I’ll be watching you

by SunStarsMoon

Summary:

Drogo’s death wasn’t the end for him. Instead, it was a new beginning. A time of learning. A time of watching over his Moon.

Follows canon. Drogo watches over Daenerys until she joins him in death.

Chapter 1: Death

He could think again. He couldn't before. Not since falling off his horse. All he'd felt after that point was fear. A sense that something was very, very wrong, yet no way to express it.

The fear was gone now, replaced by the oddest feeling. He felt light as a feather, and indestructible. He'd lead his Khalasar into battle soon, and one day they would cross the Narrow Sea.

He got up off the bed, prepared to announce his intentions. He had taken only a few steps when the sound of crying - no, not crying, heart wrenching sobbing, stopped him dead in his tracks.

He turned to look at the source, and saw his Moon. She must be worried sick. Wait, what, or who, was that there? Why was she sobbing next to whoever it was?

That man looked like a Khal, not any he'd ever seen before, but the face did look familiar. He'd seen it before, but where?

Wait, how was somebody laying there? Had he himself not just been in that spot mere seconds ago? He knew nobody had come in.

"Moon of my life," he said, questioningly. She did not turn to look at him. He repeated himself, but there was the same lack of reaction on her part.

"Khaleesi!" He shouted, a bit harsher than he'd intended. No reply.

"Daenerys!" He tried again.

Tired of this, he strode back over to her and placed a hand on her shoulder. Or rather, tried to place a hand on her shoulder.

His hand went right through her.

Alarmed, he tried again. It was as though he was nothing but air.

The fear that had been gone, came back now.

He'd heard stories before, but they were just that, scary stories. Weren't they? He couldn't be dead. You couldn't hear without ears. See without eyes. Smell without a nose. And he was experiencing all of those senses right now. There were no ghosts. Or were there?

He took a deep breath. Or rather, he mimicked the action of taking a deep breath. Maybe there were ghosts. Poor, lonely souls whose bodies hadn't been sent to the pyre. It would make sense, he supposed, that rather than sleep an eternal slumber they would be left to wander the earth for all eternity.

There was no need to panic, he assured himself. Judging by his Moon's sobbing, that must be his body there. If the lack of decay, and his just becoming a ghost were any indication, he'd clearly just died.

He'd be a ghost until his body burnt, and then his spirit would be free. His Moon wouldn't let him down. She was strong and soon would push her grief aside to do what needed to be done.

Soon he would be reunited with his ancestors in the Night Lands.

She cried for what felt like an eternity. He didn't like such displays of weakness, but death of a lover or child was the one time he would accept, even understand such a thing. He wished he could comfort her, tell her that he was here. Tell her that once she sent his body to the pyre he'd be free. Tell her that they'd see each other again in the night lands.

How did he die? He'd let the wound be cleaned, not that it needed it, just to appease her. Had it gotten infected after all? Was that how he died? Him, the great Khalasar, done in by a minor wound? It was embarrassing. He was supposed to die a glorious death in battle. How would he explain this to his ancestors? His father would be so disappointed.

She gets up and it is then that he notices something alarming.

Her body is no longer round with child.

How long had he been unconscious for? She must have given birth while he was out.

Their son. Where was he? She should be with him. Regardless of her grief, their son was not yet the Stallion Who Would Mount The World. He was but a babe, and he needed his mother. What if he were hungry, what if he caught cold, what if someone dared try to harm him? He was too young for her to be this far from him.

He followed her as she left the shelter. Her face remained dry as she rode her stallion. Dry as she made preparations for his body. That is his moon. His Khaleesi. She won’t let anyone see her pain.

Chapter 2: Burning

Summary:

Drogo watches his body burn

Notes:

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I am sorry about the long wait. In truth I got discouraged on this because a couple people attacked me for writing Drogo and Daenerys. I deleted those comments and set things to be moderated. But I am back and will try to be quicker with updates going forward! I have recently started my GOT rewatch so I will be writing my chapters as I progress in my watching.

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It was night now and the preparations were complete. Soon his body would burn and he would be with his ancestors in the Night Lands.

In the last few hours he learned that he was murdered, by poison of all things, and that his son, The Stallion Who Would One Day Mount The World was murdered as well. Both of them by the witch and her false promises. The only comfort he had was in knowing she would die a thousand deaths in the Night Lands to make up for it.

He watched as his moon ordered the eggs be put on the pyre with him. Yes! With dragons by his side, he will be the most revered man in all the Night Lands. To ride on a dragon whilst all his ancestors watched. It would be glorious! If he could only kiss her right now to show his gratitude.

He’d thought the Jorah man a friend, but first he suggests Khaleesi take the eggs to the free cities to sell, then he hesitates when it comes to burning the witch. How did he not see this weakness before? He realizes something else he never realized in life. Jorah seems to have a special fondness for his Moon. He will probably try to stop her from taking her place in the Dosh khaleen. Wait? Is she even planning to go to them? Moments ago, she’d freed the slaves and told the ones who stayed that they would be her khalasar. For what would she need a khalasar for? Did she think the journey to the Dosh Khaleen was difficult? Surely with him gone she couldn’t still be expecting to cross the Narrow Sea? She certainly couldn’t still be expecting to conquer the land across the sea. Could she?

As he expected, his Moon seeks vengeance upon the woman who murdered them. She has her bound and dragged. She will burn alive, and justice will be served in this life, not that he will spare her in the next.

Wait! No…she can’t be serious. She’s going to go on the pyre with him. After her brother died, they’d had their longest talk ever. She’d told him all about the Targaryens, her family. She’d wanted to prove that fire couldn’t harm her as it had her brother. He hadn’t allowed it, but that hadn’t stopped her. She’d put her hand in the fire before and it had come out unburnt. He’d grabbed her hand and asked “How?” She’d explained, but he hadn’t believed, not even after seeing. He’d thought it a clever trick, one similar to those that one of the slaves his Khal had captured. A what was it called? A sight of hand? No, that wasn’t it. He’d thought what Daenerys had done had been similar to that, and he’d wanted her to teach him, but she’d insisted it was her Targaryen blood that protected her. She’d tried to do it again to prove it, but he’d yanked it away before she got the chance. At the time he hadn’t known what to think, and soon one of his riders had come to tell him of a village he’d found to raid, and he’d forgotten all about it.

Maybe she really was fireproof. He supposed he’d soon find out. And if she wasn’t, he’d have an earful for her once they reunited.

Soon the pyre is lit and his body begins to burn.

He smiled as he watched the witch burn. This is not the death he’d have chosen for her. He’d much rather all the men have their way with her until her body gives way. Or to leave her bound and gagged in some pit to slowly starve or be eaten alive. He’s sure he could think up more fun ways too. But his Moon is practical. The fire had to be lit so that he may pass to the Night Lands, and it will be a most painful death. Her screams are like music to his ears.

After some time, the screams stopped, indicating the witch's death, but also the likelihood that his own body would soon be ash. He wondered if there was anything special he had to do to get to the Night Lands, or if he’d just suddenly find himself moved there.

He saw the witch emerge, looking transparent. Before he could react, he spotted a blinding flash of light appear, brighter than even the fire that burnt. He shielded his eyes as the light dimmed. Looking into it he could see green grassy fields, beautiful flowers, and sunlight illuminating a gorgeous waterfall.

The Night Lands! He’d have a relaxing day reuniting with his kin before going off to torture that murderous witch. Or he’d go off to battle and than torture her. He walked towards it eagerly.

Just before reaching it, he felt himself being thrown in the air. He landed hard on the ground but it did not hurt. He looked around in confusion. Before he could attempt to make sense of what had happened, he watched as the witches spirit walked into the same vision and then disappeared. The lovely vision vanished before his eyes as he sat there, dazed.

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Chapter 3: Dragons!

Summary:

Drogo witnesses the birth of dragons

Notes:

Thank you so much for all the reviews!

I'm sorry it has taken me so long to come back to this! I was badly writers blocked but I never forgot about it. I wanted to wait till I had a few chapters written before coming back. I've got 2 chapters after this one ready to go, and I'm gonna try to write more in the meantime too.

What he saw next shocked him to the core, even though at this point, nothing really should.

It was the most glorious sight here had ever seen, much more splendid than anything he had seen when he was of the living world. Daenerys emerged from the fire, naked, but unburnt.

But she wasn’t all that emerged. With her were three baby dragons. A red and black colored one was on her shoulder, a green colored one cradled near her womanhood, as though she had given birth, and a golden colored one was crawling on her leg. It was a glorious sight - one of the most beautiful he had ever seen. What followed next only enhanced the wonder before him.

Jorah bowed to her, and what few remained followed suit. They’re accepting her as their leader, it seems. He wasn’t sure he could consider what remained a true khalassar, there were barely fifty people after all, but a few strong warriors had remained. Despite the size, he couldn’t help but feel proud. A woman had never led a khalasar before, but if there was any woman capable of doing such, he knew it would be her.

He debated staying behind to watch over her, but that was not his place anymore. He belonged in The Night Lands now. If she did well as Khal she would accomplish all that she wished for and more, and if she doesn’t he knows that she will die a warrior's death and he will see her in The Night Lands. With that, he turned his attention to focusing on how to enter The Night Lands. It couldn’t be that complicated. That fucking witch had entered with ease. Perhaps he would have to wait a while. He wasn’t just any Dothraki after all, he had led a khalasar. There likely was a grand celebration being planned for him and they were waiting to escort him to The Night Lands until it was ready. That had to be it. Until then, he decided he would stay close to his Moon. He wasn’t sure if those from The Night Lands had any way of watching what happened here, so the one good thing about not immediately being taken there was that he could make sure Daenerys was going to be alright.

As Daenerys and her khalasar made camp for the night, he had no idea what her plans were next. With how few she had they wouldn’t be able to do much but scavenge, or perhaps prey on small groups of travelers passing by. Though from what he knew of her, she wouldn’t approve of the latter. It was an unfortunate situation, as with no army she couldn’t take back the Iron Throne. Or could she? He had no idea how long it would take for the dragons to be full-grown. But now they were defenseless newborns and under threat of being stolen or easily killed. Though stolen was more likely, for you would have to be a fool to kill such a powerful beast when you could simply raise it and bend it to your whim. He’d heard of such things with other animals anyway, and in Pentos, for a fee, you could even ride an elephant.

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I would love a review, but if you don't like Drogo I get that, just go find something else if you don't like this idea. The next chapter will show Drogo's reaction to her names for the dragons.

Chapter 4: Names

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The next morning she had a few of the slaves - not slaves anymore, he reminded himself, confused as to why they would take orders since she had told them they were free to go - she had a few of them gather up what food and water remained at the camp. It wasn’t much, and with the amount of people they had would last two, maybe three days at most.

Wisely, she rationed everyone’s portions, and they ate. It wasn’t much, and he felt no hunger, but Drogo was a bit bored and wished he could have some. It was no fun just being an observer to everything, even if Daenerys was what he was observing. It was just frustrating, being so close to her and unable to touch or talk to her or have her even know he was here.

After the meal, she made an announcement. Her bloodriders would be Rakhar, Aggo and Kovarro. He was pleased with her choice of Kovarro, and of what remained of the Khalasar he considered the other two fine choices as well.

Then she made another announcement. She had picked names for the dragons.

As she went to retrieve them from the cage they’d spent the night in he wondered what she would name them. They would need good, strong names. Warrior names. He’d been content to let her name the baby, thinking it a woman’s prerogative, so long as the name was that of a warrior. Which it had been, Rhaego was named after her dead brother, who had bravely died a warrior's death. Drogo had approved. He could only hope she would give the dragons such strong names. With three of them to name she might need some help to come up with names. If only he were alive - he would have so many suggestions.

First, she retrieved the green-colored dragon. He suspected she would name this dragon after her brother, and indeed she does, proudly proclaiming it Rhaegal after giving a brief speech on her brother's bravery and courage, and how she has no doubt, that just like his namesake Rhaegal would be brave and strong.

Next, she brung out the green dragon. He hasn’t bothered to get close enough to the dragons to determine whether they are boys, or girls, but of the three this is the one he most suspects would be female. Perhaps she will name it after her mother?

To his shock and annoyance, she names the dragon Viserion, after her other brother, the weak, arrogant Viserys who he had ordered killed with her blessing. He listened as she explained that though Viserys was weak and foolish, he was still her brother, and for much of her life, the only person she had in the world. She started to get a bit teary-eyed, even. Still, he can’t accept it. He wished he were alive to argue with her about this. He would put an end to this nonsense. While he could understand her missing her brother even as horrible as he was, honoring him in such a fashion was not acceptable.

Finally, she retrieved the red and black dragon. Then, to his surprise, she started talking about him. The tears that had begun to gather in her eyes when she had talked about Viserys now began to flow freely as she told of what a brave warrior her husband had been. To his even bigger surprise, she goes on to say that it wasn’t his bravery that she loved him for, but his loyalty and devotion. She finished her speech by explaining that this dragon seemed the most devoted to her, never failing to wander too far from her side. She then proclaimed his name to be Drogon.

His anger about her naming the other dragon Viserion dissipates, and he finds himself smiling,or rather, making the motions of a smile, but without a body, it isn’t possible.

Chapter 5: Not looking good

Notes:

Happy Halloween! Today seems like a perfect day to update! I think only one person reviewed the last chapter, so I hope I didn't lose any of you due to slow pacing.

Days passed, and he saw no sign of the beautiful vision the witch had stepped into.

He followed Daenerys and her khalasar as he mulled things over in his head. He had a fleeting thought that maybe, just maybe if he went to the temple of Vaes Dothrak the vision might appear before him. But, he chided himself that such thoughts were silly. According to their teachings, he was to wake up in the Night Lands after his corpse was burnt. There were no mentions of having to do anything special, and as far as he knew the only thing that could prevent one from going there was their corpse not being burnt, but he had witnessed his being burnt to ash, so that couldn’t be it.

And so he stayed with Daenerys, following her everywhere she and her khalasar went. It was torture being so close to her and unable to touch or talk to her.

It wasn’t long before his worries about how to cross over to the Night Lands were overtaken by new worries. Worries for his Moon. She and her khalasar are not doing so well. The heat was too much and their resources too few as they journied across the red waste. The dragons aren’t doing so well either, perhaps, because of thirst, or perhaps the climate was too unkind, but they aren’t even eating the meager scraps they are fed. Hopefully, they will be alright, for she has started to refer to them as her children, and he fears in this state what will become of her if she loses them. He knows that they give her not only a sense of family and being close to her ancestors, but also control of them may very well save her from being captured, imprisoned, or worse. For surely even if they are far too young to fight, their presence alone would make it known to anybody that this woman with them was no ordinary woman.

A little over a week into her journey, the heat was unbearable, and for the first time since his death, he is relieved to no longer be alive. Daenerys, her blood riders, and all of her khalasar appear to be in a dire state, sweating, weak, and looking on the verge of collapsing.

Before it is even mid-day, things take a drastic turn for the worse as her horse, the fast, yet calm, horse he had gifted her collapses. Daenerys rushes to the horses side, as does Joreah Morment, who confirms the worst, the horse is dead of starvation.

Daenerys gives a brief speech about the horse and how special it was to her as it was the first gift he had ever given her.

Rather than weep, Daenerys speculates if there is any way other than north which they can go. Luckily, Joreah talks her out of going further south or back west, as he warns she will run into the Lhazareen one way, and rival Khalasar’s the other way. If only more of his khalassar had joined hers upon his death, then those would have been viable options. The Lhazareen weren’t fighters in any which way, but any village would have far more people than her khalasar, and her people were in no shape to fight.

The news of the two new khalasar’s being led by his men was not a shock either, nor were the men leading them. He cursed his former fighters for making such a foolish choice. Daenerys may be a woman, but she was no ordinary woman, she had a warrior’s spirit, and the Horse God had bestowed these dragons on her because she was stuck in a woman’s body.

Daenerys then called her bloodriders to her and sent one directly east, another southeast, and another southeast. Her exhausted Khalassar would wait here until they returned, be that hours, or days, or, well, he is pretty sure they won’t last weeks as they’re out of food, and nearly out of water.

As much as he wanted to remain by her side, it hurt to see her in such a state and he really wanted to venture to any of the directions she was sending her scouts. He was not a man prone to foolish ventures and the red waste was something even he feared, as did most Dorthraki, so he couldn’t help his curiosity. He wanted to see what lay to the east, he’d never been that way before, and he was eager to see what lay beyond - though, he regretfully reminded himself, no matter what riches lie in wait, he had no way to engage in any physical combat. He sure did miss it - he’d never felt so alive as when he was leading his khalassar into battle. He decided to follow Aggo as he comforted himself with the fact that soon, soon he would be in The Night Lands fighting alongside his father, grandfather, brothers, uncles, and all the ancestors he’d never even met.

He finds he can easily keep up with Aggo’s horse - it seems being dead has made him very fast; but before he could dwell on it more, he felt a sensation of dizziness, not unlike that of which he would get after drinking too much fermented mare's milk. He then found himself back by Daenerys’ side.

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Curious if anyone can guess what will happen next

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