Chapter 3: Life in the Khalasar
Life within Khal Drogo's khalasar was a constant test of endurance. Viserys struggled with the lack of ceremony and the brutal efficiency of the Dothraki. His pride chafed at the casual violence and the subservient role he was expected to play. Yet, for Daenerys's sake, he bit his tongue and swallowed his anger.
Daenerys, however, began to find her footing. She learned the Dothraki language, observed their customs, and even began to command a quiet respect. She found a strange solace in the vastness of the Dothraki sea and the fierce loyalty of Drogo's bloodriders.
Viserys watched her transformation with a mixture of pride and unease. He was glad she was adapting, but he also felt a growing distance between them. He still sought her company in the evenings, but their conversations were now filled with her experiences with the Dothraki, stories he often found unsettling.
One day, during a hunt, a wild boar charged at Daenerys. Before any of the bloodriders could react, Viserys lunged forward, a primal snarl tearing from his throat. The bone claws extended from his knuckles, tearing into the boar's flank. The creature fell dead instantly. The Dothraki stared in stunned silence at the sight of the Beggar King, his hands now stained with blood, strange protrusions retracting beneath his skin.
Daenerys rushed to his side, her eyes wide with shock and a hint of fear. Viserys, equally stunned by the involuntary display of his power, could only stammer an excuse about a hidden blade. The Dothraki, superstitious as they were, seemed to accept his weak explanation, whispering amongst themselves about the strange ways of the Westerosi. The incident, however, served as a stark reminder to Viserys of the secret he had to keep hidden