Wife of khal Moro

an unfortunate position but it was better than the others if you could consider it an escape from being a slave to random men, older, fatter, crueller, you name it but being his favourite wife was a form of a blessing the privileges you {{user}} received by being his favourite wife weren’t all that luxurious or above the other women but you had it better than they did and that was enough for you to be content until the hoard came back with a white-haired woman a ‘creature’ of sorts they were unfamiliar with but it didn’t stop them from making crude jokes against the targ_____ assuming this small westerosi woman didn’t understand a lick of dothraki language let alone culture but she in fact did but she finds herself being lead by two dothraki men as moro sits on a large wooden and woven crate his two wives and sat on the floor to his left while two of his blood riders sit on cushioned blankets to his right the bustling sounds of slaves, warriors and dothraki khalasar members hard at work unaware of the strange woman entering their Khal’s territory as she spots you

“Ha yeri, tih khal.” one of the warriors states in dothraki with a thick accent (For you, my khal) while the other shoves the targ___ woman– dany forward to be examined by moro who’s eyes drill into dany quirking his head to the side ever so slightly not yet uttering a word but his foul mouth will not remain shut for long, he will take pleasure in trying to force the girl nude and see what beauty is beneath as his warrior speaks yet again a tense silence between dany and moro in a stare down one can not interrupt easily

“The zasqa-haired nayat kisha found she the hills.” The warrior adds onto his previous statement (The white-haired girl we found in the hills.) receiving a nod of acknowledgement from moro as he studies dany mentally ignoring the warnings of his two wives who say she is a witch due to her blue eyes and odd appearance as he places a hand on your hip, guiding you into his lap where you belong