Game of Thrones: The Prideful One.

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It took Illyrio roughly a couple weeks to find a good Dothraki teacher willing to teach us, they were pretty rare.

But once he found the teacher I found the dothraki language was quite dull and limited in its uses, with a very short vocabulary, making the classes go smooth and fast, but even though there were still some concepts hard to grasp.

But I suppose I was a bit distracted with the bizarre dream I had a couple of weeks ago, and was focusing mostly during these classes to make sense to the chant I heard.

hlizif cub! Those words echoed in my head like a butterfly in a cage.

Daenerys on the other hand was doing a bit better than me, absorbing the language like she was born for it, she was quite excited to learn this with me.

And I didn't see any problems with her joining my classes, in fact it was mostly beneficial for me and her, so I happily paid the teacher extra to teach both us.

"Their culture is so fascinating," Daenerys was happy to expand her knowledge, and eager to learn new things, this frankly made her pretty adorkable at times.

"Can you translate something for me?" I asked the teacher who turned his gaze to meet mine.

"What do you want to translate?" The teacher inquired, accepting my request.

If I knew how to write it, it would be easier to ask him what I want, but because I didn't know how to do it, I imitated the sound, "hlizi cub.. I think that was it…"

"Mmmm… well, that can only mean… Bear Cub… but why would you want me to translate that?" The Teacher asked, as I started to analyze the dream I had.

My head was probably playing games with me, using the fact I've been sleeping with Daenerys every day and that I want to conquer the Dothraki to create that very specific dream…. or at least that would make sense if it wasn't for the fact I didn't know any Dothraki words before that dream and thanks to my teacher I confirmed those words meant something, so perhaps it was more than a simple dream.

I couldn't help but look at my wife, my eyes slowly drifting her flat stomach, was she pregnant?

She wasn't drinking anything to stop or prevent a pregnancy, so it wouldn't surprise me if she announced that she was with a child any time now.

I don't know how it hasn't occurred to me that I might be a father soon, how that fact didn't dawn on me sooner.

"We will soon," Daenerys smiled, noticing that I was looking at her belly.

"...I…that would be great" I was lost on what to say so I decided to say something positive, nod and continue with the class.

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After the Dothraki class I went on with my daily routine, training and stuff, I still didn't have the manpower to move, so all I could do was gather information.

As I trained, a maid entered with a cup of water, but sometime was off about her, her aura, her general vibe was immensely more dangerous than any other maids working in the castle.

"Who are you?" I inquired, as I dropped the cup of whatever she tried to poison me with.

"What do you mean, master Mormont?" The maid said with slight fear, but something inside me told me it was fake.

"You either tell me who you are, and I will personally introduce you to my sword, and believe me, your relationship will be intimate," I smiled as I grabbed my sword.

"A man is impressed, a man was right all along," All of the sudden the voice of the so-called maid changed.

"You are a faceless man…" I muttered.

"A man would be correct," The maid/faceless man nodded, "A man wanted to see the blessed one, and a man was right to do so,"

"So who paid you enough money to kill yourself?" I inquired as I approached him, "Cause you must know, this is a suicide, you can't win against me,"

"A man will not and have not taken any contracts against you, but others can use a man to hurt you otherwise," The faceless maid answered.

He basically said, he would not accept contracts with my name on the list, but others I care about they would.

Daenerys, Sansa, my family… or my future sons and daughters.

"You are basically begging for your religion to go extinct," I growled.

"A man would expect nothing else, Valar Morghulis, Valar Dohaeris, all men must die, all men must serve, a man is done here," The faceless man said as he removed his face changing into another one.

'He… came to warn me others would target my loved ones… and what did he meant by blessed one' I thought as I watched him leave.

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After that ominous chat with the assassin I decided to step up my security even more, I ordered fifty ravens to be on high alert around the castle, with Roda leading this… Yes I named the raven that behaves like Yoda, Roda.

*Hrmm protect you, I will, Yrsss.* Roda took the assignment with great honor.

"Thanks, I'm counting on you," I chuckled.

After setting an ever tighter security I went to talk to illyrio about the accommodations for the five thousand men that were arriving in a week, once they arrived I would start my campaign to take over the Dothraki.

But I needed food, supplies and other things before we left this place, one of the reasons Illiryo would come quite handy, supplying us with all that and more for an affordable price.

"Magister," I announced my presence as I entered his office.

"King Mormont, what an unexpected surprise," Illyrio had learned to call me King, was it out of fear or respect I didn't really care.

I started to explain to him in detail what I wanted, weapons, food, making a very detailed list of supplies he would have to provide before we left his castle.

"Is that all?" Illryo inquired going over the list.

"Yes, I hope you continue to be our supplier," I smiled leaving an unspoken threat in the air, betray me and I will gut you.

"Then I will get to it," Illryo nodded, not daring to look me in the eyes.

With that done it was time to sleep, I had a wife to see and… do married things with.

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After another passionate marital night with my wife, I fell asleep soundly in a matter of minutes, but again instead of darkness, a quite vivid dream awaited me.

Snow, lots and lots of snow, covering every single corner in my dream world, I felt cold anyways, my body seemed to accept this dream… or possibly vision as a reality.

'Where am I now… this doesn't seem like the north… maybe beyond the wall?' I thought as I walked aimlessly trying to find something to make sense of what I was seeing.

I don't know for how long I walked inside my dream, but it felt like hours, and all I could see and feel was cold, and a sense of dread filling me, fear.

I haven't felt that in a while, not like this, and to feel it in a dream is idiotic, but when I dreamed of Daenerys that time, I was happy.

And that fact made this even more serious, what if this was a dream… no… if this was vision warning me of the other… the white walkers… I was prepared for them… I have been hoarding dragon glass for a while, and I can pretty sure take on the Night King alone, so what is the weird vision trying to warn me about?

My thoughts are halted when an undead dire wolf appears, looking at me.

'Is this a vision warning about Jon… and how he will die… not that I hate the guy… but why would that even affect me…' I thought as I observed the wolf in detail.

But there it stood doing nothing, but looking at me.

'There must be something relevant to me here, but what…?' I thought but before I could think on that further a loud noise behind me caught my attention.

I immediately turned around to see the source of the sound, finding something I didn't expect to find.

An army of undead white walkers with a dragon, a dragon that wasn't any of the ones I knew or had, it was massive, around the same size the dragon originally named Drogo would be, and on top of it mounting it there was someone smiling at me.

I wanted to get a better look, to see who was that person mounting the dragon, it wasn't the night king, it was someone new, but before I could get my answer something pulled me back to the real world.

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"Wake up!" Daenerys was shaking me, with concern.

"I'm up… what happened?" I inquired mildly, annoyed that I didn't get to see who was mounting the dragon.

"You were sweating… and shaking… I got scared.." Daenerys breathed out.

It took me a second to see that I was indeed soaked in sweat, I had probably scared the ever living crap of her.

"I'm okay, it was just… a bad dream I had," I soothed her, as I hugged her.