make him an archbishop of the Church of Starry Wisdom. With them, the sacking of the free cities is a foreseeable conquest. This is what he wants, not YiTish politics. Tell him, that I, Hammer of the Jogos Nhai will join him to eradicate their plains so that he can absorb them into the Dothraki Sea. All of this, to relinquish his palace in Asabhad and to stay away from Yi Ti until I'm the sitting Emperor in the City of Yin."

"Sire, if he disagrees?" the 8th Prince asked.

"Then send the Visha Kanya to handle him. If we allow him to fester out of control, he will soon kill us. If not for the 15th prince, then for simple Dothraki conquest."

With envoys and gold flowing from Westeros, with conspiracy and strife boiling over in the east, Zhano found himself in a beautifully dangerous position. That is why, as the world plotted to stand with him, against him, or despite of him, Zhano himself lived leisurely rammed his raging cock into Azhi, Qoni's sister's ass, as her juices gushed from her red and tender pussy. All the while, he held her head down between Qoni's legs so that his wife could be pleased by her sister's tongue.

The maids, slaves, and Serena watched, pleasuring each other or themselves to the sight of Zhano destroying the girl and modeling into a personal sex toy for him and his wife. At the same time, it brought back memories of all the days Zhano ravaged them without end.

Orgasmic moans and wails filled the villa and the smell of sex rolled over the walls for all to enjoy. Zhano seemed to never stop and Norvos and the Khalasar told stories of his might.

When Azhi was down and her body could not stop trembling as she lay limp, Qoni carried her away. Zhano then looked at a petite TiTish slave with large supple tits, She milked them with one hand as her other plunged into her hairy drooling fat-lipped cunt. Zhano pulled her hand away and drove his rod into her until his balls were flush against her ass.

He then plowed her as Serena straddle her face, muffling her moans.

When night came, Serena and Qoni used one hand each to stroke his cock gently and attentively. He laid between the two beauties as they spoke quietly to each other.

"Do you want me to call Navi to finish the night?" Qoni offered her handmaid.

"Mmm, she's the only one with the girls tonight, right?" Zhano asked.

"Yes, the three maids you asked for are among the pile of sleeping beauties," Qoni replied.

"12 slaves from the YiTish caravan, including me. Three maids, your wife, her sister, and her handmaid." Serena listed. "My Khal, that we are 18 women that you wear out daily…"

"I give you all breaks and free reign of the Villa. Hell, you're only slaves in name, you all find me now, remember?" said Zhano.

"Yes, of course. Our Khal is very gracious." Serena smiled at Qoni and she tittered. "However, more women will not hurt. Khaleesi can speak for us all…"

"My love," said Qoni, "We can handle it. And your magic juices keep us invigorated and willing. All we ever feel is pleasure, even the morning after. You have corrupted our bodies into ready to fuck whores, or libido is beyond any average woman. But, that corruption must be controlled. We are becoming lust fiends. At first, we were constantly horny, now our mind becomes cloudy throughout the day and we pounce. It's like our bodies are no longer ours."

"There are bound to be side effects of sharing a bed with the Blood Fire Khal. You are destined to mount the world. 18 women are not equivalent to the world. Our selfishness will be our downfall." Serena added.

"Then we abstain for awhile. I'll burn my energy elsewhere. We will burn our energy elsewhere. We're all warriors. It's time you all pull out those skills anyway. We will be going to war soon."

"Why do you say this?" asked Qoni.

"Because I can feel it. Those who do not make the cut as warriors before we ride out will be cast out. I will not share my gifts with trash." Spoke of the woman who shared his villa and bed. Maids included.

"Yes, my Khal," they replied.

After blowing his last load, the trio slept and wakened at first light. The women of the Villa joined Zhano in his training. He rearranged his schedule just to accommodate them. Sex wasn't just for pleasure, his growing libido was also dangerous to himself. So, within the Villa, all 18 were his women. And his uncle did well to his keep his two beauties far away from Zhano.

They all stood in the courtyard and Zhano drilled them and sparred with the heat of battle and without mercy. He became the enemy and every moment they spent together, he forced them to use everything they had. Over the days, more memories came back to Zhano.

During the Second Moon of 298 AC, suddenly his treatment of the women was nothing but of a warrior. He kept seeing images of the Daenerys on a horse, leading a Khalasar and wining without fighting. Riding a dragon with no personal ferociousness to speak of. It made him angry and his women felt his wrath.

After a week, they realized exactly what Zhano wanted and gave him just that, the warrior inside. Metal clanging rang from the walls replacing the moans that the city was accustomed to. This spurred the Khalasar as they took this as a sign of war.

Zhano, at the times, directed this towards Yazli and began to teach her Hondal Archery. Combat texts then flowed into the villa as studying was just as good as practicing. Evolving one's combat technique, making it versatile and ever-changing.

To keep his crafting skills from becoming stagnate, he also embarked on a big project. He made horseshoes, saddles, and weapons. This motivation forced the power of Hephaestus to churn wildly.

A fortnight then passed. And at midday, as a light wind blew to cool the sweat that drenched his body, Zhano used the technique of Zha Ah Ren and the power of Hephaestus became orderly.

He had gained insight into a new part of the technique resulting in better forging and flame control. Or more so heat control. Of everything he learned with Serena, one thing she could not do was control the temperature of the flames. While Zhano could, it was taxing without a proper method to teach him the right way.

Slowly, the women began to train on their own while Zhano became attached to metal and fire.

Soon the Third Moon came when Lady Mellario and her ships arrived. While Zhali had long returned, she did not want to disturb her son and his training, but when Mellario arrived with resources and a troop of Dornishmen, it was beyond the right of Sharo or Zhali to handle.

On that day, the great horn was blown by Sharo to signal a massive movement. Zhali took a deep breath and walked to the gates off her son's Villa.

Qoni opened the gates with a finger raised to signal silence. She then looked around to see the Kos, Bloodriders, and House Nymeros Martell. Zhali also stood with a single unsullied and tan-skinned slave woman with big hair.

"Khal Zhano is in what the YiTish call 'enlightenment'" Qoni struggled with the foreign word.

The slave woman next to Zhalli translated for House Martell as she was ordered to by Zhali before arriving.

"Come in quietly, those who speak will die." Said Qoni as she walked away. With the sound of the great horn, Qoni had time to prepare the women of the Villa. The wine was ready and food was being prepared.

As the group entered the villa, they all stopped in the courtyard to watch Zhano, who had tossed aside his hammer and now formed the most beautiful of steel and dragon bone bows. It was unlike anything they had ever seen. And off to his right lay piles of his crafted items. To his left were metal ingots.

Qoni then gestured to keep moving and they were directed into the hall that used to be styled like a Dothraki tent with a platform in the middle. But with the coming of his memories, Zhano changed things. The hall was now more Viking with a fire pit in the middle. All of it was oriented to focus on the two seats at end of the hall. The placement of the two seats was subtle, it signified power but wasn't lord-like. Because like the Vikings, the Dothraki is ruled by power and not lineage, for the most part.

The party waited for two days until Zhano was finished and during that time, Pol Qo's envoy arrived and so did the information of Khal Drogo.

"Oh! Why are there so many people in my home?! Drinking my booze without gifts! We Dothraki are honorable when our guests display honor!" More of Miller was returning with the breakthrough of his power from Hephaestus.

The Martells looked nervous and suddenly Zhano smirked before he let out hearty laughter, "I'm just fucking with you! Qoni, my love, pour me wine and lots of it. And my mother has returned, and great mother she is. Really, some people aren't as fortunate as I. Did you we bring our wealth back?"

"Of course, Son. And the egg has been put back in its rightful place." Said Zhali.

"Good! I'm sure you've all eaten. So let's talk! About what? Killing scum that bends over for a weak girl with nothing to offer my people but death." Zhano spoke and the fire pit fluctuated.

He then walked to his seat and sat down while taking his cup from Qoni. He then emptied it twice.

"First, Sharo, Blood of my blood, tell me something new," said Zhano.

"We are ready for war! The warrior slaves in training have been promoted. We are 84,000 strong! And a Khalasar of 4,600 awaits your approval to join us." Sharo reported.

"Explain," said Zhano.

"Word that Khal Drogo moves to Pentos has reached us. The Khalasar has fled to avoid war. Unlike our Khal, Drogo only swings the sword and devours." said Sharo.

Zhano exhaled, "Split the Khalasar among our Khas. Kill their Khal and his bloodriders. I want the heirs dead and the Khaleesi chained"

"Zhano…" Qoni spoke.

"Be quiet." Zhano snapped. "She is not you and no Khaleesi is worthy of the title if she is not my wife. Blood begets order. Order begets stability, Stability begets prosperity."

All the while the slave girl translated for House Martell as Mellario was the only one to understand Zhano's Dothraki tongue

Zhano tilted his head and stared at the slave. "You are Missandei," he said in High Valyrian, a language he learned during his time as Miller.

Missandei was shocked along with everyone else. Only Missandei spoke High Valyrian but others could recognize it without a doubt.

"Y-yes, my Khal," she replied.

"I asked my mother for you, specifically. If you weren't near the Good Masters in Astapor, she had orders to tear the city apart. You will be needed to break barriers and help me, maybe, turn shit into a true dragon." he finished in High Valyrian.

"Missandei of Naath! Is now a free woman! My woman, she is untouchable." Zhano ordered in Dothraki and he didn't care anything about the people's confusion.

"Sharo, how old is the message of Drogo?" He asked.

"It's hard to say," he replied.

"Hmm, mother, tell me of the unsullied."

"13,000 strong. All ready for war."

"Can they ride?" Zhano asked.

"Their advantage is on the ground," said Zhali.

"Dornishmen can ride, my Khal," Mellario interjected.

"Dornish?" he asked.

"4,000 brought to help me man the city. But the unsullied can man the city while the dornish ride with you. I take it you are pressed for time?" Mellario asked.

"I am. Mother, leave the unsullied to seal the city. Mellario, ready your people. I know we all have a business to discuss, but Vezhoff has shown me things. If Drogo marries the Targaryen, plans will be set in motion. Destroying this engagement and sacking Pentos will be a blessing to us all."

"My Khal, we are ready to ride!" the kos and bloodriders responded.

"My love, we are ready to ride," Qoni spoke.

"My Khal, We are ready to ride," Mellario spoke.

"Aunty, we will go to." the sand snakes spoke from behind her.

"Mellario, take what saddles and weapons you need from the courtyard. Anything but the dragon bone bow." Zhano ordered.

"Kos, ready to the Khalasar. Mother, issue the orders to the unsullied."

One by one the room emptied. No one attempted to speak of business as Zhano was on a warpath. Sharo returned the war horn to Zhano and he wore it around his neck with a sword on his waist, Spear strapped to the left side of Nemyse, and his bow and arrow on the right side.

Ooni was then given a black Stallion while all of his other women were given white fillies, beautiful horses representing their station beneath the strong and regal black stallion that Qoni rode.

Orders that were given were executed without hesitation. Even the Khal that sought refuge was killed by ten of Zhano's warriors. His family was slaughtered. His Khalasar smartly joined Zhano. Two hours later, Norvos was sealed and guarded by the Unsullied. Women, children, the elderly, and the unable were left behind. Qoni's mother watched after Yazli and Taharri and the City was run by Mellario as her brother-in-law, Oberyn led the Dornishmen.

While Prince Oberyn was named Castellan, the previous Castellan was left in position so House Martell could make the trip and consecrate their new city and splitting of the House Nymeros Martell.

In front of the Norvos was a horse-riding horde of 92,600 warriors. Zhano blew his war horn and took off, the horde followed him like a swarm and for five minutes he directed them aimlessly until everyone could ride at full speed and in synch. Mainly the Dornishmen.

When Zhano felt the flow, he led his Khalasar West, with his large Golden Feathered Eagle Oberon at point.

"Father?!" Obara called out to Prince Oberyn, "Should we really be riding into battle. Mellario told us that we were coming for a city, not war!"

"War is how to get cities!" he replied, " Khalasars operate by Khas. We are considered a Kha, so follow my orders and don't get caught up in the movements of other Khas. You don't speak Dothraki and it will get you killed!"

"You've always talked about war!" Nymeria shouted from her horse, "Now you have it! Why debate it?! Besides this Khal Zhano is interesting! His Gods show him visions! And that horse he rides is divine across all religions. It's untamable yet he rides her as if she's a part of him!"

"Enough talking! Ride!" Oberyn shouted and everyone kicked their horses in gear.

They rode hard for hours. Even when the sun fell they kept moving for horse more. Only Nemyse told Zhano that the horses need res, did he stop.

Sometime later, he looked at a map under torchlight.

"The Valyrian Straight road will get us there. Starting tomorrow, were ride and rest. When we rest we sleep. An hour at most. Long nights like this over." Said Zhano. "We should make it in maybe ten days."

"Why can we catch them on the road?" Zhali asked.

"Because Pentos is optimal. It's a gamble but if Drogo falls outside of Pentos, I have Pentosi that will open the city gates, and hand over the Targaryens. This will give us another city to tighten our hold on the west. Pentos and Norvos could trade and it's a good launch point to cross the narrow sea. And if we sack Qohor on our way to Yi Ti, I would name them the trident in the west. My rule will be unchallenged."

"You wish to cross the Narrow Sea?" Sharo asked, "We never spoke of this."

"Distant, very distant future, Sharo. But Westeros has already come to our lands in the form of exiles. And it will come with more strength in the future, a darkness we haven't seen in ages. This is why I move to unite or people and Conquer to gain power and resources." Zhano explained.

"So, Pentos it is." said Kazo."Let's get some sleep and ride hard tomorrow."

The group agreed and dispersed, but Zhano looked to the west as many plans formed in his mind to ensure his success in Essos while laying the way for potential futures.