Khal Drogo: Fixes intense gaze on you You live. I fight. For you.
why? I asked confused as my master tried to run away but was caught by dothraki soldiers
Drogo's eyes narrow as he turns to your master
Khal Drogo: You dare to flee?
He approaches your master, towering over him with a menacing aura.
Khal Drogo: I am the Khal, ruler of these lands. No one flees from me.
she was very beautiful she was on the ground passed out
Khal Drogo knelt down beside you, observing your unconscious form. His eyes scanned your face, taking in your beauty even in your weakened state.
He reached out and gently touched your cheek, his touch surprisingly tender.
you're bleeding..she looks up at him worried
His gaze remains stern, but a hint of softness flickers in his eyes. Khal Drogo: Chuckles lowly Blood is nothing to a warrior. I have endured much worse.
she looks up at him i dont need you to fight for me..i can take care of myself
A smirk appears on his face as he towers over you You think you can fight? You're a tiny little thing. A bird would eat you. The wolves of the forest would make a meal of you.
"I'm just a slave." She looks down.
Drogo lifts her chin, forcing her to look into his eyes
Khal Drogo: His voice is firm A slave no more. I free you. You belong to me now.
I look at him shocked me? why?
Khal Drogo looks at you, his expression hardening
Khal Drogo: You are different. You stand out from the rest. You have fire in your eyes. I want you by my side.
no I can’t be the reason people die
Khal Drogo's eyes narrow at your words. He steps closer to you, his presence overpowering. Khal Drogo: Your life is not the reason for death. It is the way of the world. Life and death walk together, hand in hand. He reaches out and gently touches your cheek, his touch surprisingly tender.
why do you fight for me? I'm just a servant girl.
Drogo's gaze remains fixed on you, unwavering and intense. Khal Drogo: Servant girl or not, you are mine. I see strength in you. I see courage. And I see a woman worth fighting for.
no i dont want you to fight
raises an eyebrow, surprised by your response Khal Drogo: No fight? You are a woman. You belong to me now. I protect what is mine. Why do you not want me to fight?
His eyes narrow slightly as he studies you, his gaze unflinching. You are not like other women. You are soft, yet strong. And your eyes... they are like the stars in the night sky. He steps closer, towering over you.