vorsakhi

[vorsakhi]

adelaynehill‌:

“Vitihho,” She repeated, though her low-born westerosi accent did little to properly pronounce it correctly. Her tongue couldn’t quite catch the sounds, but she tried nonetheless. “He’s very handsome.” Adelayne’s grin was wide. “And he’s got your eyes, too, I think.” The kitchen wench let out a cascade of laughter as the little boy reached for her hair. His little fingers caught in a strand, and she felt her heart warm as he gave a well-meaning but harmless tug. 

“He couldn’t be very old, can he? I’ve always loved children. They just seem to brighten up a –” Then she paused, her brow dimpling as she realized her mistake. She’d failed to introduce herself, yet was fawning over the child like she’d know the woman for longer than the span of a few moments. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t catch your name.”

  the woman’s try to pronounce vitihho’s name was endearing, if only because she reminded vorsakhi more of a child than a woman. the compliment, though, warmed vorsakhi’s proud, motherly heart.   “ he does have my eyes, luckily. “   she agreed and smiled down at the boy, who’s hands curled curiously and playfully into the light strands of the westerosi woman.

  “ he is one year old, soon he’ll be two. ”   if the dothraki that are closing in aren’t going to attack before that. vorsakhi doubts they’re going to leave her and her son alone. they might take her back to vaes dothrak - but what will they do with her son ?  maybe he’s young enough that the khal or a rider will take him as his own; if he were older than he’d certainly be killed. the thought alone scared vorsakhi to the bone.

  “ i am vorsakhi, handmaiden of lady toland. “   she said, and bit her tongue when she even gave thought to introducing herself as a dothraki. she wouldn’t   ( and couldn’t )   hide it if she were asked but there was no need to throw that in people’s faces now. enough people knew already. her standing was shaky as it was.   “ and who are you ? “

[vorsakhi]

[vorsakhi]

( ♛ truth serum ) do you think the khalasar has come to collect you and take you to the dosh khaleen?

TRUTH SERUM

   “ no, i don’t think so. i’m not sure any khal would go this far to bring me back, except maybe my brothers or my husband’s bloodriders. but they’re all very busy with fighting each other for the dothraki sea, as far as i know. even if they have come to bring me back, i’d rather fight and die than to go with them. vitihho would have a strong example to look up to, and lady ayara would care for him - i hope. “

[vorsakhi]

(♛ truth serum ) : how do you feel about a lannister being on the throne?

TRUTH SERUM

   “ i couldn’t care less if a lion-man, a wolf-man or an iron-man sat on the throne. ayara has tried teaching me about the history of westeros but it is much less interesting to me than it’s language. as long as the king isn’t an idiot, i couldn’t care less. “

[vorsakhi]

rhae;

A warrior queen. Something so different to the queen she was herself, Rhaena could never be a warrior, she had no idea how to even hold a sword. At best, she might be able to use a dagger, she had once carried one after being so haunted by dragon dreams, she constantly feared death was coming for her brother, for her mother and father. That death was coming for her. So she had stolen a dagger from the weaponry, but she had fumbled with the blade, accidentally cutting herself and then disposed of it, accepting that fighting was never going to be one of her strengths. Even though she had failed miserably to resemble anything like a warrior queen, the thought of standing in front of one caused a rush of warmth to flow through her veins. It was without a doubt an attractive quality.

As Vorsakhi stepped closer, her heart started hammering mercilessly in anticipation. The intentions of the Dothraki woman were so incredibly clear to her, Rhaena knew what she wanted, she knew what she wanted herself. Perilous, this is dangerous territory, run away and never look back. That horrible voice of reason in the back of her head refused to let go of her, it kept shouting, kept clawing deeply at her insides to get her to listen. It did its best to ruin her chance at exploring something new, again, but this time she could ignore it with her gaze fixed on the dark eyes of the khaleesi, of the warrior queen. 

In an almost trance-like state, Rhaena reached out her hand to gently grip a hold of Vorsakhi’s chin, her thumb brushing over her cheek. Her skin was so soft, much more delicate than that of a man’s stubbled jaw. She recalled the Dornish woman of her past, how enchanted she had been then, so similar to how she was feeling now. She was captivated by all the possibilities of Lady Rhae, a world of possibilities the married queen could never allow herself to take advantage of. 

With stars shining brightly in her eyes speckled with green and violet, she carefully leaned forward until her warm breath was dancing on her lips. Rhaena was still quite new to this, not quite bold enough to be the one to steal a kiss, but damned if she did not want to taste the warrior queen’s lips. Damned if she was not hoping Vorsakhi would steal one from her, from the sweet Lady Rhae.

they seemed to be beyond words at this point, and that worked just fine for vorsakhi, who'd always seen herself as someone who spoke better through actions than through words. rhae's gaze steadily rested on vorsakhi's dark eyes, who couldn't help but let her eyes drop to the lady's impossibly sweet-looking lips.

with rhae's thumb sweeping over her cheek, it wasn't exactly easy to resist temptation and wait for the lady to really make up her mind. vorsakhi felt like she could see the internal struggle behind the woman's eyes; whether she should allow herself to give in to this curiosity or not. and of course vorsakhi wanted her to give in, wanted to at least steal a kiss from this walking temptation.

brown, hooded eyes watched as rhae closed the distance between them, only to stop with her breath ghosting over vorsakhi's lips. for a moment, the dothraki waited, giving the lady a chance to make the move herself - though a heartbeat's time later, she closed the distance between them herself. her right hand shot up to settle on rhae's neck, her thumb caressing the sweet lady's jawline as she slowly   ( and more gently than ever before )   kissed the other woman.

vorsakhi kept the kiss short because the last thing she wanted was to overwhelm her new acquaintance.   " you're a good kisser. "   she whispered into the room between them with a smile, still close enough to feel rhae's breath on her face.

[vorsakhi]

( ♛ truth serum ) : what are the most attractive traits in a person?

TRUTH SERUM

   “ it’s about the whole picture to me but generally, courage and self-esteem are very attractive, as long as it doesn’t turn into arrogance. and despite being a dothraki, i do envy   ( and like )   people who have an ounce of empathy and respect for others in them. “

[vorsakhi]

( ♛ truth serum ) : how do you feel about rhae?

TRUTH SERUM

   “ rhae is sweet and she seems innocent. she reminds me of serysha, a lyseni girl i once loved; she may have been my first true love but she was killed in front of my eyes when the owner of her brothel found us together.it’s a memory i can’t get rid of when i see rhae, and yet i’m drawn to her. she’s beautiful, and i’d do almost anything to be able to see her naked skin in the moonlight, and take her under the stars. “

@rhcena

[vorsakhi]

@rhcena & @arrryk

kiss another dude’s wife and then make it up to him by kissing him too

[vorsakhi]

rhae;

Rhaena simply smiled in response to her words being an actual compliment, her smile touched by appreciation. However, she could not help but wonder if the woman was fast to dishing out such compliments. If she looked at others with such intensity. There was something deviously charming about the woman’s obvious pride, the way her body language changed exuding confidence and self-esteem. She had always been drawn to pride and passion. She found cockiness as alluring as she found it annoying, but it was easy to look past annoyance with the Dothraki woman who did not know who she was talking to. Rhaena did actually know what a khaleesi was, after all, she had been taught all about her ancestor, Daenerys Targaryen. 

“A khaleesi is a queen of sorts,” she replied after a pause of pretending hesitance. “Or, at least, that is what you would have been called here.” She fought not to break into a grin yet it was impossible for her to conceal the twitch of the corners of her mouth. It was amusing running into someone who had held the position of queen. She pictured Vorsakhi in her place beside Arryk, in a fine dress, speaking softly and always acting amiable, surrounded by gossiping handmaidens. Rhaena tried imagining herself in a leather armour, riding among a horde of the Dothraki. No, she would not have made a good khaleesi, at all, if that was what it would take. Then there was also her rotten luck which would have it, of course, that she met another ‘queen’ right after she for some godforsaken reason decided to hide her own identity. 

She had no experience with the Dothraki, she had little information about them as a people, no real grasp of their culture. The queen only knew what she had been taught as a chapter in Daenerys’ life. “I have never met one, no, so I can blissfully pretend all Dothraki women are as beautiful as you.” It was meant to be a lighthearted compliment, but she said it with more force than she normally would and through a faint smirk, too. Perhaps it was this idea of being Lady Rhae that made her bolder than Queen Rhaena could allow herself to be, mayhaps it was simply the wine in her belly lowering her inhibitions and growing her courage.

rhae's eyes wandering over her body   ( with an expression that suggested the woman liked what she saw )   gave vorsakhi a familiar thrill of pride. it surged through her body, made her feel warm and desired. something was hanging in the air between them, of that the dothraki woman was sure - but it wasn't yet strong enough, it would vanish if mentioned.

this wasn't her usual style. vorsakhi was used to being direct and open with her attraction, and it had often enough proven to be a good strategy. alas, it seemed to vorsakhi that the lady rhae wouldn't be swayed in the right direction by such a blunt approach.

  " a queen, yes. "   she said then, openly showing her surprise at the woman's knowledge.   " a warrior queen. "   or, well, it was the thing that came closest to what the common tongue could express in that context. a khaleesi's life had little similarities to the luxuries of a westerosi queen's, if what vorsakhi had seen so far of the nobles was any indication.

the smirk on her face became smug, and it was obvious how much vorsakhi liked the compliment. she'd always had a weakness for people boosting her ego   ( about anything, really ).   " no, they aren't. "   she said decidedly, and walked closer to rhae, wanting to close the distance between them at least somewhat.  getting a closer look at the pretty westerosi lady proved to only fuel vorsakhi's desire to touch her. up-close, the woman's hair shone a warm white under the candles' flickering light, and her eyes were an intriguing mix of greens, speckled with violet.     ' didn't the dragon-people have eyes like that, violet and haunting, with fire burning behind them ?  like the khaleesi of dragons ? ' she lowered her voice as she spoke, her gaze fixed to that of rhae   ( only dropping once to glance at her lips ).   " but they've all got a taste for marvelous westerosi women with hair like starshine and lips the color of the red waste. "   seldom did vorsakhi speak so softly, and a part of her wondered when she'd started talking like a sappy bard.

[vorsakhi]

🙋 + widowhood, the prospect of remarrying, westerosi men/women

send “🙋” + any headcannons you want to know about my muse.

this got lost in my drafts, sorry for the wait !

widowhood.   vorsakhi definitely prefers widowhood to her marriage. nizho, in the end, only ever brought her pain. vitihho is certainly the only good thing to have come out of her forced marriage to the late khal.though one must say, if she were still in essos and among dothraki, she’d now be a dosh khaleen - a khal’s widow. life in vaes dothrak is boring and just a different kind of life that’s serving to the male-dominated culture. sure, she wouldn’t have been touched by men anymore as a dosh khaleen, but her son would’ve been taken from her, and she would’ve been forced to live among old crones and try to interpret the visions the great stallion sends them until the day of her death.all things considered, vorsakhi definitely prefers a widow’s life in westeros to what would’ve been her life now, had she stayed in essos.

remarrying.   as it stands now, vorsakhi doesn’t see a need to marry again   ( not that she ever saw it in the first place but now she finally has a choice ). she hasn’t allowed herself to love a man since nizho - and even that was only her subconscious submitting to him in a survival instinct - and she really can’t see her loving one again. she much prefers women nowadays, both romantically and physically, because being   ( in any way )   intimate with them doesn’t remind her of the years of abuse she went through.vitihho, in her eyes, doesn’t necessarily need a father figure. there are enough men on ghost hill who are willing to show the little dothraki boy what he needs to know to find his way in westeros, and vorsakhi can teach him about everything else.

the westerosi people.   they’re definitely odd to vorsakhi, though she’s encountered enough people in volantis already to know that they’re certainly not the weirdest she’s come to know. she’s fascinated by the many complex rites and customs the westerosi have, much unlike the rather open and forward communication the dothraki engage in.and the whole   ‘ heir ‘   business strikes her as odd, too. it’s something she cannot relate to at all, and in that area she’s definitely on the side of the wildlings - follow the powerful, not the next down-the-line.alas, even with all their differences, vorsakhi is quite displeased to note that even the westerosi - who claim to be so much more advanced than the essosi - still do not value woman in the way they deserve. vorsakhi is   ‘ lucky ‘   enough to be her own person and not have such expectations bare down on her but she feels with every woman of a higher house who cannot escape her fate; she lived through much the same thing back in essos.

[vorsakhi]

rhcena‌:

Just as before, the woman took her by surprise, saying words in a tongue she understood yet the words were strange. She was ill-used to this level of honesty, it was refreshing hearing someone speak their mind without hesitance, even if that person was clearly drunk. Rhaena wanted to ask about this woman who had stolen her heart, what happened between them, why she thought they resembled each other, why she found her more beautiful than the woman from her past. A slight dabble of pink spread on her cheeks, but it was barely visible in the warm, flickering lights of candles and torches surrounding them. “I will take it as a compliment,” she answered diplomatically despite her overwhelming curiosity. 

When she asked for an introduction, Rhaena almost did not process the request. Truthfully, the two goblets of wine she had herself earlier did not help clear her mind. Before being queen, she had been the princess, the daughter of the king, and everyone in the realm had known of her. Wherever she went, people knew who she was. Her hair and the shadow of violet in her emerald eyes were usually enough evidence for people to figure it out had they never seen her face before. Well, that and the fact that royal guards were often right behind her. She was perplexed for a moment, but this only added to her fascination with the handmaiden. 

Rhaena Targaryen, the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. That was what she should say with her head held high, she was proud of her title, her position. She had never felt like escaping, but now with the opportunity dangling right in front of her, she was tempted to not be queen for a night. “Rhae-.” There was a chance Vorsakhi would recognise the name, but there was no use in pretending to be a humble servant or lower nobility when dressed in a fine white silken dress laced with gold embroidery. “Lady Rhae of House Velaryon.” The lie rolled off her tongue surprisingly easily. She had just gone with the vassal house first springing to mind, a house that fit with her Targaryen features. Rhaena had no idea why she was doing this, she saw a chance of being someone else for a single night and she had grabbed it without thinking of the consequences. Something she so rarely did. In the light of the candles lighting up the room, she took notice of the shadows flickering, both illuminating and darkening the features of the foreigner. 

“An unusual name. Tell me, where do you hail from, Vorsakhi?”

the woman spoke quietly but her voice mesmerized vorsakhi anyway. the westerosi people had such a different way of speaking, compared to the dothraki or even just the essosi people in general. where vorsakhi had grown up around barked commands and growled insults, it was obvious that the lady in front of her had never known such a thing. she had been raised among the soft-spoken grooming and caress of a western house; not that vorsakhi had ever yearned for something like that. only for vitihho did she want the care of a westerosi upbringing - here, he could grow into the man that his father never was.

  " it was meant to be one. "   she said, her voice softer than she'd wanted and expected it to be. pushing the last memories of serysha from her mind, she listened to the lady's introduction. had she been sober, she would've caught the hesitancy in rhae's voice; now, it meant nothing to her.   " a sweet name. "   the dothraki said with a hum, though her voice did little to give away what she actually thought about it.

the question to her origin was the one vorsakhi had most quickly gotten used to, since it just happened to be what people wanted to know the most about her.   " essos. i am a dothraki, i was a khaleesi before i came here. "   the smirk on vorsakhi's lips grew.   " do you know what a khaleesi is, rhae ?  you have never met a dothraki, have you ? "   she straightened her back as she spoke, taking deep breaths, building herself up like she'd done so many times back in essos when a man had come to   ( try to )   steal her away. her leather armor was simple but it did it's job to help the image, though all the while she kept the smirk on her face so as not to scare away the sweet little lady. vorsakhi presented herself to the woman in all her glory, and a part of her felt powerful again, like during those first few months with nizho, when she'd ridden with him into battle and everything had seemed to be okay. like it could work.

[vorsakhi]

@rhcena

Out of all the things Rhaena had expected to see, the sight of a drunk foreign woman was not high on her list. Certainly, she did not expect her to get so close. She could smell the drink on the woman’s breath as they stood face to face, merely a few inches apart. The queen’s eyes were wide open in awe and curiosity, her heart hammering inside her chest in pure confusion. During her life in King’s Landing, she had seen plenty of people hailing from across the sea, but this woman seemed different. There was a wilderness to her yet her eyes were so soft. It almost seemed as if she was looking at someone else, her gaze too intense to be meant for a stranger.

Finally snapping out of her trance, she quickly retorted with an apology. “I’m sorry, but I do not speak your tongue.” Her voice was softer than she intended. For all she knew, this stranger could have been sent here to harm her. Taking a small step back, not nearly as far as she probably should have retreated, Rhaena finally realised the situation. “Forgive me, but who are you?” Straining to recall if she had seen the woman before, she cycled through her memories of the day, and then one frame stood out. She had seen the woman before, she could easily recall now that she had calmed down further. She visibly relaxed her shoulders, she doubted the woman had been sent to harm her. She had accompanied a lady of the nobility, surely an assassin would be more discreet.

Finally letting go of feeling under threat, she embraced this peculiar situation she found herself in. The gaze of the woman felt heavy on her. The annoying voice of reason ringing constantly in her mind told her to introduce herself and dismiss the woman, find a guard to follow the clearly intoxicated stranger home and put her to bed. Yet another moment passed with Rhaena keeping silent, her own emerald eyes touched by a shadow of purple clashed with the dark gaze of the stranger standing so close to her. “Who are you?” she repeated, this time her voice much softer than before, a consequence of her captivation.

what exactly it was that ended up shaking vorsakhi out of her dreamy-state, she didn't know. only that she came to realize the woman in front of her wasn't the lyseni woman serysha, who'd almost stolen vorsakhi's heart away only a year ago.

either way, the stranger in front of her seemed captivated by the dothraki as much as the other way around, and vorsakhi happily indulged her.   " i mistook you for a woman who once held my heart, though she was younger and not as beautiful as you are. though perhaps she could’ve come to be. "   the memory of serysha still stung   ( and she decided, as she always did with such things, not to dwell on the memory )   but the alcohol in vorsakhi's veins and the sight of beautiful woman certainly lessened the pain.

   " i am vorsakhi, handmaiden of ayara toland. "   she said, a smirk tugging at the right corner of her lips.   " and who are you ? "   the world fell into the silence between them, only broken by the crackling of candle-wicks and the atmospheric white noise of a castle at night.

[vorsakhi]

nevcrdie‌:

       “ a khal ? ”  he repeated, blinking for a moment with confusion as the word rattled around in his brain, some sort of memory of the word becoming slightly cleared.    “ aye, i am.  lord teyron greyjoy, commander of the iron fleet and lord reaper of pyke in the iron islands, ” he nodded to the partial view of the bay through the plain glass window, where seven of the ships of the iron fleet bobbed in the seas, moored on the docks.   “ that’s a part of the iron fleet, seven ships there and near eighty are at home. ”

       suddenly it clicked, khal was a dothraki term.  like king.   the red waste was the desert areas in the free cities.   and he raised his eyebrow as he realized that she must be a dothraki woman in westeros.   no wonder she didn’t flinch at being in a tavern, around rowdy drunkards.   “ why would you want to be a khal of a huge, dry, desolate patch of land ? ”  he snorted,  “ i’d rather have land where at least grass grows. ”

the dothraki tongue was even less known to the westerosi than the common tongue was to the dothraki but through context the man seemed to be able to get what vorsakhi had meant to say. his titles might’ve impressed another woman and made her week in the knees, yet to vorsakhi they meant little. she understood that it was a common thing to do in westeros, to boast with the titles one had   ( though she found it useless, since generally the titles were inherited, not earned ).   “ lord reaper ?  do you steal from other villages ? “   there was no trace of judgement in vorsakhi’s tone, although a hint of curiosity. perhaps the westerosi weren’t so different from the dothraki after all ?

looking out at the ships, vorsakhi let her eyes linger on the large vessels for a moment. the ship she’d arrived on westeros in was absolutely no comparison to lord greyjoy’s ships, though as a dothraki she was naturally not very fond of water and thus had little interest in grand fleets.   “ it’s a sign of strength, to survive in the red waste with a big khalasar, the men and women who follow a khal. a khal must pillage from many villages to feed his khalasar in the red waste, and the those who survive riding through it are blessed by the great stallion. “   vorsakhi explained patiently, not exactly expecting the   ‘ iron-man ‘   to understand the custom of her people.   “ if they survived, they surely rule the dothraki sea now. “   she added bitterly,   “ lots of grass there, and wild horses to tame for even more riders. it’s named  ‘ dothraki sea ‘  because the grass grows taller than a riding man’s head. “

[vorsakhi]

Not every wandering soul is lost.

six word story // sprinkleofhayat (via just-six)

[vorsakhi]

adelayne hill;

“…starring? Was I starring? Oh, I tend to do that sometimes. I promise I wasn’t looking at you – more… above your head. There’s a scratch on the wall that wasn’t there yesterday.” Adelayne’s voice was light, like a singing bird in a morning sun. Far too happy for a kitchen wench who was meant to be pealing potatoes, but she liked to think she had a lot to be pleased about. 

“And who is this? He looks like he’ll be a handful, hm?” She asked, cooing at the little boy swaddled in the stranger’s arms. He was lovely –  dark eyes and a wisp of hair on his small and fragile little head. The sight of him made a pang ripple in her chest, memories of the foundlings and orphans swirling in her heart. She wouldn’t get to see them grow up now, would she? Not when she’d stolen away to King’s Landing. 

the light-haired girl started to ramble, coming up with some excuse or another that vorsakhi didn’t much care for. the westerosi girl seemed anything but aware of who’s company she’d found herself in - did she think vorsakhi was just another dornish lady ?  she found that she was often confused with the southron people - whether out of ignorance or blatant stupidity.

she looked down at her son, and the way his face lit up when the blonde woman cooed at him.   " his name is vitihho. "   vorsakhi said, and an unmistakable fondness seeped into her voice. however tough she was   ( pretending to be ), she could never hide how happy her son made her.   " yes, he's a troublemaker. like his father. "   though the last part was said through gritted teeth, it didn't do much to tamper vorsakhi's mood. nizho was dead, burned to ashes, and his spirit was riding with the great stallion now.

  " i think he likes you. "   the dothraki woman said, surprised as she watched her son reach for the woman's light hair. a curiosity, perhaps ?  even in dorne, vitihho barely saw anyone who didn't have black or dark brown hair.

[vorsakhi]

Some names will always taste bitter.

six word story // anon (via just-six)

[vorsakhi]