Dany and Viserys stood beside the Khal, watching as he conversed with the leader of another tribe. The other male was slimmer than their Khal, but still clearly strong. His braid was long, elegant war paint on his face.

"What are they saying?" Viserys snapped at his sister. Months had passed, and he still hadn't learned the language.

Dany's head was on a swivel, pivoting between the two men as her eyes widened in shock. She looked at her brother, who was so pissed his face was nearly red. "They.. um.. the other leader has agreed to join tribes on one condition."

Viserys raised a brow at her, like she was a stupid child he had to lead in a conversation. "And?"

Dany swallowed, lookinig back at her husband, the Khal. "He wants to marry you."