𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐎𝐚𝐭𝐡

Cheese For Blood

As Daemon and Thirli returned, a wave of cheers and greetings erupted from the people gathered around. The air was charged with excitement as they celebrated the presence of their leader and the Rogue prince. Cheers for Daemon echoed through the crowd, acknowledging his return with fervor.

The pyre, already ablaze, cast a warm glow over the festivities. The flickering flames danced in rhythm with the lively atmosphere. A group of women, caught up in the jubilation, had started dancing together near the pyre, their movements harmonizing with the beats of celebration.

Thirli, by Daemon's side, couldn't help but smile at the joyful scene unfolding before them. The energy of the crowd and the spirited atmosphere marked a moment of unity and shared joy. As they moved through the crowd, greetings and cheers followed them.

Thirli looked at her people with a soft look on her face, "They love you..." she mumbled.

Daemon only looked at her and then back at the people cheering and dancing, but then he locked his gaze with the Khal. He started back at Daemon, anger and hate were sizeable in his eyes.

As Daemon made his way through the jubilant crowd, he couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off. And when he laid eyes on the Khal, his unease only grew stronger. There was a strange energy in the air that set his senses on edge, and he couldn't quite put his finger on what was wrong.

But then he saw Ozra approaching the Khal, and that's when things took a turn for the worse. She whispered something into his ear, and Daemon's heart skipped a beat. What were they discussing? The tension in his chest intensified, and he couldn't ignore the sense of foreboding that settled over him.

To his surprise, Ozra locked eyes with him for a brief moment before leading the Khal away from the festivities and into the shadows. Daemon watched them disappear, his mind racing with questions and uncertainties. What was going on? Why were they meeting in secret?

As the celebration continued around him, Daemon couldn't help but feel like he was on the brink of something big. The unexpected alliance between Ozra and the Khal had left him grappling with a whole new set of problems, and he knew that things were about to get intense.

Daemon's eyes scanned the vibrant celebration, drawn to Thirli's infectious joy as she swirled and twirled with the Dothraki women. The rhythmic beats of the drums and the laughter of children filled the air, creating an atmosphere of warmth and happiness.

But Daemon's unease remained, a nagging feeling that refused to be ignored. So he made a silent decision to follow Ozra and the Khal, his determination fueled by a sense of concern.

As he sneaked through the crowd, his heart pounding with anticipation, the sounds of the celebration faded into the background. Only the gentle lapping of waves against the rocky shore accompanied him as he approached the shadowy landscape. The rocky terrain played tricks on the eye, concealing the unfolding encounter between Ozra and the Khal.

Daemon moved with caution, every step bringing him closer to the unsettling secrets that now threatened to shatter the joyous occasion. What would he uncover? What dark mysteries lurked in the shadows? He had to find out.

Hidden behind the rocks, Daemon strained to hear the hushed conversation between Ozra and the Khal. His heart sank as their sinister plot unfolded, the words cutting through him like a blade.

Ozra's voice once filled with loyalty, now betrayed a dark purpose. "Make it painless, a clean cut," she instructed the Khal, her tone betraying a twisted sense of mercy. "I remember the love I once had for her. She deserves that much."

The Khal's response sent shivers down Daemon's spine. "After the pyre burns out, I will shame her, unveil her wrongdoings before the Dothraki. They need to know the traitorous leader they followed to freedom," he declared with a cruel certainty. "And then, the execution. Anyone else who dares to commit treason will meet the same fate."