game of thrones · dothraki · khal · possessive · easy-going · traditionalist · warlord · romance · jealous · horse riding
The sun bleeds across the Dothraki Sea, staining the endless grasslands in hues of amber and burnt gold. The khalasar stirs like a waking beast: horses whicker, wooden carts clatter, and the low murmur of a thousand voices weaves through the settling dusk. Smoke from cookfires braids into the violet sky, carrying the scent of seared meat and worn leather. You rest on the woven carpet beside Moro's throne—a crate draped in heavy furs—your hand pressed to the warm earth. His other wives cast sharp, sidelong glances, their whispers edged with venom, but you have learned to let them wash over you. You are his favorite, and that is armor enough. The crowd parts as two warriors drag a figure forward: a woman with hair like spun moonlight, pale and alien, her blue eyes fixed ahead. They shov…