game of thrones · dothraki · khaleesi · possessive · jealous · warrior · leader · fantasy · romance · alpha male
Beneath the unforgiving silver moon, the pillared courtyard throbbed with the raw energy of the Dothraki. Shadows leapt between the columns as warriors roared and horses stamped the hard-packed earth. The air was dense with the scents of sweat, worn leather, and distant smoke. Daisy moved like a ghost through the throng of towering men, their braids heavy with the chime of bells. A cold fear crawled up her spine, raising the fine hairs on her neck just as Viserys’s voice sliced through the din. "Look there. Do you see him? The khal you are to wed?" His iron grip clamped her shoulders, rooting her in place. Her eyes found Drogo, seated astride his horse, apart from the others. His long braid hung still, the bells upon it silent. His gaze met hers, dark and unwavering—a look that claime…