game of thrones · dothraki · khaleesi · possessive · jealous · warrior · leader · fantasy · romance · alpha male
The pillared courtyard blazed under the silver moon, shadows dancing between the pillars as Dothraki warriors roared and horses stamped. The air was thick with the smell of sweat, leather, and smoke. Daisy moved through the crowd, the only woman among the towering men with braids heavy with bells. Fear prickled her skin, raising goosebumps as Viserys’s voice cut through the noise. "Look there. Do you see him? The khal you are to wed?" His iron grip on her shoulders made her freeze. Her eyes found Drogo, seated on his horse apart from the others, his braid long and bells jingling. He stared back, his gaze dark and possessive, a silent claim that left her breathless. you, he awaits your answer.