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In the open grounds of Vaes Dothrak, the twins, now four years old, were engrossed in their father's teachings. Rhaego, with his curly silver hair, held the dagger Khal Drogo had given him with a serious expression, trying his best to mimic his father's movements. Khal Drogo's deep voice resonated as he imparted his wisdom.
"As a man and a brother, you must protect Rhaenys," Khal Drogo said firmly, emphasizing the importance of responsibility and kinship to young Rhaego. "Your bond is strong, and she will look up to you."
Rhaego nodded attentively, eager to learn from his powerful father. "Yes, father," he replied, trying to muster a tone as strong as Khal Drogo's.
Meanwhile, Daenerys stood a little distance away, her heart conflicted. Holding Rhaenys in her arms, she watched with a mix of concern and pride. She understood the Dothraki ways and the significance of training at a young age, but as a mother, she couldn't help but worry for her children's safety.
"I know it's their tradition, but isn't he too young for this?" Daenerys asked Ser Jorah, who was standing beside her.
Ser Jorah nodded sympathetically. "It is a Dothraki custom to train the young ones early, Khaleesi," he explained, "But I understand your concerns. Khal Drogo will ensure Rhaego's safety while teaching him valuable skills."
Daenerys tried to suppress her worry and focused on the scene before her. Rhaego continued to follow his father's instructions, holding the dagger with more confidence. He glanced over at Rhaenys, who was observing them with curiosity.
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In the quietude of their tent, Daenerys prepared Rhaego and Rhaenys for bedtime. Rhaego, with his curly silver hair, sat on the furs, a mischievous glint in his eyes. He playfully teased Rhaenys, trying to get a reaction out of her.
"Come on, Rhaenys, you're too serious!" Rhaego grinned, poking his sister's side gently.
Rhaenys, not amused by her brother's antics, huffed and crossed her arms, trying to maintain her composure. "Stop it, Rhaego," she retorted, trying to suppress a smile.
Daenerys chuckled as she settled down beside them. "Alright, you two, time for bed," she said, smoothing Rhaenys' hair affectionately. "We have an exciting day tomorrow."
Rhaego's eyes sparkled with curiosity, and he couldn't resist asking questions. "Mother, can I ride the horses tomorrow?" he asked eagerly.
Daenerys smiled, nodding. "Yes, my brave Rhaego, we will ride the horses together," she replied. "But remember to listen to the riders and stay close to us."
Rhaenys, always curious and observant, chimed in, "Mother, why do the horses have different colors?"
"Ah, that's because they come from different places," Daenerys explained, her voice gentle as she answered her daughter's question. "Just like people, horses come in various colors and sizes."
Rhaego, feeling mischievous again, added, "But Mother, I think the white ones are the fastest!"
Rhaenys raised an eyebrow at her brother's comment. "That's not true, Rhaego," she said, correcting him, "The brown ones are faster!"
Daenerys laughed, amused by their sibling banter. "Well, we will find out tomorrow," she said, "Now, let's get you both settled for the night."
As Daenerys tucked them in, Rhaego and Rhaenys continued to ask more questions about the world around them, their curiosity seemingly boundless. Daenerys patiently answered each query, relishing the opportunity to nurture their inquisitive minds.
"Mother, how do the stars twinkle?" Rhaego asked, looking up at the tent's ceiling.
"The stars twinkle because of the way their light passes," Daenerys explained, marveling at his curiosity.
Rhaenys added, "And why is the moon sometimes big and sometimes small?"
Daenerys replied, "That's because it appears bigger when it's closer to us and smaller when it's farther away."
As the twins gradually settled down, their curiosity satiated, Daenerys planted a gentle kiss on each of their foreheads. "Sleep well, my little stars," she whispered, "Tomorrow is a new day filled with adventures and discoveries."
Rhaego and Rhaenys snuggled into their furs, their eyes heavy with sleep as they bid their mother goodnight. Daenerys smiled, her heart filled with love and gratitude for these two inquisitive souls she was blessed to call her children.
After tucking her children to sleep, Daenerys lay side by side with Khal Drogo, her husband in their spacious tent, the warm glow of a few flickering candles illuminating their faces. The soft rustle of fabric mingled with the distant sounds of the Dothraki camp, creating an ambiance of intimacy as they began to talk.
Drogo's deep voice, a mix of strength and authority, resonated through the air. "Rhaego will be a great khal one day, strong and fierce, like me. He will lead our khalasar, and I will teach him to be a warrior who commands respect."
Daenerys nodded, a mixture of pride and nervousness in her eyes as she glanced at Drogo. She opened her mouth to speak, then hesitated, her own voice soft and uncertain. "And... what aboutRhaenys?"
Drogo turned his head toward her, his gaze steady. "When she comes of age, I will gift her to one of my bloodriders. He will protect her and give her strong sons."
Daenerys felt a pang of discomfort at Drogo's words, her heart conflicted between her own values and her respect for Dothraki traditions. Her voice barely above a whisper, she managed to ask, "But... what if she doesn't want that?"
Drogo's gaze lingered on her for a moment, his expression unreadable. "She is blood of my blood. She will do as is expected of her."
Daenerys looked away, her fingers absently tracing patterns on the blanket. She knew her place, and while she held a certain influence over Khal Drogo, there were boundaries she dared not cross. She swallowed her concerns and nodded in understanding, despite her inner turmoil.
