unburntxqueen:

       ‘  yes. the horses need time, and we are nearly where we need to be.           tell your ladies to set up what we need for the night. tonight, we will           feast.  ’

unburntxqueen:

       ‘   the ride is more pleasant with you there.  ’

mother-of-dragonns:

he pressed his hand to hers when she winced, strong hand pressing into her skin as a kind of comfort. he knows now how much pressure she can take before her hurts her, knows how to give the kind of affection that his words cannot. in touch, they can meet, language barrier lost. just any two people under the sun. he knows what she wants for her son, but he cannot imagine how a dothraki child would be happy sitting still, even if he did conquer the world for them. she cannot be unhappy like this, not when she carries his child within her. 

            ‘  he grows strong. you carry him well.  ’

she was more beautiful than he could have imagine when filled with his child, and he knew that this will not be the only child that she carries. they will have more, when this one is more grown. she could have one of them for her throne, if she wished. he didn’t want to argue with her, not now., not with so much weight on her shoulders.

mxrmontx:

        ‘  watch your back now. he will not take happily to that analysis.  ’

his words still held the echo of his laugh within them, but the warning was very real. he could not sit watch and his orders were often ignored the moment his back was turned. their culture was one filled with fights and he could never stop them from happening. 

ofgcldenroses:

he hates smiling like this, hates these customs that his khaleesi says he must get used to. there has not been one good fight at this meeting and he knows his men grow as bored of it as he does. and still he smiles. if this is how they will begin to get her the throne, then he will suffer through, even with these warriors who fight with metal protecting their bodies. they will see dothraki fight and know they are nothing. but still, he smiles, for his queen. his horse has been taken from him, and placed in an area they call a stable and all the time he smiled for daenerys. and now, here he sits, smiling as if he wouldn’t rather be anywhere else in the world. 

       ‘   she has been excited to meet others from her home.  ’

                           HEADCANON 002 :                        on family and other relationships.

the dothraki thoughts on family hold slightly differently to the western ones, but these are more my thought relating more specifically to drogo and his experiences because i can only really speak on that. his father was KHAL. it is not a spoken rule that a son will follow father to the lead, and is only employed when the son is strong himself, but it is expected. he grew up knowing that he would prove himself, that he would be a great warrior to follow on and he would lead. his father was hard. he pressed steel into his son’s hand and taught him to fight, but he also gifted him his first horse and told him that he thought their people could be more with the right leader. his father died older than most khals. he kept winning battles to the end with his son right by his side. his mother is DOSH KHALEEN, and he thinks of her with pride. she was soft and she whispered words of who he would be to him and he never knew belief like he saw in her eyes. she had visions of who he would be and pressed leadership into his mind so he knew who he would be. his mother is wise. she leads with pride and intelligence and when he is in vaes dothrak he sits with her and asks for her advice. she leads him and he leads his people. his sister is GONE. they never expected her anyway and she was born sickly but he loved her enough to make up for it. his father would not look at her. his mother could not hold her tight enough, and the little drogo watched as she came and faded from this world. he still thinks of her. there is a mare with her name that he cannot bear to look at some days and he thinks about her whenever another girl is born to them. here and then gone in six days, and a lifetime on his mind. his bloodriders give LIFE. they are the brothers that he never had and the only family he holds close around him now. a warrior’s life is filled with danger and he knows he will watch them fade from the world one day, they cannot stay forever with steel in their hands. he rides with them and laughs with them and there are days when they see his fears. they say he is a good khal, and he thinks that he could only be that with people by his side.

unburntxqueen:

he is trying with her, more than he has for a long time. this is not the life that young, pale girls dream of and he knows it, but it is a good life, and he is a strong man. she can be happy here, if she lets herself try. he is glad she is learning the language so fast. it makes this easier on the both of them. his grasp of the common tongue is poor, he knows that, but his lips have problems with the words.

     ‘  i enjoy every ride the great stallion blesses me with, but i find it better with your mare by my side. no one else will ride next to me.  ’

mother-of-dragonns:

she is unhappy with him, or at least he feels like it. he has tried to make her happy and make this easy, even though it has gone against all that he knows. he cannot do much more than he has done without risking his place as khal. he is a disappointment to her. he should have known that it would be so. his time would be better spent with his bloodriders than making promises that he does not know his people will commit to. 

       ‘   my eyes see you.  ’

this time his voice is soft, still scratching at the sides of his throat, but deeper and quieter this time. he speaks for her, not his men, not his people, not even the great stallion. he does not have the language to tell her his thoughts. the dothraki do not have words of love in the way the common tongue does, and he cannot give her what she needs to hear. this is all he has, and for the first time, the great khal does not know if it is enough.

mother-of-dragonns:

he is sorry for the harsh way in which he spoke to her. drogo is a rough man, has always been a rough man, and not the kind that she might have wished for when she thought of a husband. this was his way. he could not give her what she had once expected. his son would mount the world, and he would travel the poison seas for her, but sitting on a throne was not the dothraki way and he could not expect his people to change for him. his son would have this urge for freedom, this love of war, in his veins. how could he be content to sit still on a seat? 

       ‘   then the stallion will. but a dothraki son will not sit still on a seat forever.  ’

he moved his stallion closer to her mount, the closest thing to affection that he has. he will stand with her, will go to the biggest fight of his life for her, and yet he will not give up this life. his son will be dothraki, will breathe and see and feel dothraki. he knows that the stallion will be great, he has seen it, but he will not sit still on a seat and forget about his people. this was a good way of life and she could be happy here if she let herself forget about all of this. why did she need to be a queen if she was already a khaleesi? he didn’t understand it. 

     ‘  you are not happy here.   ’

he looks out over the figure that stands before him. her clothes torn, her skin covered in layers of dirt. he does not understand how she could have come to be out here alone and looking like this. there seems to be an abundance of pale people out in the plains in these times. he urgest his horse forward, towards the figure standing alone, urging only his bloodriders to follow him. they move towards her, each eager to know if she is as alone as she seems. 

      ‘   you, girl. how did you come to be here? ’

their lifestyle always changed when they stayed in the free cities. for a few days, they wore silks and received gifts from those who wished to refrain from fights when they thirsted for them. for drogo, he had another reason to be here. his khaleesi needed people around her who understood her way of life and what she was born to. though she had taken to this life well, he was concerned that she might be unhappy behind her smiles. he shifts where he sits, broken language falling from his mouth as he speaks to this westerosi girl. 

      ‘   i search for a companion for my wife who understands her life.  ’

it is the first moment in a while that they have spent time alone. he has tried to be open with her, but he cannot help the way he has to act in front of the people who follow them. this walk is meant for them, a moment alone from all the people who would have them both act in a certain way. he smiles down on her. she has fit in well in this place, picking up their way of life quickly and he is proud of her. 

      ‘   how have you found the ride?  ’

he is told that he must be nice to these newcomers, that they wish to support his khaleesi when she takes the throne of her home. he thinks they smell too sweet to be trusted. to his right, he sees the warning eyes of daenerys, telling him that he does not look welcoming. the kahl almost sighs. he has never been welcoming to strangers. normally, he would fight them. around him, his people gaze at those they have never seen, and he sees more than one hand on a weapon, as if they are awaiting his signal. instead, he smiles as well he can, though it may be a grimace, and looks towards the daughter of the family. 

      ‘   i know my khalessi is happy to have you here.   ’

he is taking westeros for his khaleesi. this land is her home, and she deserves to return to it as the queen. the weeks have been strange. the horses did not like the boats, and he cannot say he enjoyed them either. now he is off, he has been making his presence known. they have torn through villages, burning what they did not want and taking the rest, and he knows that the girl he married his happy that she is coming closer to taking back her birthright. her smile is his reward, and he is not ready to stop seeing that. 

they have invited this woman, the fake queen, to sit with them. she will leave her throne in peace, or they will take the city by morning. she would have his wife killed where she sits, if she could, and he is ready for the thought that they will fight tonight if this goes badly. he has been practising the common tongue for this meeting, so he is never left in the dark when they speak. 

        ‘   you will give my khaleesi her throne, or we will kill all of you.  ’