Chapter 32:

Chapter 32:

Author Note: Here, ya go!

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So far, I'm ten chapters ahead! Chapter 41 /cornbringer

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Daenerys was not exactly happy when I entered our room dragging Viserys alongside me, and it was to be expected, she had no idea what had just happened.

"Why is my brother in that state?" Daenerys inquired, pointing at her brother on the floor with an accusatory look on her face.

I sighed, trying to word out what had just happened; it wasn't easy to find the right words to basically say, your brother wanted to kill me and whore you out to a Dothraki horde to get some men.

But oftentimes times is best to go with the harsh reality of the situation, "That can be easily explained," I went into detail how Viserys was plotting to get me killed and have my father take my throne and now then he would marry her to savages just to gather even more men.

"I I can't believe he would do such a thing," Daenerys said in disbelief, eyes full of tears, "I"

I sighed as I shrugged my shoulders, "You can ask Illyrio, he can fact check,"

Daenerys shook her head off, "No, I believe you,"

Well, that was frankly easier than I originally thought it would.

"I came here so you can decide his punishment," I wanted her to be the one to select his fate if I did it there was a big chance she would resent me for it, but if she did it was a totally different story.

Daenerys eyed me for a second, possibly weighing the options, it was either death or imprisonment, after a few seconds where she was walking around the room trying to decide, she finally said, "I.. I know death isthe most acceptable punishment, but whether he was good or not, he kept me safe all this time I want to imprison him,"

While it wasn't the result I had desired from this outcome, it was still good; nonetheless, it was a matter of time before he did something stupid and forced my sword down his neck.

I'm not going to lie; I will cherish that moment with all my heart.

"This is one of the books I have in Dothraki culture, and more," Illyrio offered somewhat fearful what had happened earlier.

"Thanks," I waved him off as I started to read.

The Dothraki people are a culture of nomadic warriors in Essos who range across the vast grasslands of the Dothraki sea in hordes known as khalasars. People of the Seven Kingdoms and the Free Cities also refer to the Dothraki as horselords.

The Dothraki live in hordes called khalasars. Their chieftains are called khals, while the wife of a Khal is known as a Khaleesi. The heir of a Khal is named the khalakka. A ko is one of the Khal's commanders within a horde. According to a semi-canon source, a khas consists of the personal guard of important individuals, such as a Khaleesi or a ko.

Bloodriders fulfill the roles of guards, brothers, shadows, and friends to the Khal in ways that run deeper than the oath of the Kingsguard to the King on the Iron Throne. The Khal and his bloodriders commonly refer to each other as "blood of my blood."

"Who would've thought they had such a complicated ruling system, for savages they have quite the operational, political system," I chuckled as I read; unfortunately, the book didn't have anything useful their language so far, and the book had even less their migration patterns because these were pretty random, so to hunt them all down would take quite a while.

I had to find an interpreter, someone that wasn't my father, I knew he knew how to speak their language, but the idea of asking him for help was repulsive of its own.

So I continued reading.

The Dothraki language is considered a rough, harsh language by Westerosi standards. They use descriptive names, for example, Rhaesh Andahli, meaning the land of the Andals, for Westeros, shierak qiya, which literally means bleeding star, used to describe the red comet, or the term Milk Men for the Qartheen, pointing towards their paleness.

Again nothing but general, and I mean very general descriptions about their culture and language.

As I continued reading the book, trying to find anything useful, Daenerys entered the library with a quite provocative dress.

"Is late, come to bed with me," Daenerys was trying to seduce me? I mean, it's not bad. I'm her husband, but frankly, I didn't expect her to try and sleep with me after I bitch slapped and imprison her sister... I mean brother.

She was wearing a Qartheen dress that I had yet to figure out where or how she acquired it but to be honest, I didn't care, the sight was quite nice to behold.

"Now that you said it, I kinda feel like going to bed," I chuckled as I approached her, running my fingers through her hair down to her uncovered tit, "If I didn't know any better, I would say you are trying to seduce me,"

Daenerys smiled as she took a step forward, kissing me quite passionately, and as our lips separated whispered, "I am, my king,"

Well, I don't know what kind of evil and malevolent plot she's cooking, and I don't care, if these are her plots, she can sign me up for a couple of them, in the end, I will win, and will have a great time along the way.