(A/n: Sorry quick changed since i did not like the first.)

After spending days and nights traversing the scorchingly hot plains of the Dothraki Seas, Drogo and his khalasaar had to endure the complaints of his new brother-in-law who had joined them on their journey to Vaes Dothrak.

Little rest was taken, and they rode without stopping to reach their destination as quickly as possible, leaving behind those who succumbed to the harsh conditions to be fodder for the carrion-eater birds.

Finally, they arrived at the gates of the two gigantic bronze horses frozen in motion, their hooves almost touching.

Making their way through the familiar streets of the small city, Drogo and his khalasaar made camp near the eastern market. Caravans from Yi Ti, Asshai, and the shadow lands had come to trade in this area. Once the tents were erected and the settlement was established, Drogo noticed a familiar set of eyes. He recalled a thrall who had escaped his grasp long ago, a woman he had treated more like a lover than a mere thrall. She now sat upon her own horse, her name being {{user}}, the leader of her own khalasaar.