Daenerys spent half an hour in the bath. As she stood up I could hear the water dripping down from her body and as I turned around I could see the water droplets on her body glisten. Her fair skin is made silky by the water. She steps down three steps and her body leaves a trail of water on the smooth stone floor.


    “Enjoy your bath?” I asked her as she approached me.


    “I did.” She replied. “Enjoyed ogling my body? I could feel your gaze all over it.”


    “You’re right, I did enjoy watching.” I say without a hint of hesitation. Hands her the white dress. “I suppose there is no type of undergarments for women in this world?”


    “No there isn’t. After spending 2 years in this body I haven’t found anything remotely similar.” She puts on her new white dress.


    “You spent 2 years here?”


    “Yeah, you?”


    “I spent 5 years”


    “Damn… sucks to be you.”


    I chuckle as I escort her out of the bathing room. My armor clinks as the plates of my lamellar and my plate harnesses make contact with each other as I walk down the open hall. I look outside through the arches that hold up the roof. Outside you could see the garden, which is made brighter by the sun and lack of clouds, and see that many gardeners are at work maintaining the garden. I can see that they were enjoying their work. I turn back ahead of me and find an attendant who opened up the door that showed Viserys standing off to the right. Daenerys goes to stand to his left while I stand to her left. His attendant talks to him, mostly likely due to the Dothraki’s tardiness.


    Many minutes have passed and the Dothraki still haven’t arrived yet. Standing under the summer sun has definitely taken a toll on Viserys and Daenerys. I ask a maid to bring me an umbrella and after a minute she arrives with one and hands it to me. I opened up the umbrella and raised it over Daenerys'' head, she thanked me for this gesture. Horse hooves can be heard from the path as the barbarians finally emerge through the gates. Their faces were painted with black as their hair extended all the way down to their waist. They were topless as they rode their mounts. The attendant begins to speak as they halt in the courtyard. The one with the longest braid eyes Daenerys then appears to eye me. I eye him back. Our actions created a tension in the air that could only be felt by the both of us.


    After only a couple of minutes, they had abruptly departed much to the dismay of Viserys. As they depart he takes one last glance at me and I glare back at him. In the brief moment we crossed eyes we had learned a lot about each other. The major thing I learned was that their long hair had to mean something, maybe some kind of badge of honor. Ignoring this I turned to Daenerys.


    “Are they whom I’m against?” I whisper to her quietly in her ear.


    “Yes they are who you are against.” She replies in the same fashion.


    “I don’t suppose you’d be mad about my absence and the disappearance of a certain group?” I say happily.


    “Of course not, you should go and have your fun.” She smiles.


    I then hand the umbrella to a maid to hold and I round up 2 of the 24 guards and make way to the stables. We mount up on top of our armored horses and make for a quick departure. I see that Daenerys waves us goodbye as we leave through the gates.


    Our horses make haste, little more than a trot, as we head towards the camp in which the Angelus Legion has been stationed. Our ride was two hours long as we rode on the path through the grassy plains. We came up to the camp they were stationed at and they were surrounded by a ditch and palisade reminiscent of a Roman marching camp. We entered through the gates and were greeted with the soldiers of the fort. I had marched to the center where the commander''s tent was located. I dismounted my horse and was promptly greeted by the officers of the Legion. I enter the tent, whose flaps were lifted by the sentries, and see a long table with a map of the surrounding area. I sat down at the head of the table while the other officers sat down as well. Compared to the Imperial Roman Legion, my group bore a smaller officer corps allowing for simplicity but limits the amount of maneuvers we can pull. I demanded a report on the Legion. The report came in as follows: food stocks and treasury were good but we’re currently lacking in extra arms and armors. I asked them if they had any plans on how they were going to solve this issue, to which they didn’t have an answer to. I then instructed them to find a way and informed them that we will engage in a battle against the Dothraki horde. Much to their surprise they shocked me with how fast they had agreed to such an idea. This idea could incur the wrath of the Dothraki on the entire region with their family in it but they agreed. They stated how the Dothraki threat has gone on for too long and decided it’s time to put them down.If you find this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the infringement.


    After an hour of discussion, we now see the legion march out her camp with only a few sentries staying back to guard it. The furious breeze of the wind blows our banners leaving them at full display. Our banners, embroidered, with an angel raising a cup on a crimson red background. Her wings spread as far as they could. At the top of every banner bore a cross. That cross represented my faith, as the general, to the God I serve. No one but myself understood the meaning of the cross other than I thought it looked cool. Our banners and streamers flew as the men marched through the grassy countryside. The boots stomped down the ground as the horses trampled the grass. Our march only took us 3 hours before sighting the Dothraki camp. I gazed down upon them before ordering the horse archers to wreak havoc on them. Orders rang out as they spurred their horses forward towards them. Other lieutenants scream at their men to form the battleline. With machine-like accuracy the soldiers formed up in record time, then began to march towards them. They’re silent as they walk with the only noise being their boots hitting the ground, their faces plastered with no emotion.  I look to see the horse archers skirmish down Dothraki and their slaves with a cold accuracy. They then begin to flee, doing the Parthian shot, as the Dothraki blood riders try to charge them. They do a feigned retreat and massacre the pursuing riders, who only continue forwards.


    The Dothraki foot soldiers now began to charge at my frontline. The archers and crossbowman rain down arrows and bolts on them. This blunts their charge as they run into the phalanx formed by the Legionnaires. They get impaled by a wall of spears, as they charge toward it. Horns blare as the lieutenants spur their men forward. They stabbed all those that stood before them, and stomped on all those that had fallen. With only a few hand gestures my heavy cavalry, the cataphracts, went around our wall and charged into the left flank of the lightly armed and poorly armed bastards. With only a single charge they had begun to rout as they felt the crushing impact of the cataphracts. The line horse began to run down the fleeing along with the archers as they shot down all those that fled. The horse archers returned after their turkey shoot, and began to skirmish down the runners as well. Much time had passed as they ran down the fleeing survivors of the battle.


    “Captain.” A messenger reports. “We have completed the massacre of the Dothraki, the liberation of the slaves and the looting of their camps. Your lieutenants ask for orders.”


    “Inform them of our departure. Have them march back to the camp and crucify Drogo, whether dead or alive.” I order as I then begin to ride off with my guards back to the manor.


    I rode for 3 hours to return to the Targaryen estate to which Daenerys, our employer, lived. I rode through the gates in triumph after our battle. We were greeted with Daenerys, who stood before us, as I dismounted my horse. I bowed to her before I spoke.


    “Your enemies have been vanquished in battle.” I explained to her. “They no longer exist to threaten you.”


    “You did well warrior, to overcome a force eight times larger than your own.” She replies with a smile.


    I stayed silent to her kind gesture as I knew about the knives that hid behind it. The smile that her body possessed could melt through any mental guard of anyone that didn’t know.


    The greeting progressed to us walking down the serene halls. The sun turned the walls into a unique bright orange as she set below the water. The ethereal vibe that the sun had given us, made for a somber setting. Random thoughts seemed to have filled my mind as I turned my gaze towards the sun, then towards Daenerys. Her hair flowed with the wind and her dress pressed up against her, outlining her beautiful figure. She shines a seductive smile onto me, as she catches my gaze on her. She stops in her tracks and leans onto the stone railing. She looks at me and says something. I couldn’t quite hear her as my gaze was focused only on her. My memory seemed to have stopped during our conversation.


    On the next day I found myself getting up from my bed, to which I have been given. I could see outside that the world was still dark. I equip my armor and gather my weapons. I quietly walk through the hall, as the bright moon illuminates the world below it. I arrived at Daenerys'' room where two of my personal guards could be seen flanking either side of the door. I then entered her room shutting the door behind me. The room lit up by both candles and the moon itself, gave a truly charming ambiance. I see Daenerys sitting up on her bed with her body in full display. I take a seat at her desk, gazing out through the arches of the room. Seeing the moon and her reflection gave that feeling of elegance. What feels to be many hours, the dark sky was burnt away with the sun’s orange flare.


    “Beautiful, wasn’t it?” I was questioned.


    I turned to Daenerys who was the origin of the voice and answered her. “Truly.” The only word that could come out of my mouth.


    We sat there relishing in the moment that had passed. “For the last two years I got to see that view… it just never seems to have gotten old.” She said to me watching the moon finally fall below the waves.


    This moment felt very special as it was the only moment where we seemed to be relaxed. Only when the heavens turned blue, did we begin to regain our senses. She put on a white dress to which I teased about it being the only dress she has. She says the same thing to my armor to which I responded in kind. Our light banter in the morning brought us hope for the day.


    As we left her room, yelling could be heard from across the manor. We made haste to the main room to see Viserys, Daenerys’ brother, yell at his advisor about the sudden disappearance of Drogo and his horde. He then beams his eyes towards us and begins to walk up to Daenerys. He apologized to Daenerys and told her about the death of Drogo. She returns with a fake weeping and says she was “looking forward to it”.  Our day passes as Viserys leaves fuming at the servant and Daenerys and I find ourselves on the balcony overlooking the ocean.