So the Great Stallion Commands

Chapter Three

Pale Man

I could not believe my father had married a pale. Then again it would make since, father had told me he could not marry someone like my mother. I just never thought he would marry a pale.

With ll these things in my head I had forgot what my task was. I picked up Jafi's light leather saddle and placed it on her back. She startlingly neighed, then calmed as I stroked her nose.

"Zheanae? Is it?" I turned to face another pale man. Great, we're being over run with these people.

"IfaI. What do you want?" (Foreigner) The man circled Jafi, not looking into my eyes until he stood on the other side of her.

"Have you bled yet?" I huffed at the rude question.

"Yer affesi anni." (You make me itch/ you make me uncomfortable/ I do not like you)

"Excuse me? I don't speak Dothraki." I grind my teeth at this man. He was maybe an inch taller than me, but had no muscle. He was more of a long slimy fellow than a strong soldier.

"Yer affesi anni." I repeated, strapping Jafi's saddle and ignoring the man. Something about him made me uneasy.

A tight piece of leather then smacked me, causing me to snatch my hand back. "Speak English! Have you no respeak for the rightful king of the Iron Thrones?!" the man yelled. I got to my feet and glared at him, knife in one hand and an arrow in my other.

"Have you no respect for the actual Princess of the Dothraki?"

His mouth fell open as is face went from translucent to fruit red. I smirked smugly at him, though I did not let my guard down. He huffed out a breath and stormed off. I hopped onto Jafi and clicked my tongue, still eyeing the pale man. His hair was as white as the new Khaleesi's, his eyes a menacing blue hue.

The pale man's blue eyes stayed with me until the yelling of tribal women snapped me out of it. I glanced around, everyone ran to the Khal's tent, all in hast. Jafi neighed, going to her back legs and kicked her front hooves. I hooted at her, petting her mane to calm her down. She landed and steadied herself, still unsure of all the commotion.

I snapped my fingers at my servant girl, Sophie. She stopped running in circled and sighed in relief at the sight of me. "Zheanae!"

I took her hand and jumped off Jafi and handed Sophie my beast's reins. "Tie her off and meet me inside." I commanded, strutting toward my fathers tent.

"Sophie!" I yelled, turning my head to to small pale girl that I had brought back from Westeros. She turned on a dime to face me, Jafi's reins tightly gripped into her hand.

"Yes, My Lady?"

"Where are Targera and Feli?" I saw her expression soften and her lips tug into a smile.

"They are awaiting at your throne, My Lady." I nodded and trudged to the tent. The peasants and the servants cleared a five foot path for me, not wanting to get into my way.

I waved for the tent's fabricated doors to be opened and two male slaves rushed to opened them fr me. I found myself at the opening of an execution and my father the executor.

"Fini hazi?" (What is this?) I yelled to my father. The pale man with white hair lay on the ground. I charged over to him. I bend down in front of the man who I had only met this morning. His eyes were puffy and red, his cheeks traced with tears.

"His has tried to kill me." My head shot to the pale Queen to see her emotionless. I glared at her and stood to my feet.

"This is your brother," I stated harshly. The tension rose, the servants and soldiers stayed quick as I questioned their new Queen.

"Not anymore," she spat. I turned to my father to see him glaring back at me.

"Anha efichisak haz yeroon!" (I disagree) He shook her head and trudged over to me. He grabbed my hand tightly and flung me to the ground in front of a pot of boiling silver. I gawked up at him.

My servants ran to me, but before they could even touch me my father waved them off. He nodded to two soldiers and they harshly pulled me to my feet. They both took one of my hands and placed them on each handle of the pot. The scent of my burning flesh rose into my nostrils.

"Khal.." the pale Queen said. I glanced at her with a blank expression. I breathed in shallow breath  nodded the soldiers to let me go.

"Yer chomoe anna," (You honor me.) I spoke to my father before stepping to the pale man. He screamed for forgiveness, then that I could not do this, tat he was rightful king.

"A crown fit for a king," my father said, a stern expression on his face. I blinked a tear away.

"Vod chafaan," (rest in peace) I whispered to the pale man before poring the hot liquid on his head. He flung in the soldier's arms, screaming in agony. I dropped the pot and flared my nosterals at the Khal and the Khaleesi.

"Fire cannot kill the dragon," the Khaleesi whispered to herself. I twitched my nose and scked my teeth before leaving the tent.