So the Great Stallion Commands

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Twelve

What are you?

<Robb PoV>

I sat on my make shift throne and watched the olive skinned people wonder around the meeting hall. They seemed to be curious and spoke in foreign tongue. All but one gathered around gold.

"You speak English?" I asked harshly. Her eyes never left mine, which was rather scary. "Hello?"

"Why do you greet me when I have never left your presents?" her questioned, her voice large and accent strong.

"It's um.. Something you say when you.. When the person does not respond to you," I awkwardly explained. She stood still while a man came and whispered into her ear.

"What language are you speaking?" my second in command asked. I snapped my head in his direction. Why is he speaking to her?

"I speak the language of Ice and Fire," she announced.

"Excuse me?"

"I am Dothraki, as all my tribe is. Our language is the one of Ice and Fire."

"What is the Dothraki?" I asked, leaning forward to her. She was breathtaking. She had an air of power an elegance. She was intelligent, I was sure of that.

"It is my people."

"Where do you all come from?" someone shouted.

"Across the Black Sea."

"How do you know what it's called?" someone else shouted.

"I know all of your culture," she said dully, as if she was bored. She knows all of it?

"Then you know you interrupted my wedding?!" I shout, jumping up, slamming my fist on the chair arms.

"I am aware."

"Then why?! Why did you kill my wife?!" A chuckle erupted from her, an angelic godly one. I saw a few men jump back in surprise.

"She was not your wife, messhihven!" (pale skinned) she barked.

"Excuse me?!"

"Oh, my apologies. You are not cultured in other worlds other than your own, one minded pale man's, world," she snickered.

"How dare you speak to the King that way!" my man shouted.

"What is a king without a queen?" she pondered, a smirk falling across her rosy lips.

"What is a queen without a king?" I retort.

"A good one. Khaleesi oma Khal," (Queen without king) she laughed. Her 'tribe' laughed with her, murmuring to each other.

"What does that mean?"

"Queen without king."

"Khaleesi, qafat qisi qorasokh!" (Queen, ask about spoils) a man said, an evil look about him. The leader raised her hand and he stepped back and bowed to her with respect.

"What did he say?" I question, loosening my grip on my throne.

"What is it to you? I am the leader. I am the Khaleesi of this tribe, the largest tribe of the Dothraki. I am the one you talk to, not my people. I will not translate for you," she snarled.

"You will do what he says! He is the king!" my soldier stifled out.

"And I have an army amounting more than all of you!" she scoffed. "I am the queen of this land now. The people are the Dothraki."

"But-"

"No, no. You nevasolat," (sit down) she instructed. The soldier gave her a questioning look before sitting down. "You see? I am ruler."

"I am in the middle of a war," I told her. Her eyes met mine once again.

"I have defeated the pale man with the sword throne."

"Excuse me?"

"The child?"

"Joffrey?!" I stuttered, sitting down myself in disbelief.

"Is that what you call the man child?" she snickered. The olive skinned people began to chatter amongst themselves. "Affa!" (shh!) The sound dropped immediately.

"How did you do it?"

"You do not believe me?"

"How could I? You don't even have armor!"

"We do not need it; it slows you down."

"Yes but-"

"We are swift on a horse and feet."

I knit my eyebrows together and stare at her. Her hair was straight at the crow flies and her eyes would trap any man into them. She was the color of caramel.

"What is your name?"

"Zheanae."

"Is that meant as something?"

"Beautiful."

"That is a most beautiful name," I tease. Her eyes lit up with amusement. "I have a proposition, Zheanae, will you hear it?"

"As your last favor, late King," she teases back, smirking. I chuckled lowly at her remark and cleared my throat.

"I say that you may have this land-"

"No, King!" my men shouted.

"If you help us fight against King Joffery," I finished, glaring at my men.

"Land for protection?" she asked.

"Khaleesi?" a man said. She turned her head to him, yet not looking at him directly.

"Zigerelat ramasar, mae savidosalat" (require land, him to be protected) Zheanae said.

"Yer shillat mae?" (You trust him?)

"Affa!" (shh)

"Anha qothat yer" (I loyal to you) her warrior said, bowing and stepping back a few feet. She sighed and roller her eyes at his outburst.

"Does that mean you'll do it?" I asked.

"Only if you house and feed us, give my warriors any women they want."

"Any woman?"

"You have no woman, so why is it a problem?" She narrowed her eyes at me.

"They cannot have my mother," I announced.

"She is here?" Zheanae asked, searching for her, as if she knew what she looked like.

"She is in her tent."

"Hmm. I agree to your terms. Do you agree to mine?"

"Yes."

"Mae jolinat!" (He cooks) she said. A cheer broke out and the Dothraki run out of their hoard and around me. They patted my head and women pulled my hair.