The Daughter of Fire and Ice

The Conclave

I jump out of bed excitedly and call for my attendant Meira, a young girl me and Brina rescued two years ago. She is quiet and sweet and helps everyone in any way she can.

As she enters she gives me a curtsy and gets my armor ready. She helps me get into my armor while saying, "Good luck today my Queen, I pray to the Gods that you win, we need you."

"Thank you Meira, and call me Rileiria I'm not queen yet." I say while giving her a wink. She braids my hair into my normal battle braids and quickly exits the room. I look into the mirror and remember the last present my mother gave me before she died. A dragon war crown, made of dragon forged steel. I place it on my head and smile, I look so much like her it pains me to look in the mirror. I suppose I look fierce like a true warrior, if looks could kill I won't need to do much to the Khals.

I grab my sword Black Fire, an ancient Valerian Steel sword that passed through my family for generations but was lost sometime ago. When my family was scouring Valeria I found it in the ruins. I immediately recognized the legendary sword that my ancestor Aegon the conqueror once beheld.

I put my sword in it sheath and grab all of my daggers and place them along my body, hiding them as best I can. I grab my bow and arrows doubting that I'll need them but having them with me always brings me comfort.

I walk out to the courtyard where everyone including my brothers and Brina already stood waiting for me. When they noticed my presence the mood shifted, they seemed intimidated almost.

"Stop gawking we need to take our leave its nearly daybreak." I explain to them.

"You look absolutely terrifying Ri." Illyrion says acting scared.

"Oh shut up and let's go, I don't like waiting and my patience is running thin brothers."

The immediate get up and go out to the front of the estate to greet our dragons.

"Are you coming or are you just going to sit in stare?" I jokingly ask Brina. I know she doesn't like riding on the back of Furyion but I refuse to take days to travel on horse back when it takes much fewer time to fly to my destination.

"Dont flatter yourself I was just concerned that your opponents may forfeit just from looking at you."

"Please do shut up, and let's go or I'll tell Furyion to make it a bumpy ride." I say and she groans as she gets up and walks with me.

It doesn't take long for us to get to Vaes Dothrak but the moment we fly over head my stomach drops. I can make out hundreds of thousands of Dothraki warrior gathered around a huge pit. I assume they had made just for this conclave. We land right next to the army knowing the sight of Furyion would impress the men greatly. I jump off waiting for my companions to do the same. When we are all safely on the ground we walk towards the pit. Inside I notice all three Khals patiently waiting before I enter Brina, Aemon, and Lyrion all pull me in for a hug. Hoping it isn't the last one.

I enter the pit that looks like it was made by men who had no idea what they were doing. It seems as if they had just dug out the sand in one area big enough for a grand fight. As horrible as it looks it does its job, thousands of men stare down at us from the top of the pit. Screaming and yelling taunting me and calling me horrible names.

But I'll show them, I'll show everyone what this little girl can do.

I look to my opponents and they look ready as ever. I'm just hoping they don't team up to get rid of me first. Three against one isn't ideal but I've faced worst odds. I want all hell to brake loose, I want them to turn on each other to make my job easier. But I rarely get what I want.

"We start now?" Qotho ask bitterly.

"What weapons can we use?" I ask hoping I get to keep all of mine.

"Whatever, use whatever stupid weapons you want you still are going to die here today." he says evilly.

"It's not me who will die, you ignorant fool." as I grab the handle of my sword.

As those words leave my mouth Qotho comes running at me with his arakh (a curved sword) drawn. He swings at me sloppily and I move out of the swords path. He turns to me with a wild look in his eyes. He runs at me again this time aiming for my head and I duck while grabbing one of my daggers and slicing the back of his knees. Causing him to fall to his knees. I look around for the other two men and notice they had began to fight each other. A sickening grin spreads across my face as I unsheathe my sword and plunge it through it chest.

The whole lot of Dothraki were screaming some out of excitement and some out of anger. I didn't care never the less.

I turned two the last two men Kovarro is beating Cohollo to a pulp. I grab my bow, notch an arrow and aim for Kovarro's head. I shoot and it strikes him in his right eye. I begin to laugh, these arrogant men have made it to easy for me to win.

Cohollo gets up from the ground spits out blood and stumbles towards me I draw my sword but I was too late, he swung and struck me in the side, slicing my abdomen. I double over in pain, not knowing how I allowed that to happen. I quickly come to my senses and get up drawing my sword quickly. I look up and see Cohollo gaining ground in my direction I fly out of the way and strike him in the back with my sword.

At this point the crowd is roaring I can't tell what anyone is saying and I don't care.

I kick Cohollo in the back pinning him face down into the ground. I grab my dagger with one hand and his hair in the other.

I look around the crowd all I can hear is "KILL MAE" which translates to kill him. So I draw my dagger with a huge grin on my face. The crowds anticipation has grown to deafening screams as I slit his throat.