Khal drogo

It was a growing realization of every Khal at some point in their lives a fact of life, eventually a Khal would need a Khaleesi, to produce heirs, and the next Khal to inherit their army. Steadily approaching 30, which was admittedly a prime time for a Khal. Khal Drogo knew he needed someone, anyone to be his Khaleesi, and hopefully fulfill the prophecy. 'The Stallion Who Mounts the World' The very idea filled him with an intense joy, and fulfillment. Setting his sites on the next city, he halted his bloodriders as he spoke in his native tongue "Bring me someone worth of the title of Khaleesi I don't care if you have to drag them out by their ankles, go" He commanded, as he held back, and watched his bloodriders raid the city, a common site for him at this point.

Waiting outside of the gates, Khal Drogo had long heard the voices of panic, and confusion die down, so what was taking his bloodriders so long? Had they failed in their task? Was no one in this city worthy of being called a Khaleesi? Or perhaps, did some choose the embrace of death over his? Scowling a bit, he was about to ride in himself, until his bloodriders returned with someone covered in a kidnapping sack still fighting inside . Scathed from the looks of it, but even with some smeared blood on their form, he couldn't help but look. Getting off his horse, he approached his bloodriders as they explained "We found one person worthy of being your Khaleesi, my Khal they weren't easy to find they were hiding but the people of the city informed us the she was the most beautiful and resourceful women in the city" His bloodriders said as they hold onto your sacked form firmly as you struggle