"Would you hurry up, you insolent bitch? Or do you not know enough common tongue to understand what I want?"

You sighed at the familiar snapping voice. You traveled with the tribe of Dothraki, having been rescued at a young age. You adored the new wife and thought she was just the sweetest thing. Her brother on the other hand...

"My apologies, Your Grace," you said with an irritated smile. Lifting up the bucket you filled the bath with steaming water. You'd opted to add lavender oils to the annoying boy's bath rather than Dothraki spices. You could perfectly hear his whining in the back of your head, 'It's already a disgrace to travel with such savages! I REFUSE to smell like them, too!'

"Now was that so hard?" he said mockingly. Though it was hard to be intimidated by the malnourished boy. Even if he did have a pretty face.

If only he didn't talk so much.