So the Great Stallion Commands

Chapter One

A New Bride

I took in one large, sharp breath of the desert air. It smelt different from the last time I was here. It smelt different than three years ago when my mother died. When the great Khaleesi Seaven, my mother, died the Dothraki people revolted and the pale man set to kill me. Soon after I was sent away. I learned the pale man's language, learned to fight, and never lost.

My back arched every other gallop of my horse, Jafi, as we neared Vaes Dothrak. "Mother of Mountains," I muttered, taking in her entirety. Green pastors and a two stallion statue that guarded the city. Home.

I clicked my tongue and nudged Jafi to move faster. She got the messaged a galloped, quickly passing my men and rode me under the statues. I yelped the Dothraki welcoming and raised my hand, letting it glide over the bronze metal.

I lowered my hand back to Jafi's mane to heard yelps returning to me. I smiled, showing my starling white teeth and slowed my horse down. I jumped off and spotting my father. He stood in front of his throne, a small blond slave next to him.

I cleared my throat, my smile fading and a stern look falling over my face. Long strains of my loose ebony hair clung to my neck and my eye lashes, but I wouldn't dare to move in this moment. I stared into my fathers brown eyes with my nearly black hues.

A chuckle erupted from his mouth, his body loosened and his hand found his stomach. My smile returned and I started to him. "Zheanae!" (beautiful/ her name).

"M'athchomaroon!" (greeting with respect), I shouted, falling into his arms.

 I glanced at the slave girl to see a jealous expression taking over her face. I pushed my father's embrace away and stood over the slave and was almost a foot taller.

"Ezas eshna gech ahilee! Vikeesi!" (Go dig a hole. Annoying woman!) I shouted, hissing slightly. She gave me a confused expression while the tribe murmured to one another. I eyed them and they quickly backed down. Their Khaleesi had returned.

A pale, tall man stepped to her side and pierced his lips. "She said 'go dig another hole. Annoying woman." I glared at him and then the slave. Of course she didn't speak Dothraki.

"You can tell her-" I yelped a warning at her, stepping forward in a defensive tone.

"You can tell me yourself, slave girl," I snapped. Her mouth fell ajar as she stared at me with amazment.

"This is the Princes Zheanae," the pale man told the slave, a pain expression clinging to his features. My eyes darted to him to the slave.

"No go," I hissed before raising my hand to slap her, as she had not moved. A large, strong, hand grabbed my raised arm. My head snapped to look at who did it, my hand flung to my dagger and then, quick as lightening, was at their neck.

"Zheanae," my father warned.

"I am Khaleesi," the slave girl spoke in a frightened tone. My hand was released, falling to my side. I straightened my pasture and looked to the ground.

"I was not told of your marriage," I muttered, slowly going  to my knees.

"There is no need for that, you are family now."

My eyes found hers to see forgiving grey stormy eyes. I got to my feet in an instant and cleared my throat. "I am Doch Khaleen Zheanae." (Woman leader, Beautiful).

"Do you mind me asking what 'Zheanae' means?" I snickered under my breath at my father's choice of wives.

"It means beautiful. My mother named me." Her eyes widened at the thought of not being the first Khaleesi of the Dothraki.

"That's a beautiful name.."