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"The Khal does?" Catherine looked to the tent entrance, her dark gaze pensive, "I..had no idea. I haven't exactly gotten a chance to speak with him."

[~echo~]

Alexandra smiled happily. "He does. He doesn't like o use it, though."

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"Why not?" Catherine frowned and turned so Alexandra could unlace her dress.

[~echo~]

Before doing so, Alexandra spoke in dithraki to the women and they scurried to prepare the girl some food and her clothes. Then, she began to unlace the dress and take her clothes off for her. "He is simply more comfortable speaking in dothraki. But I think he will talk to you in your tongue if you want him to. With women, he is easily manipulated."

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"Is he?" Catherine breathed a sigh of relief when the laces were untied, "That's..interesting to know. Thank you for telling me, Alexandra."

[~echo~]

Alexandra nodded and took the clothes, placing them in a bag. She then proceeded to dress Catherine in a dress of light fabric. It was pale blue in color. "There. Dinner will be served in a moment."

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Catherine smoothed her palms over her dress nervously, "Where..where do we eat?"

[~echo~]

Alexandra took a tray from another slave woman. "Here. You will eat here," she said. "Unless you want to eat outside with the rest of the men. They would be glad to have you, I'm sure."

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Catherine's face flushed and she again glanced toward the tent flap, "I wouldn't even know how to talk with them. I'm afraid the Dothraki language is lost on me and I don't understand it at all."

[~echo~]

"I can help you if you like, ma'am," Alexandra replied. "But very well." She put the food down on a table and arranged the food. It was some sort of mysterious meat.

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Catherine sat down, crossing her feet at the ankles. She peered at the food and pursed her lips. Her diet usually consisted of fruits and vegetables grown in their very own gardens. She didn't eat much meat, let alone meat that looked like this.

[~echo~]

The slaves stationed themselves around the room, prepared to do Catherine's every whim. Alexandra placed herself at the door, watching the men through a sliver of fabric. "So," she vocalized, "are you ready for the party tomorrow?"

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"I don't know," Catherine picked at the meat with her fingers- there didn't seem to be any silverware and she wasn't sure that Dothraki even used it, "I have heard that weddings are..violent. I've been to many weddings back home, but none ever contained bloodshed. I'm not sure how to handle that."

[~echo~]

Alexandra tore her eyes from the fire outside and nodded to the lady. "You have heard correctly, my lady. I have found that the best way to cope is to simply pay attention to something else. But I would suggest at least pretending to pay attention once in a while."

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Catherine was afraid, but she would never admit to it. Her father told her that fear would not be her ally, so she would just grin and bear it, "How do you deal with being here?"

[~echo~]

Alexandra shrugged. "I keep my hands busy. For worry, hard work is best," she said. "Sewing, washing, cooking- anything to keep my mind off it. But I came here when I was young so I am accustomed to it more than most."

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"I don't know how to be anyone's wife, let alone a Dothraki Khal," Catherine nibbled on her meat. It didn't taste like anything she was accustomed to.

[~echo~]

The slave shrugged again. "I think it will be a job that you learn along the way."

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She sighed and picked off another little piece of meat. It wasn't a job she chose to have, but it was hers nonetheless. Her husband would expect certain things from her and she'd just have to fulfill them.

"You're right. I need to keep calm and not panic," Catherine sat up straight.

[~echo~]

Alexandra smiled. "And we will all be here for you. Always."