October 18, 297, After Aegon's Conquest
The sun always rises early on the Dothraki Sea. As the sun sets over the tents, beneath the clouds, a camp of nearly a thousand tents, capable of housing tens of thousands of people, was located on the vast Dothraki grassland. By this time, the people in the tents had already awakened. The elders were milking cows and sheep, the women were cooking, the children were collecting cow dung to carry back to their tents as fuel, and the men were washing their beloved warhorses.
In a large tent in the center, the Dothraki guest, Khal Drogo's "kinsman," Viserys Targaryen, second son of the "Mad King" and "King of the Seven Kingdoms," was complaining to his servant Varus about breakfast.
"Blood cake, black sausage, charred roast beef, beetroot soup, and some viscera from some unknown animal! It's disgusting! The result of eating these so-called meals daily is that the ancestors of the Targaryen family will crawl out of their graves, enter my stomach, and wash me inside and out with holy water to remove the filth and odor from my body.
And what the heck is this? Fermented mare's milk? Or pepper ale and poppy wine. These Dothraki savages will never know elegance, civilization, and true food. They're only fit to eat insects in the grass like dogs!" he said. Viserys looked at the food in front of him with disdain, swirling his goblet of fermented mare's milk.
"Where are the onion cheese and eggs? The pigeon pie, the cinnamon-scented roasted apples, the thick barley soup, and the venison with a beetroot, honey, and garlic salad, and the delicious snails sprinkled with nut crumbs, and cinnamon-scented roasted apples for dessert? I want to drink milk wine or sweet golden wine! This is food that befits my status!
If it weren't for the restoration of the Kingdom, I wouldn't want to stay among these barbarians for a minute!" he said, waving his hands vigorously. "It will take us another month to reach the holy city of Vaes Dothrak. During this time, I hope you will be patient," Varus whispered hastily to dissuade him. "Of course I know!" I've been waiting for over ten years, so I don't mind waiting another half month.
Viserys Targaryen pointed outside the tent and said, "Verus, there are 90,000 Dothraki warriors outside. According to the agreement with Drogo, I will be assigned 10,000 warriors to support me in my return to Westeros and the recapture of King's Landing! The brave Dothraki warriors will fight for the Targaryen family!"
"But, Master, I have received bad news these days." Varus's face looked very unnatural.
"What is it? You'd better not interfere with my plans." Viserys picked up a glass of peppered ale and took a sip, frowning.
"I hear the Dothraki enemy is very strong this time. The Dothraki have suffered many defeats. I fear they will not be able to offer you much support for the time being."
Viserys sneered. Defeat is the Dothraki's problem, not mine. Besides, this time they've amassed an army of 90,000 men. Think about it, Westeros has never assembled so many soldiers at once. It's quite a spectacle, isn't it? The Dothraki are as numerous as rabbits in the savannah. I only want 10,000 warriors. That's what Khal Drogo promised for my sister's hand!
"Master, Varus believes Khal Drogo couldn't..."
"I've already married my sister off. How can you go back on your word? The noble Targaryen family will not accept such an insult! Think about it! The Dothraki also want to plunder Westeros. And I gave them a better reason to accomplish this, and that is to help the Targaryen family restore the country." Viserys took another sip of his peppered ale as he ranted.
"I gave him a sister, I secured an army, the Dothraki wealth, and I the throne. Is that fair, no?"
"But, Master..."
"Silence!"
Viserys dismissed Varus with a gesture. "I am the son of Aerys Targaryen, the only legitimate heir to the Iron Throne! The people of the Seven Kingdoms work night after night to craft dragon banners in anticipation of my return! Victory is at hand! Honor awaits! I promised Illyrio that he would be Master of Coin upon reclaiming the Iron Throne, and I can promise you the same: that you will be Chief of Court."
"Uh, this, as you command, Master," Verus replied, his head bowed.
"Now I go to visit my beautiful sister and her husband. And to see my future army."
Varus hesitated for a moment, then said, "Master, Khal Drogo and his army left at dawn two days ago."
Viserys was stunned. "Why didn't anyone tell me?"
"You've been in the tent these past few days. The Dothraki have ignored us, except to bring us food. You... your sister, Lady Daenerys, told us not to tell you..."
With a bang, a wine goblet shattered on Varus's forehead, spilling the ale all over his face.
Viserys's face turned red with anger. He had been playing with the two handmaidens sent by Khal Drogo these past few days. He also knew that the Dothraki warriors were gone. Khal Drogo wouldn't deign to tell him, and Daenerys didn't want him to know.
"He dares to do this because he no longer fears awakening the wrath of the sleeping dragon!" Viserys said furiously.
"I will restore you to victory, my wife!"
This was what Drogo told Daenerys before leaving. She knew that just three days ago, Khal Drogo, the leader of the largest Khalasar in the Dothraki Sea, had argued with several other Khals of the Khalasar all night, then set out with 90,000 Dothraki warriors to fight the enemies in the east.
"Enemies in the East? What powerful tribes are there in the East? Aren't the Dothraki the overlords?" Daenerys was puzzled. She only knew that the Dothraki were the most powerful people in Essos, and she had never heard of any other powerful people in the East.
Daenerys is learning how to sew a painted leather vest with her handmaiden Doreah—an essential skill for Dothraki women—and how to sew a belt for her man. Since marrying Drogo, she has worked hard to learn the Dothraki way of life and culture, hoping to fulfill her duties as a wife and become a competent "Khaleesi."
"Daenerys, come see me! I demand that you tell me what the hell is going on!"
There was a commotion outside the tent, and Daenerys frowned. She heard a voice she didn't like.
Viserys pushed his way through the guards trying to stop him and entered the tent, with Ser Jorah Mormont behind him.
Daenerys! How dare you do this?!
Why didn't you tell me Khal Drogo left? He took my soldiers, why didn't you tell me?
Viserys looked at Daenerys with a dark look.
"First of all, I want to correct your two misguided questions, brother!" Danielle's eyes were slightly dazed.
"First: Drogo's departure is an internal matter for the Khalasar. There's no need to inform them. This is a matter for the Dothraki." Second: Before the ten thousand warriors were handed over to you, they were not your warriors. They were still warriors of the Khalasar, not yours, brother!
"Are you insulting me?! You are married to Khal Drogo, and you dare to disrespect me? You disrespect the rightful King of the Seven Kingdoms! Who do you think you are?!"
"I am Khaleesi, wife of Khal Drogo!" Daenerys replied stubbornly.
"Bah!" Viserys, enraged, slapped the person blocking him and raised his hand. Daenerys, panicking, stepped back, kicked the pot on the floor, and fell back onto the cushions.
At that moment, a hand reached out to the side to block Viserys. Viserys struggled several times and discovered that the owner of the hand had iron strength.
Korgel, a "Ko" whom Drogo had left at the camp, stood in his way.
Korgel shoved Viserys, and Jorah Mormont stepped forward to hold him, looking down at Korgel without showing weakness.
Korgel looked at Viserys with disdain and said to Daenerys, "Khaleesi! We are in trouble, the enemy!" "He's coming!"
Upon reaching the large tent, they saw chaos. Women were busy searching for children and packing things, elders were saddling horses and feeding them, and young warriors were packing their weapons and equipment, mounting their horses, and gathering.
Korgel jumped onto the horse the slaves had brought and pointed into the distance. "Our scouts have spotted the enemy. There are approximately 1,000 riders."
"Don't worry, we have 3,000 brave warriors here!" Korgel comforted Daenerys, seeing that she was a little scared.
Daenerys panicked, "Who are the enemies?"
"Tangas! Tagbac! They have several pronunciations," Korgel thought.
"Taojiasi? Taogesi? Tuoboshi?"
"But they are better known as"
"Peach Blossom Stone!" "No, it wasn't like that," Korgel denied, trying to remember. After a few seconds, he remembered and exclaimed.
"Peach Blossom Khanate!"
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