The Dosh Khaleen made a prophecy many years in the past. A child would be born to the Dothraki unlike any other. This child would bring into their world the start of new age. An age of prosperity and unity the people have never known before. It was not foretold whether it would be a male or female that would guide the way only that their eyes would be as green as the grass of the plains after a summer storm. Their hair the deepest mahogany that would burn red as blood in the rays of the daytime sun. But of all things that would show them their new hope was among them was their skin, a skin said to be the color of cream and milk.

It would be many a moon until the child would be born, the prophecy would be passed down through the many Dosh Khaleen. It would be all but forgotten only to become a fairy tale, but one that would keep hope strong in the hearts of the people.

"Ezhi!" Laughter rang out along with the sound of heavy footsteps across the ground, all but drowning out the sounds of lighter steps in their flight to escape those that followed.

Two giant horses that seemed to be locked in a small battle of dominance were the only witnesses to the small game of chase happening below their feet. These horses marked the entrance to the capital of the Dothraki, Vaes Dothrak.

The symbols of their people became their meeting ground. A place where prying eyes would not reach them until a khalasar made its way home. The sounds of many horses crossing the ground at high pace were more than enough time for evasion.

The two have never been caught in their 17 years. They had become the stealthiest pair any person would ever come across. Not that anyone was blind to their blossoming romance that has developed since they were kids. Two born of separate mother's yet born at the exact moment in time, shared their first breathe in those same seconds after birth. The Dosh Khaleen found their births unique and destined them to be together but kept this to themselves.

"You will have to be quicker 'oh great Khal' if you wish to catch me!"

Flashes of cream paired with deep red streaked past the far edge of the statues closely followed by a flash of coal and copper. Only to be followed with the sounds of bodies hitting the earth as the Dothraki man tackled his prey to the dirt. Successfully pinning his prey on the ground, the man smirked and leaned down to brush the hair out the face of his catch. Green eyes glimmering with happiness, stared into pools of deep brown smugness. Of course, to catch a wild beast is something to be proud of.

Ezhi was nothing but wild from the moment she was born. Never wanting to sit still for her mother to braid her hair or to take a bath. More concerned was the girl to be out learning to ride a horse and fire a bow like the boys she grew around. Born to a great Khal as his second born she followed in his and her brother's footsteps. But even with her want to wield weapons and ride horses there were other things that held her interest. The beauty of dance kept her occupied in the times she could not sneak out to follow her brother or father. It was in those moments Drogo liked to watch her.

As kids, she was kept at a distance from the fighting. Kept close to the leaders of the great hordes as one day she would most likely wed one of their sons when they had their own khalasars. Her mother kept her busy with learning the duties of a Khaleesi. How to lead the horde when the Kahl would go to raid. How to command the khalasar. She also taught her daughter to dance, knowing it would help her daughter when it came to her secret lessons in wielding a sword.

It is these lessons in which Drogo first took interest in Ezhi outside of the normal boundaries of friendship. Sent by his father to fetch Ezhi's mother he came upon a surprising sight. Ezhi dressed in a leather skirt barely reaching mid-thigh and a thin wrap of cloth around her breasts for modesty. She wore no shoes and her hair remained free of bounds reaching just below the swell of her waist. The slow sway of her hips, the slight bend and shift of her hips, the way her hands seem to float up her body to rest in the air above her head. He had never wanted anything more and swore he would never want anything as much as he wanted her to be his in that moment. And she would be his.

"Drogo get off me." Moving to sit up, Ezhi pushed on her captor's chest only to have her hands forced down and pinned above her heard.

"Why would I do that?" Smirking and leaning down to rest his forehead against her's, he watched and observed the wild cat pinned beneath him. Calculating eyes watched him accompanied by a small sweet smile slowly gracing the face of his hopefully future bride.

"Considering you leave at the setting of the sun to begin your journey to find men for your khalasar I would think you need to get back soon."

"But I find this a much nicer sight than that of burning huts and new conquests." Readjusting his seat to lean back enough to take in the beauty beneath him, he missed the smirk that made its way onto Ezhi's face.

"I know of a better one."

"And that is?" Immediately after those words left his lips, a swift knee to his inner thigh and a shift of weight found Drogo pinned beneath the small woman he was holding captive. A triumphant look crossed over her face and Drogo found himself proud of the strength this woman showed him every day. One day she will make a great Khaleesi, his Khaleesi. Stretching up to place her lips beside his ear she placed a kiss to the pulse point just below it.

"This is much better." Growling low in his throat, Drogo shift his weight to pin her back to the ground only to find Ezhi using the chance to put distance between them. Standing at his full height Drogo towered more than a foot above the woman across from him. His braid resting down his back, reaching between his shoulder blades. The blue paint still gracing his shoulders from ceremony granting him his leave to start a new khalasar separate his father's. Knowing this would be the last time he would be looking upon her, he took the time to appreciate her form, promising to return as swift as possible to claim her as his. Under his stare her once bright smile seemed to fade. Making his way across to her he gently placed his hands upon her shoulders. Her gaze shifting to the dirt below their feet.

"What is wrong my little bird?" Looking up to his face a single tear graced her cheek.

"You are leaving for at least a year. What am I to do until you return?" Gently brushing the tear away with the pad of his thumb Drogo pulled her into his arms, the only comfort he can give. She tightly wrapped her arms around his waist in hopes it could make him stay.

"I will be back before long. Returning to you a true man and Khal before the Great Stallion. When I get back, I will make you mine. I do this for you, my Khaleesi. I will bring back the greatest khalasar the Great Stallion has ever witnessed. All for you."

Looking up into his eyes Ezhi knew this to be true. Her warrior, her friend, her Khal; he would bring her back the head of the King across the black sea if she but asked him. Sadness curled itself in her stomach but pride swelled in her heart. He would be her husband upon his return. If only the time would move fast. She would pray to the Great Stallion for his success and swift return.

"I pray for your greatness to succeed and your swift return." Holding her out at arm's length Drogo's face full of pride he looked at her one last time. Gripping her face between his hands he pulled her into a swift kiss before releasing her and making his way swiftly back into the city to gather his khalasar. Her eyes watched his retreating back as the wind picked up across the plains to whip her hair across her body, neither knowing she would not be there upon his return.