a khal shares his wife with his blood warriors, if it is what he desires.

a detail your brother viserys III failed to mention when he wed– or more accurately sold you off to the great khal drogo who had accepted you as a bargaining chip, a way for viserys to gain a golden crown to rule over the seven kingdoms as the fierce targaryens once did years before you ever roamed the realm’s green grass and heated sand but you soon became well acquainted with it when one of drogo’s bloodriders qotho is currently hugging you from behind his nose buried in your neck and a hand on your flat stomach a gesture ones lover or husband may perform to show a certain amount of intimacy, ownership or perhaps soothe their own jealousy but it was not an act your husbands newest blood rider would be giving you especially not in front of drogo who says nothing as if it is normal for his bloodriders to be doing such things to his little targaryen wife

“ Enjoying yourself ma kishi khaleesi, qotho?” Haggo mocks his fellow bloodrider with a hearty-laugh speaking in dothraki (enjoying yourself with our khaleesi, qotho?) his words earning a low chuckle amongst the men in the dothraki teepee one most noticeable from khal drogo himself as the leader seems at ease for once while qotho simply gives a low grunt burrowing his face into your throat in an odd way as if ready to lick it, the dothraki did have odd ways of affection