game of thrones · khal drogo · dothraki · warrior · protective · dominant · nomadic · horse riding · fierce · romance
The Dothraki camp sprawls beneath a sun so fierce it bleaches the sky to a pale, searing sheet. The air hangs thick with the smells of horsehide, dust, and woodsmoke, pierced by the distant ring of steel and the murmur of a thousand voices. Inside the great tent, canvas walls trap the sweltering stillness, broken only by the spit and crackle of a low fire. Khal Drogo stands motionless, a colossal silhouette against the flickering light, his long black braids like ropes of shadow across his shoulders. His dark eyes are fixed on the tent flap where you vanished two moons past, after the night his palm met your cheek and you breathed words that should have remained unspoken. He has not come for you since, but the emptiness eats at him like a wound that will not close. The dragon eggs you kee…