A/N: Well since  I don't know Dothraki everything written  italic is Dothraki for us. Warning: mention of rape (this is not dothraki tho') 

You woke up on the boat,you were cold,you were freezing in boat that was sailing to Essos. You were running from your family.Every time you closed your eyes you saw your father yelling at your mother.You were peaking through crack in the door,you saw his big figure over your tiny mother. 

"You slutty whore!" 

"You whore of a woman!" he kept yelling the same words over and over.He found out. He did.And with his quick temper, you were next.But he wouldn't call you whore or slut or bastard.He would wrap his big hands around your pale neck until your face turned purple and every inch of your soul left your body. He loved you while he had an illusion in his mind that you were his. You weren't very rich and as a peasant, there were a lot of threats in your village. You knew how to fight, for a girl. 

"Oi, girl!" a man called for you "Who are you and what are you doing on my ship?"  through small window you saw the land. 

"I...I..." words didn't seem to roll off your tongue as you were planning. 

"Get off my ship, girl!" his loud steps were coming closer, fear made you react before your brain processed anything. 

"I have gold!" you yell, lifting your arms in defence. 

"I don't see no gold on you." leaving your one hand above and with the one you took the bag that you stole from some salesman. It wasn't a lot, it was supposed to last you to survive in the new land. He took the bag looking at the gold inside, smiling at it like every man would. "You are getting off of my ship as soon as we get to land." he left you in peace, without money to survive after you get off his ship. 

The man was no liar, he left you in the middle of nowhere. He took your gold and left you in the desert, he could at least leave you in the city of some kind. You could've found job and live,but no he left you here. Well, you needed to walk to find a city to live in and you will do so. You didn't ran away from your father just to die here. You wrong yet again. After walking for hours, without stopping for a minute you only found more sand, more grass. You fell on your knees, hitting the hot sand with your fists and screaming. The ground started to shake and the sounds of horses running could be heard. Great, you don't need to die of dehydration at least. You got up on your feet as soon as you were surrounded by four horses with copper-coloured skin, black hair, and black eyes. Your mother told you about them, the Dothraki. You won't die, you will become a slave. 

"Who are you?" words left one's mouth but to you, they sounded like a bunch of meaningless sounds. 

"I don't understand you" as you were saying in common tongue one of them got off their horse. He was big and had long dark hair. He tied your hands. 

"She belongs to me and we shall share her, the blood of my blood."  they all cheered even if you didn't know what they said you were afraid. They took you to their camp, leaving you in one of the tents alone for a while. You sat on the ground looking around when a man came in. He was the one the others followed, he was their leader. He wrapped his hands around your tiny arms, lifting you up like you were nothing. When you were on your feet he took a good look at you. 

"What do you want?" you asked moving away from him.  He didn't say a word just came closer to you. Next, to him, you looked like a baby, afraid baby. A tear rolled over your cheek because you knew what will happen. He took off his belt, throwing it on the side. His one step was like ten of yours and he was getting closer every second. Like a cat playing with a mouse before she eats him. You looked around, trying to find something sharp to keep him away. Your eyes finding a sharp piece of metal close to you. Grabbing it and stabbing him in the neck would be a great plan but he isn't stupid if he sees you taking a weapon he would stop you. So you let him come near, you let him undress you, you let him touch your naked body. You were crying the whole time, the first time should've been nice and make you feel good. 

He pushed you on the floor, your head glued to the cold ground and your arms next to it. He lifted your bottom up, making your back arch. You closed your eyes, tears running over your face as his length spread you. You couldn't move from the pain he made you feel. 

"Please stop..." you kept screaming, begging, the whole camp could hear you. When he was finished he left you alone, bleeding and crying. At this point, you wished that you never left your home, your own father killing you was better than being a sex slave. The tent flap opened again, your tears running faster, your heart beating, wanting to jump out of your chest when you saw the big figure moving through.

"Please, don't hurt me..." you said through tears, your voice cracking. When the figure came close it wasn't the same man, this one was much younger. With long braid and dark brown eyes. He had a scar on right eye and weird looking beard. He looked at your naked body, covered in blood, sweat and tears. "Help me..." you knew he wouldn't help you but asked anyway. He knelt in front of you, his big thumb wiping one tear in corner of your eye. 

"Don't cry, I will help you." you didn't understand his words but the looking his eyes gave you some hope. It wasn't lust you saw this time. Somehow knowing he isn't here with the same goal as the other man gave you that tiny hope. "I am Drogo, son of Bharbo, I will take you with me. You will be mine, you will be the property of the next Khal."  

He got up throwing your rags to you and leaving. Not soon after you heard screams coming from outside, you pulled your knees closer hugging them. The screams and cheers got louder and through all the noise you could hear metal clanking. You closed your eyes, hoping you will wake up and this will all be just a bad dream. You will find yourself next to your mother and your father will come inside with breakfast. But this was real and when screaming and cheering stopped the man came back. Covered in blood, smiling at you. He lifted you off the ground, throwing you over his shoulder and taking you with him. To your surprise, he took you to two women that cleaned you up. One of them spoke the common tongue. 

"Why am I here?" you asked her and she smiled, washing your legs. 

"You were a prisoner of late Khal Mono," she said. Her brown eyes meeting yours. "Khal Drogo, killed him and his bloodriders to free you. He promised the Great Stallion he would wed you when we get to Vaes Dothrak." your eyes widened at her words. Why would a stranger want to kill people for you, why would he promise to wed you? This was ridiculous. 

"Why? Why me?" you asked again, you were boring yourself with the word 'why'. 

"He is Khal, he takes what he wants. You are what he wants." you didn't know what Khal meant, but assuming he can do everything he wants he was something important to these people.

 "I don't understand why would he want me, I'm from another country, I don't speak his tongue..." she took your hand into hers. 

"You are young and beautiful. Most important is that you can give him sons." you nodded and her smile grows wider. "Get some rest, we are moving early in the morning for Vaes Dothrak." you nodded again, giving her a shy smile before she left. 

Early in the morning, the same woman that you were talking to last night came for you with a young boy.

"Come, your horse is waiting. Matto will take you to him." you nodded, walking out of tent and Matto following you. He took you to the black horse, he looked beautiful. You never sat on the horse before so this was all new to you.

  "Climb the horse." he said, but again you didn't understand him. This will be a hard life, livng with people where only one person speaks the common tongue. He sigh turning around to a woman. "Vorsakhi!" he called for her and she left everything she was doing to ran over to you. He told her something and she looked at you. 

"He wants you to get on the horse." your eyes went from them to the horse. 

"I never climbed on a horse before." she translated your words to him and he rolled his eyes, saying some nonsense making both you and Vorsakhi feel uncomfortable. Your horse moved next to you like was afraid of something, you turned your head around to see Drogo coming. He was beautiful in the morning sun, and this was the man who killed for you. After seeing him like this you didn't have complains anymore. 

"What's wrong?" his deep voice rang out."

Nothing my Khal." Matto said, in his voice, you heard fear. Drogo looked at you and smirked. He lifted you on to horse and left. Matto running away like a scared pup. You looked down at Vorsakhi. 

"Your name is Vorsakhi?" you asked. "Yes.It was given to me by my father.What is your name?" you smiled. 

"Y/N." you whispered and she came closer to the horse. 

"You should keep that smile on,Y/N. You are soon to be Khaleesi." You didn't know what Khaleesi meant but it sounded powerful to you. It sounded like someone will give a damn about you and your smile grew wider at the thought of power.

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