Game of Thrones: The Prideful One

Chapter 37:

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The next morning, I woke up early to the dawning rising sun, and my first thing on my to-do list was to start coordinating the logistics of what we were going to do once we were outside of Pentos, I had already ordered my ravens previously to spread out, and look all over Essos their mission was simple to find as many Dothrakis Tribes as possible, the bigger the Khalasar, the better.

Once they located some, they would have to come back to me giving me their general location; that way; I would find them, giving me the element of surprise and time to plan how to subdue them.

So far, I had the location of three small Khalasars, with each one having around one thousand to three thousand riders or able warriors.

While I wanted to know where the biggest Khalasar were and absorb them, I would targets the small Khalasars first, because while my plan of using their horses might work, it might also backfire me terribly, if the awful case scenario they for some reason believed I was using some kind of black sorcery things would go bad, especially if I was outnumbered, I was a super soldier, not a god, it would be stupid to target Khals like Drogo at first, he would obliterate me in sheer numbers.

That's why I wanted to target smaller Khalasars because if my plan went wrong, I would have enough manpower to subdue them.

"Today is the day," Daenerys smiled, snapping me out of my long reverie, standing right beside me.

"Aye," I nodded, as I walked to the coast with my wife and some of our men guarding us.

My men had rested and were ready to march, Illyrio had provided them with all the items I had ordered for this specific campaign.

"We are ready, my King," The commander of my men announced.

"Good," I acknowledged, as we started to move out of Pentos.

After making sure everything was ready, we left Pentos, following the directions one of my Ravens gave me to the smallest Khalassar they had found so far, this would be the perfect target to test run and see if I could do like I did with the Ironborn and make them believe I was some kind of chosen one.

If that didn't work, I would have to resort to plan B either kill the Khal and claim the Khalasar, which I wasn't entirely sure it would work considering there was nothing in the books I read about them that said or even hinted that foreigners could be named Khal of a Khalasar.

And if B didn't work, I would have to go down to C kill everyone in the Khalasar.

It would take us roughly four days before we even arrived close to the small Khalasar that was if we didn't stop, and while I was eager to see if I could use the Dothraki for my conquest I was not going to make my men suffer for it, so we would rest after a day or two, I knew I could win from what my ravens had found out, they had about one thousand able soldiers or riders.

[3 DAYS LATER]

The terrain was beautiful yet unforgiven, both majestic and terrifying; the plains were covered in gold-colored grass, with animals roaming free, both predators and prey.

So far it has been three days since we left Pentos, and so far we haven't found any type of problems in our path, besides the scorching sun and the harsh climate, but all our effort was about to pay off because we are finally close to the Khalasar I had targeted, my Ravens had informed me that the Khalasar had set up a camp a few miles away from us, which meant it was time to prepare for what it was to come.

The first thing I did was to instruct some of my men to set up camp and protect Daenerys should things go wild, not that they were, but is always good to have a backup plan just in case, while they did that, I discussed with my general and lieutenant in the war tent how to proceed, I wanted their inputs, because who knows they might have a good idea.

One my lieutenants had the idea to simply go and talk to them with basically what I call a white flag, but Dothraki didn't have white flag culture, which meant approaching them with non-hostile intentions was not only stupid and suicidal if I were to go alone but it would also end with me fighting the horde alone, which didn't appeal to me at all. From what I read, they even attacked other Khalasars showing no mercy whatsoever, so if they did that with their own people, which they shared culture and blood, it would be pretty safe to assume they will try to destroy me as soon as they notice my presence.

My general had the great idea of just show them my strength as I did with them, but I wanted to keep the casualties to a minimum, so I discarded that idea for now. But in the end regardless of the how, I still had to approach them someway, for any of my plans to work, I needed to be relatively close to their horses for my power to work.

It also didn't help that none of my men knew about my powers, something I pretended to keep in the shadows until I had the Iron Throne or at the very least all Essos is my hands, so with them making suggestions without having useful knowledge about how I could approach the situation, technically made our discussion mostly useless.

After a couple of hours discussing mostly about useless ideas, while the camp was being set, I finally decided what to do, while not what I originally wanted, I would have to face them head-on, and once I was within striking distance, I would focus on recruiting their horse to my cause, this plan, of course, meant I would have to kill some of them, but there wasn't any other way, at least that was aware of.

"Well, that it for today, tomorrow we march," I said as I left the tent, to see what my wife was doing.

I entered my tent, finding Daenerys having a one-sided conversation with the ravens that took to their heart brooding the eggs.

"You guys know these aren't Raven eggs?" Daenerys giggled.

*HOW DARE YOU! THEY WILL BE MORE RAVEN THAT YOU WILL EVER BE! CAW!* One Raven cawed angrily, feeling insulted.

*CAW SHE IS LUCKY THAT SHE MATES WITH THE CORNBRINGER, OR ELSE SHE COULD GET THE CAW CAW CAW CAW COMBO* Another raven added.

"Hahaha," I laughed seeing the interaction, what made this even funnier was that Daenerys didn't understand shit what they were saying, which made this a joke only I would understand.

"What's so funny?" Daenerys inquired with an amused expression.

Well, for one, the raven brooding the eggs are dissing you, while, of course, you have no idea, but thanks to my powers, I can understand them, "Nothing." I said, failing to contain my laughter completely.

"It was me talking with the Ravens, wasn't it?" Daenerys pouted adorably.

"It's part of it," I nodded, kissing her.

"So any updates, my king?" Daenerys inquired.

"Well, if you wish to know my Queen," I started to explain in detail what we were going to do tomorrow, little by little, each detail, before we both fell asleep.

I woke up the next morning earlier than usual, I was to get ready for the upcoming fight, my scouts aka my ravens had told me that the Khalasar knew of our presence, so I had to prepare. Fast, I wasn't nervous, not much anyway, I had fought worse battles so far, but for some reason having someone to go back to, someone I think I might end up falling like an idiot in love with if I haven't already, made my heart beat with doubts, maybe this is why Cersei said love was a weakness.

I kissed Daenerys with a long passionate kiss before I rode off with my men; this was my first battle for the Iron Throne.

It didn't take us long to find the Khalasar; they were a few miles away, but I could see the Khalasar getting closer and closer their battle screams thundering the empty plains.

"Well, remember my words, men!" I shouted as I charged hearing my man shout, my house ancestral words.

"HERE WE STAND!"