Chapter 42:

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Chapter 42:

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My ravens came back in morning happy and static with their discoveries; they had found all the prominent Dothraki tribes scattered around Essos, the smallest of them having over ten thousand riders.

It was time to go big if I continued at this pace Essos would be mine in a decade, I had to speed things up, risking more to win more.

While it's true I only had over six thousand men, that didn't count my animals, I had over three thousand horses that unlike the Dothraki ones would fight, and my Ravens, so in the end, the battle was more than fair if I took that into account.

"I will leave in about two hours," I told Daenerys as I put on my clothes.

"Let me guess, the ravens found something," Daenerys eyed me for a second, "You can communicate with them, right?"

I sighed, she was right, and honestly, I'm surprised that nobody hasn't figured it out, "Not only Ravens, any animal they can talk to me, and I can talk to them,"

"I can see why you didn't tell me before," Daenerys said deep in thought, "If I had to take a guess, I would say they are your information network, so if people were to know about this you would be left in the unknown am I correct?"

I eyed her for a second before I started to chuckle, "Yes, that is very much why I have been avoiding people knowing about it," her deduction was on point, maybe I should start calling her Sherlock. Follow current novels on novelb((in).(com)

"Your secret is safe with me, my bear," Daenerys smiled, not at all offended I didn't tell her this earlier, "Any other secrets you might want to share?"

"I am Khal Ronard, and unlike you, I will take what's rightfully mine, because all of you belong to me," I said with a faint smile as I added a taunt, "Come little filly, I will end you,"

The Khal growled in response as he jumped off his horse, swinging his curved sword against my head, but I moved aside just enough so that the sword just passes me by.

"Try again," I chuckled, making him glow red anger.

With a smile in my face, I continued to dodge his attacks with little to no effort, and this was obviously getting to his nerves as he was growing angrier and angrier as he continued to miss his swings at me, "You won't win little filly, because, you are already dead," with that quote said that always wanted to use, I leaped forward as I vertically spun my blade around, releasing a flowing attack in a circular motion with enough strength and momentum to separate the Khal from his lower half.

I stood behind the now-dead Khal, as I shouted, "Join my Khalasar or die!"

It didn't take long for the remaining Dothraki to lower their weapons.

"I am, Khal Ronard! You will obey or die! Is that clear!?" I shouted once again.

The Dothraki followed strength, and for now, I was the strongest one.

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After taking control over Moro's Khalasar I marched back to Daenerys, I wanted to see her, after all, I was happy, I had won this battle, officially taking the first big step towards my conquest, I had obtained nine thousand riders and able warriors, and in total, I even had some bloodriders now, that called me blood of my blood.

A curious thing about the Dothraki, Bloodriders fulfill the roles of guards, brothers, shadows, and apparently friends to the Khal they follow in ways that run way deeper than the oaths of the Kingsguard to the king on Westeros. The Khal (in this case me) and his bloodriders commonly refer to each other as "blood of my blood," should I die, they would do everything in their power to avenge me, and would not stop until the one who killed me dies or they themselves die.

Four Khalasars more and I would be able to take on Drogo, my plans were going smoothly, with the next step after taking the Dothraki being conquering the free cities.

As we rode, my guard aka Bloodrider approached and said, "My Khal, we need to ride to Vaes Dothrak, the Dosh Khaleen have to bless your journey as a new big Khal,"

In Dothraki culture, many might take the title of a Khal and might even have a Khalasar following him, but only those with the approval of the Dosh Khaleen can genuinely be considered Khals, of course, their blessing doesn't come that easily, for a Khal to be regarded as a real Khal, he has to have at least a Khalasar of five thousand Dothraki Riders with him.

Which is why my new Bloodrider, is telling me to go to Vaes Dothrak, after all, I was now leading over ten thousand Dothraki, by Dothraki law I was a fully-fledged Khal now, all I needed was make it technically official was the blessing of the widows.

"We will, but we are going for my wife first," I nodded, while I originally wanted to see the Dothraki city, my first priority was to have my wife back with me, after that I would go to horse town.