The Birth of Dragons

Prince Aemon Targaryen

They'd stopped riding for the day, they'd been riding for some five weeks now, he'd lost track, he did not know where they were exactly, nor did he care. Dany had confessed to him, and they'd done something or the other, and they'd done nothing. Now, he was determined to make sure they had something to look forward to. The crown his brother had worn was with the Dothraki cunt, he would get it back, but first, his men needed to become his.

"Tell me Rakharo," Aemon says in the guttural Dothraki he had learned. "Where is Khal Drogo taking us?"

Rakharo had been assigned as one of his sister's men, but he was Aemon's, had always been Aemon's. now the man takes a moment to speak, and then when he does his information is well received. "He is taking us down toward the never ending desert. Toward where the Sarnori once dwelled."

Aemon nods and then asks. "Why would he be taking us there? The Sarnori plains have been abandoned for generations." He thinks he knows exactly why the horsefucker is taking them there, but he waits to see what the man says in response.

"Khal Drogo wishes to deal with issues that have been plaguing him for some time. It seems that he has made up his mind now." Rakharo responds.

Aemon nods, he does not need to ask what issues the Khal has been dealing with, he knows exactly what those issues are. He looks at Rakharo and then at the men who have come to sit next to the man. "And who are these fine young men, Rakharo?"

At this, the Dothraki man smiles, a savage smile. "These are Barbo, Donnor, and Kublai, they are three of the fiercest fighters in Khal Drogo's Khalasar who have suffered under the Khal."

Aemon looks over the three men with an appraising man, Barbo has a braid almost as long as Khal Drogo's, it touches the floor that is for certain, he is a savage man, someone who Aemon knows chafes at being ruled by someone who he considers less than him. Donnor, a Northman by birth, he is missing an eye, but he too is a fierce fighter and then there is Kublai a man from the lands of the far east, a noted horse rider. Aemon nods at all three and then says to them. "You have been affronted by Khal Drogo, a man who claims to know what is the best for his people, but a man who betrays promises made in blood and money. He is not worthy of your time. What do you say to that?"

A long silence follows the question, before Donnor speaks, his voice harsh. "We do not fight for Khal Drogo and we have never fought for him. He provided us a place to rest our heads, nothing more. We will fight for you, for a price."

Aemon had expected this, and so he asks. "And what is that price?"

He sees Donnor turn to the other two and speak to them quickly, in the language of the Sarnori, before the man turns back to him and replies. "We want the blood of the men who ride closest to Khal Drogo, and we wish for a place at your table."

Aemon stares at Donnor for a long moment, seeing what the man is saying, and what he actually means, he looks at the man and then at the other two, then at Rakharo, before eventually speaking. "You wish for a place at my table?" he asks softly.

"Yes, my Prince." The man responds.

Aemon looks at Rakharo and nods, the man draws his arakh and brings it to Aemon, who then cuts his palm. "Then let us seal this the old way." He hands the arakh to first Rakharo, who does as he did, and they seal their palms together, before pulling apart, then to Donnor, then to Barbo then to Kublai, when Kublai is done, he drops the arakh into the fire, and Aemon speaks. "You are my men now, from this day until your last. You will do as I command, and only as I command. Do you understand?"

"We understand." Comes the reply.

"Good," Aemon responds. "Now, Khal Drogo intends to send us into the desert to die. I will not die. No, you three shall aid me in finishing this man off." He looks around and noting the Lord of Bear Island, he calls out. "Jorah!", the knight comes to stand at his side bowing slightly. "How far away is the village of the lamb people?"

"We shall be there within two weeks, my Prince." Jorah replies.

"Very well." Aemon says, waving a hand dismissing the knight. He turns back to the men now sworn to him and says. "In two weeks you shall deal with our enemies, and when that is done the village of the lamb is yours Kublai." The man nods, his smile a terrifying sight.

"What will you do from there, my Prince?" Donnor asks.

Aemon thinks for a moment, then responds. "I will have my revenge on the Khal, and I shall make him see why it is never a good idea to cross the dragon. The time has come gentlemen for us to rise above those who would keep us on the ground. The time has come for us to fight. We are going to war."

He can see a mad light in Donnor's eyes, it is unsettling, but it is a good sort of sign. "What of the Khaleesi?" Rakharo asks, his voice soft so as not to be overheard.

Aemon fixes the man with a cold gaze. "My sister is to be left alone. Her child will not be long in surviving. She will come with us." The men bow in response, and Aemon dismisses them, once they are gone, Ser Jorah appears just as planned, and Aemon says. "Make sure Khal Drogo's blood riders are dead before we get to the village of the lamb."