#a dothraki handmaiden for a khaleesi: irri threads

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“Khaleesi….khaleesi wake up.” Irr whispered softly, doing her best not to awake the other girls that slept in the tent with her. The air was cool but warm enough that they weren’t sleeping on top of each other as they had in nights past. Her hands came forward and she gently stroked the other’s arm to help awaken her more. The young dragons started to trill and chirp in protest to Irri’s voice, as unwilling to awaken as their mother seemed to be.

She hated to wake her, it had been the worst time in any life with the death of their Khal and the khalasar dissolving. They were on their own now and her Khaleesi had lost her husband and child in one night, and had taken her first life. For most dothraki their life was a war so they were used to violence and fighting, but the silver haired girl had been raised in silks and comfort compared to that. Irri wanted to give her all of the rest she could, but there were things to be seen that she felt the other would enjoy.

Letting Viserion crawl up onto her shoulders and trill at her angrily, she bent over the lot of them again, putting her lips against the sleeping one's ear. “Khaleesi wake up, there is something you need to see.” Irri pitched her voice a little louder, trying to rouse her quickly before what she wanted to show her faded. “I am not so above myself to carry you from this tent if I must but you must wake up.” It was a tease, she and her Khaleesi were almost the same height and Irri would not have an easy go of it if she tried.

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crowns do strange things to the heads beneath them. / irri. asked by @vowmaker

"They do such." Irri agreed with the knight, watching the strange behaviors of the rulers of Meereen speak to their Khaleesi. "I do not understand why they feel they have any power in this moment." She and Cole were stood off to the side, close enough for the knight to charge forward if needed and Irri could pull the Khaleesi aside

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Her father had shamed her in his final moments.

Irri stood still as she and the other women from her khalasar were checked over by the men of the party that had raided them. As the daughter of their late Khal it would be common to see the other woman defending her or trying to get her away, instead she had been pushed to the front almost as an offering. While she was not his son and heir her father trying to run from the battle field left an ash taste in the mouths of the survives. Her mother had been pitched from her horse and died when she hit the ground, and Irri wished she had joined her.

The kos were the ones looking them over, and she had to endure their gropes and fondles, listening to them make jokes about what she could sound like. Irri kept her lips pressed tightly, refusing to give into them. She was the daughter of a broken Khal, her father’s body still being dragged behind the horse of another and his kos already killed or fled, but she would not shame herself by begging to be sparred.

The Khal soon made his approach, no doubt wondering why his kos were taking so long sorting through the new slaves. Irri brought herself up to her full height, hoping that if nothing else she could be taken to his Khaleesi and attend to the women and any child she might’ve borne. With her there it was a safer position then if he decided she was only fit to please the men, though she wondered if this Khal was one who desired many wives.

Maybe she could find a better place then her father could’ve offered her.

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💋 (Irri) asked by @khalesci

Irri leaned over her Khaleesi as she washed the others hair, fingers massaging her scalp. "Are you enjoying this my Khaleesi?" The silver haired girl had been having a horrid week and she wanted to treat her sweetly. As she spoke she placed a gently kiss on Dany's forehead, tracing her lips along the others skin.

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[ASSIST] - Drogo, lifting Irri like she weighs nothing asked by @vezhave

Irri pressed her lips together, refusing to allow the whimper to escape from her; or worse a scream. Some of the children of the outriders were being taught to use their bows and while they were normally taught in a more safe manner it seemed the boys had slipped away from their fathers to play with the weapon.

Instead they managed to loosen an arrow right into Irri's side.

Their Khal was over by her in a moment and she felt herself being lifted. Hiccuping as pain tore through her body Irri couldn't help the tears that squeezed out from her eyes. "𝘈𝘩𝘩𝘩…..𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘴" It was a whine, as much as that shamed her.

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✐ asked by @vezhave

❛ 𝘠𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨. ❜ Irri leaned over the Khal, smoothing her hands over his forehead as she checked his temperature. There had been an awful storm covering the last few days and it seemed some of the riders had taken ill.

The Khal had taken it the worst since he had stayed out in the storm the longest to guide them out of it.

Reaching over she tipped a cup of honey thickened water "𝘋𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘩"

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Irri did not understand the music of Meereen. While it had some songs that were fast most of them were slow and boring, only showing that they knew how to make real music for battle songs. Dothraki music moved you when you heard it, the drums made your heart beat and the shouts of the singers made you want to raise your voice.

This music sounded more like something you burned your dead to.

Still her khaleesi seemed to enjoy it judging by how she danced with so many people. Irri smiled as she watched her silver queen dance, she was sitting back and had refused many people's offered hands. The others of their Khal were milled around and she was eventually joined by a figure. "Should you not be dancing Daella?" She asked the newest handmaiden, the Common Tongue thick and clunky in her mouth but she was learning still.

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 @khalvvsi  asked dance :   my  muse  holds  their  hand  out,  waiting  for  your  muse   to  come  out  and  slow  dance  with  them. ( for irri )

Irri did not understand the music of Meereen. While it had some songs that were fast most of them were slow and boring, only showing that they knew how to make real music for battle songs. Dothraki music moved you when you heard it, the drums made your heart beat and the shouts of the singers made you want to raise your voice.

This music sounded more like something you burned your dead to.

Still her khaleesi seemed to enjoy it judging by how she danced with so many people. Irri smiled as her silver queen came over to her, and her hands were held out. She disliked this music but if she was asked by Daenerys she would ignore her dislike.

“You will have to lead khaleesi. I do not know how to truly dance to this music.”

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❝  i will not cry in front of you.  ❞ - songcfmuses, Dany for irri

"It is alright to cry my khalessi." Irri soothed her gently, nudging their horses closer. "None are looking at this moment and we all must grieve."

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❝He always comes back!❞ ( for irri )

"And then he leaves again and breaks your heart all over" Irri sighed as she spoke, rubbing at her face. She hated how the sellsword so easily wiggling his way into her khaleesi's heart, and then would leave a gaping hole behind when he went off on his fun

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“None of us had easy lives Khaleesi, but we had our parents for longer than you did.” Irri spoke softly, not wishing to offend the other. “Doreah is the only one who wasn’t there to watch her family die.” She didn’t know more than that, but the Lys women was certain that her parents were still alive and healthy. Irri ate more of the fruit and found a piece of jerky to let the babes fight over for a moment. “We don’t wish to make you feel like you can’t question us about the lives before you. Jhiqui and I are not only here to teach you but to but to stay with you.” Most handmaidens would stay until they were given to another Khal to further connections and new blood, she didn’t know how their Khaeleesi would treat this.

At her question she tilted her head, taking a moment to think of her emotions. “I miss my mother. I wasn’t young when she died, but there was still much she could’ve taught me.” Her mother was the only one not disappointed in Irri being a girl child, and they were together for everything. “I miss the possibility she was carrying.” If they hadn’t run into Drogo her mother may have proven to have been pregnant, a sibling would’ve eased some tension in her family and maybe cooled some riders into staying if her father proved he could have a son. “Many of the women I was captured with have been sold off or given away. I am the only one from the khalasar, and I miss the familiarity of them.”

“I do not miss my father.” It was stated blunty, and she didn’t regret her words. “I miss what he was before we ran into Drogo, but for our people he killed himself the moment he ran from the fight.” He not only abandoned his riders, but he hadn’t even given care to his Khaleesi and child. In that moment he was no man to the Dothraki. As her Khaleesi spoke she hummed, tossing the babies another piece of jerky. “Our fates may not have met if your parents stayed alive, but I feel our souls would still have found each other in some way.” They hadn’t been together long, but she couldn’t imagine life without the other woman.

The idea that even with the time that they spent together that her handmaidens knew that talking about family was hard for her was surprising. Daenerys wouldn't say that talking about family was off limits, but it was difficult when all she had ever known was Viserys. "You won't upset me just by talking about your families. I want to know more about each of you too as more than just part of my household." In reality she saw them as friends more than servants even if they may not feel the same way.

The Khaleesi hung on her every word as she spoke of her father and what had happened with his Khalasar. She wasn't sure why, but she had never imagined Irri as a fallen khalakki and had assumed clearly incorrectly that she was from captured village. It made her realize how little she truly knew about these other women that she had grown so close to without ever probing more into what their lives were before her. It felt callous to think of it now.

The way that her parents had died sounded about as bad as what Viserys had told her about her own. Yet still she tried to imagine what it might have been like to have been raised by her mother as Viserys had for the first bit of his life. "Do you ever miss them?" She asks without thinking. "Your parents?" Her eyes turned back to the stars as she thought about hers wondering if they were looking down on her now and were proud of what she had done. Her own fingers ran along the scales of Viserion slowly down his back. "Sometimes I wonder what my life would have been like if they lived. Though I never would have met you and Jhiqui or Doreah or got to have the love of Khal Drogo. I suppose it's better to be happy with what I did get."

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Irri hummed in surprise when it was pointed out that she and Jhiqui never spoke of their families. It had been an unspoken agreement between them since they learned through the interactions between their Khaleesi and her brother to not speak of their own families. They hadn’t wanted to bring up any bad memories for their beloved Khaleesi and while Jhiqui had a happier story Irri knew hers wasn’t the brightest. “We didn’t wish to upset you. Families can be a hard topic for many of us.” Irri took a bit of fruit herself and shrugged.

“If you wish. My father was a Khal who believed himself great.” It wasn’t that long ago since he died, but it wasn’t hard to speak of him. “We were only one hundred and fifty strong, most of them older riders who were starting to chaff under my father.” She reached out and scratched under Drogon’s chin, sighing softly. “I was my father’s only child, which was a disappointment and almost to the khalasar disbanding.” The story went that her mother had choked on the horse heart, almost dying because no one had realized it until it was nearly too late. The dosh khaleen had predicted that it meant she would be born misshapen and die soon after birth, instead she was born a girl and survived till adulthood.

Leaning back she looked at the stars, tracing the paths of the riding Khals. “Khal Drogo and my father faced each other down three years ago. My father when he saw the other fled, abandoning his horse and fleeing on foot.” The grey stallion had been killed during the initial rush. “Mother was pitched off her mare and died on impact.  I was taken in as a slave.” Her mother had possibly been pregnant again, years after Irri’s birth though she knew her father was looking to take another wife. “Jhiqui had already been here for a year before me.”

Daenerys searched for the one that she had pointed out and a little smile touched her when she watched it streak across the sky. "Yes, that is them." She was sure it was them because it had to be them. If he was riding with the great Khals then she had done nothing to shame him in the eyes of his people and was welcomed into the night lands like all of the khals that came before him. That was a great worry of hers that she had hurt his chances in the afterlife by trusting the wrong people in this one and then smothering him with that pillow.

"I don't think I've ever heard either of you talk about your fathers before." Her attention turned only slightly towards Irri as her curiosity was peaked. Even if they were possibly bad memories she was jealous that she had those memories of her parents. Daenerys wondered about her parents often though Viserys had tried his best to tell her about them, but even him being so young when they were spirited away for their safety didn’t have many. Her heart ached for those stories now to hear his memories that she would never hear again since his death.

Dany smiled softly at the offered fruit and her words taking a piece into her hand. “I’d like to think so. We didn’t really get to say our goodbyes properly.” She never got to say goodbye really to any of the people in her life that passed. She took a bite of the fruit trying to bury the ache in her heart with its sweetness. “Will you tell me about your parents?” She pried softly though she wouldn’t push if Irri told her no.