~~~~Point of View: Amanda~~~~
~~~~(Date: 57 AC)~~~~
"There are fewer and fewer animals to hunt. At this rate, we'll have to sacrifice some horses." A Dothraki, the one who had taken notice of me after I was enslaved, spoke to his other monstrous companions.
The Khalasar that had enslaved me years ago had slowed its march, forcing the entire crowd to go slower, and it was even time to start setting up the huts, preparing the pen for the ducks and chickens, and feeding the horses. Because, at this pace, the Khalasar would have to stop to rest.
Luckily, I had good breasts, which, at the same time, was a disadvantage, since the Dothraki who enslaved me forced me to go to the front and make his view more pleasant. The bad thing was that I had to walk even faster not to fall behind the Khal's group. It had happened a few times, and the result was not the most pleasant.
I used to be a prostitute from Myr, but after the horse lords arrived in the city, I was handed over as a dowry so they wouldn't sack the city. And while I didn't have a great time in Myr, it was much better than walking through this god-forsaken ordeal.
However, thanks to my knowledge as a prostitute, I earned the affection of one of the Khal's Bloodriders. This freed me from forced labor and, at the same time, "protected" me to a certain extent, as I was important to him.
Today, things had been the same: make the man happy, follow him during the march, and once again, be the object of the Khal's lustful glances. But everything changed when the group stopped, and since I was at the front, I could see the reason for it.
A modest construction stood before me, made of wood and stone. It looked very pleasing to the eye and cozy. And most importantly, a small pond of crystal-clear water that made my throat scream for a sip.
What looked like a cabin was a single story, with several windows that appeared to be glass. The owner of this cabin was undoubtedly very rich, considering he had several dark windows that prevented seeing inside, not to mention what looked like crystal torches with some kind of fire inside, providing light and clarity, even in the daytime.
After a few seconds, during which the savage Dothraki surrounded and inspected the house, even breaking one of the torches in their eagerness to touch them, the heavy door opened and out came a man dressed in full armor and a great sword at his waist.
To say I was shocked would be an understatement, not because of the person, but because of his attire. Before being enslaved by the Dothraki, I lived in Myr as a whore, but more than that, I was one of the tavern owner's assistants, the place from which I was sold as a slave as a gift when the Khal visited the city.
There, having access to books and teachings, I was able to learn several things, and what I learned most was how to distinguish valuable things from those that are not. And wow, the armor and sword did have value! And how could they not? If they were made of Valyrian steel. Poor man, if someone else noticed what he was wearing and told the Khal, he could kill him and sell the armor and sword; with that, he could have enough gold to buy all of Pentos if he wanted.
While I was absorbed in my thoughts, I noticed the man under the armor talking to the Khal, until everything got worse when I saw one of the Dothraki approaching him.
Everything happened so fast that I couldn't understand what happened. One moment the Dothraki was approaching the man, and moments later, he was crushed by his horse, and his severed head was held by the man he wanted to kill.
Everything that followed was like a fever dream. The man in the Valyrian steel armor moved like a demon, with a speed that no man should have, and yet, it was happening right in front of me. I wasn't even moved by the death of my "protector" at his hands.
Because I was perplexed, even afraid of what I was witnessing, and I was sure that many of these savages were too.
The man, filled with a courage that seemed to have come from some unknown place, was able to kill three Dothraki with little time and effort, and before everyone reacted, he had killed the Khal in a manner so barbaric and horrific that even the victims of the bears or the wyverns of Sothoryos couldn't imagine dying that way.
~~~~Point of View: Caspian Darkwood~~~~
Seeing how things had ended, I was a little surprised. The truth was that I had no intention of killing their leader, however, as soon as I felt threatened, I did not hesitate to raise my sword and end the life of the man who lay in the sand.
At first, I didn't want to fight the Dothraki, much less the Khal. That's why I insisted they move on and leave me alone, not because I was afraid—since I had weapons to defend myself—but because I didn't want to get involved in conflicts before I had learned about this world, what year I was in, and where.
So it was a blessing in disguise that the Khal was unprotected for a moment, and that my speed was greater than his reaction capacity, thus managing to end his miserable life, and hopefully, finish this and make them disperse upon seeing their dead Khal.
And noticing that no one else showed signs of attacking me, I walked away and returned to the cabin, where the steak was already cooked. And as if nothing had happened, I started eating, though without taking my eyes off the oak door in case I was ambushed.
Once I finished my juicy steak, I realized that the Khalasar had not left, so grabbing my sword to try to make them leave, I went out again.
At that moment, everyone turned to look at me, and from the massive group, eight men approached me. I was expectant for the slightest provocation, but my worries were unfounded, since, apparently, none had any intention of attacking me... For now.
"Why haven't you left? You have nothing to wait for here," I told them. The memory of how I had killed their Khal was still fresh in their minds, so I didn't think they would attack blindly, but what I didn't expect was what one of those men said next.
"You killed Khal Mordo, the Khalasar is now yours," and that's when I remembered. Killing the Khal in single combat would make the Khalasar belong to you, and although the combat was more one-sided, that didn't change the fact that I now had a Khalasar under my control.
And although it was strange, I didn't think the idea was bad. The Dothraki were the best riders in the known world, growing up in a barbaric environment from an early age, which made them great fighters, and I couldn't help but think of a Khalasar of armored horses, with all their riders wearing full iron or diamond armor. It could easily be the most powerful and terrible cavalry in the known world.
Not only that, but besides the Dothraki, there were surely many slaves—perfect people to start a city, even a kingdom. As for the issue of having an entire Khalasar at my disposal, I didn't know yet if that would be good or bad.