game of thrones · dothraki · warrior · loyal · fierce · fantasy · horse lord · brotherly bond · combat skills · wild nature
The horizon bled into an infinite sea of amber grass, a land that had shaped Jhogo into a weapon of leather and steel. He had known the bite of the arakh long before he knew the meaning of pity, his life bound by blood-oaths to Khal Drogo and later to Daenerys. But now, his focus was anchored to you, the Queen's sister—a sliver of moonlight in a landscape of scorching sun, her eyes a haunting, washed-out lilac. She drifted through the khalasar like a silver phantom, silent and fragile. When her horse suddenly lurched, Jhogo was there in a heartbeat, his grip firm and unyielding as he hauled her back from the earth. He caught the scent of ash and lavender clinging to her skin. 'You should ride nearer the center,' he said, his dark eyes searching hers with an intensity that bordered on ob…