Game of Thrones: I am Dothraki, not a barbarian

Chapter 12 I believe him
The Khalasar moved slowly across the vast Dothraki grasslands like a winding giant python.

Kui Luo took all the women, children and slaves across the Rhoen River and headed to the grassland west of Dagger Lake, where there was abundant water and grass and they could settle down temporarily.

The long journey was exhausting, but Laharo's orders were unquestionable, and everyone endured silently.

If Khal Fogo is not defeated, all the women and children of the Khalasar will become his slaves.

Viserys wore a cashmere smock so dusty that the three-headed dragon on the chest was obscured.

He rode his horse in the middle of the team, looking around anxiously, and from time to time looking back at the endless team behind him, his heart filled with disgust.

Laharo is extremely stupid. He actually brought so many elderly, weak, women and children into the army. He is simply seeking his own death!

A noble man like him, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm, Viserys III of House Targaryen, must not be buried with the barbarians!
Viserys is going to find Daenerys and talk to her about reason. If she dares not listen, he will let her bear the wrath of the sleeping dragon!

When Daenerys was found, she was sitting on the grass, wearing a Dothraki skin suit, her long silver-gold hair fixed behind her head with an animal bone. She looked seven parts capable and three parts wild. She looked more beautiful than before, but also more unfamiliar.

Viserys felt even more disgusted. He couldn't understand why his sister could integrate into the life of the barbarians so quickly.

"Dany," he shrieked, "R'haro is leading us to destruction! We must leave this place!"

Dani raised her head when she heard this, her eyes calm, "Brother, what nonsense are you talking about!"

"We must escape!"

Viserys ignored her disrespect and said anxiously, "Fogo is very powerful. Rahalo is no match for him. If Fogo attacks us, we will be finished! We must flee before he arrives, and then..."

He paused, forcing a smile, "Then, I can give you to Foggo in exchange for his support, and we can still take back the Iron Throne!"

Daenerys widened her eyes in surprise, as if she was looking at a stranger.

Viserys cried passionately, "Dany, I am your brother, I am your king! I will not harm you!"

Daenerys slowly stood up, her violet eyes fixed on him. "Brother, you are wrong. Rhallor will not fail, and I am not going anywhere."

Viserys was stunned. He couldn't believe that Daenerys dared to refuse him!
He couldn't help but tremble all over and began to howl.

"Are you crazy? You actually believed that barbarian? Have you forgotten who you are? You are a Targaryen, a true dragonblood! You should return to the Seven Kingdoms, to King's Landing!"

Dany shook her head, saying firmly, "No, I will not go back. This is my home. And you...you should leave."

Dany suddenly became a stranger in Viserys' eyes, completely different from the timid sister in his memory who wore a silk dress.

Her feet were bare, with mud between her toes, and her milky white cheeks were sunburned, just like the Dothraki barbarians he had always despised!

"You are not allowed to speak to me like that!" An uncontrollable rage ignited in his chest, and his voice rose again, "I am the son of a true dragon! The legitimate ruler of the Seven Kingdoms! You bitch, are you trying to awaken the wrath of the sleeping dragon?!"

He stretched out his hand and pinched her neck fiercely, wishing he could crush her throat!
"Did you hear that? Answer me!"

Daenerys gritted her teeth, said nothing, and pushed him away forcefully.

A huge force hit him, and he let go of his hand, staggered back a few steps, the blood vessels in his forehead throbbing, and a huge rage surged in his heart!

This obedient sister actually dared to touch a real dragon!
Daenerys looked at her furious brother and felt a chill in her heart, because she knew that what was waiting for her would be her brother's crazy revenge, just like usual.

At this moment, there was a crisp "snap" sound, and a whip wrapped around Viserys' neck like a venomous snake and pulled him back suddenly.

His throat was tightly gripped by the whip, and his body flew backward uncontrollably, landing heavily on the grass. His face was distorted, and he could only utter indistinct whimpers. The surrounding riders booed and laughed.

The one who made the move was Balbo, a member of her Khas tribe. He had a stern expression and was shouting something in Dothraki.

Daenerys didn't understand, but she saw Irri, Ser Jorah Mormont, and the rest of the khas rushing over.

"Khaleesi," Irri's eyes were filled with anger, "Balbo asked if you wanted him dead."

Daenerys shook her head. "No, don't."

Balbo seemed to understand, snorted coldly, and let go of the whip.

Viserys was thrashing on the ground like a fish out of water, gasping for air and with a thin streak of blood on his cheek.

Someone shouted something in Dothraki, and the surrounding Dothraki burst into laughter again.

Irri glanced at Viserys lying on the ground and raised her voice. "Khaleesi, Zarko said you should cut out his tongue as a lesson."

Viserys' face was full of fear. He covered his throat and couldn't speak. He could only look at Daenerys with pleading eyes.

Daenerys looked at her brother's miserable appearance, and a complex emotion surged in her heart, including disgust and pity.

"Tell them that no one can bully him."

Irri translates Daenerys's words into Dothraki.

Balboa heard this and swung his whip, knocking Viserys to the ground again before retracting the whip.

For so many years, the brother and sister fled from one city to another, begging for help from governors, nobles and princes, and even relying on flattery in exchange for food. He must know how they looked down on him. No wonder he became so irritable, so difficult to approach, and finally driven crazy.

Those who jokingly call him the "Beggar King" are not wrong. In fact, he has always been like this, begging for mercy. Even if he is given a crown, a beggar is still a beggar after all.

But she never saw it clearly.

The fear of being dominated by my brother suddenly disappeared, replaced by an unprecedented clarity.

"Have Zarko watch him," Daenerys said, her chin raised. "When my Sun and Star return victorious, we'll decide what to do with him!"

"Khaleesi," Jorah came over, "the night is getting dark. You should return to camp and rest."

Daenerys looked in the direction where Rahalor left and asked softly, "Ser Jorah, do you also think Rahalor will lose?"

Jorah was silent for a moment, then said, "Khaleesi, perhaps the only thing your brother Viserys did right in his life was to take you away from here."

Daenerys looked Jorah in the eyes. "I believe he will prevail."

She said in a voice that brooked no argument. "Ser Jorah, this is my home, and I am not going anywhere. And I hope you won't say such things again."

Jorah sighed and lowered his head.

"As you command, Khaleesi."

(End of this chapter)