Chapter 33:

Chapter 33:

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Daenerys was unexpectedly quite the passionate wife, maybe part of her Dragon blood, and more often than not I found myself just getting used to this type of treatment.

If I was going to hell, It would be for all the men I have killed, not for bedding my wife.

But I still had yet to figure out if she was trying to manipulate or not, she was genuinely sweet with me, but I had just incarcerated her brother, for me it just didn't add up.

Was I being too paranoid, seeing plots where they weren't any? Maybe. Perhaps she was just trying her best to make this marriage a successful one.

And yet, I had something stopping me from just trusting her, besides the fact we were strangers a month ago.

'I should really just let this go,' I thought, as I stood of my bed making sure to leave Daenerys sleeping soundly, 'She tried to make it work with Drogo, I have to at least give her a chance, she was never a manipulator anyway, now Cersei, that bitch is crazy,'

With a sigh I sneaked out of the room, to meet with Illryo and have him find me a Dothraki interpreter, my first step was learning their language, then I would have to start conquering all the tribes.

I had no issue with waiting and planning for the long run, the seven kingdoms would be there waiting for me, weaker than ever, ripe for the taking the moment I decided to go back, for now I would let those idiots play their games, because the moment I secured Essos would be the moment Westeros would be mine.

"Hey Illyrio, I need another thing for you," I approached the Magister with a wide smile, which by some reason startled him.

"Yes..?" Illyrio asked cleaning his silk robe off the wine he had just spilled on himself.

"I need you to find me a Dothraki interpreter, I want to learn their language," I informed him.

"I don't know why but I feel it's not my place to ask" Illryo chuckled as he accepted his mission.

"Thanks, and you are absolutely right, is not your place to ask," I smiled as I left the room, my destiny the training grounds, it's been awhile since I had a good workout, that doesn't involve me and my wife, not that I complain, but I can't fuck my enemies to death I mean is a possibility but is certainly not efficient.

The training ground the unsullied use in a close environment, why I have no idea, but I don't care, I start training hard, as minutes turn into hours until I hear someone entering the training ground.

Daenerys Targaryen herself descend from the comfy bed to look for me, as she rushes in to give the incredibly sweaty me, a kiss.

"I've been waiting for you," Daenerys said crawling to me, "My king,"

She is getting good in the art of seduction, that much is sure.

"Well let's not wait anymore," I smiled as I eagerly dived into the bed.

That night I had a dream, a really vivid dream, it was so realistic it made me feel it was real, I woke up inside a tent, inside there were some Dothraki chanting something.

'hlizif cub!'

'hlizif cub!'

'hlizif cub!'

'hlizif cub!'

'hlizif cub!'

'hlizif cub!'

'hlizif cub!'

'hlizif cub!'

'hlizif cub!'

'hlizif cub!'

'hlizif cub!'

'hlizif cub!'

What were they chantingthey were happy, I was happy Why was I happy?

I started to look around, trying to make sense of the situation, trying to understand what was going on, but a voice I had grown to recognize the last few weeks caught my attention.

Daenerys was in my dream, covered in blood, but no hers, she was eating something the heart of a horse

'The fuck does this mean and why does this dream make me happy this shit makes little to no sense' I murmured in my dream as a white fog covered everything leaving me with nothing but questions.