ιηтσ тнє {∂σтняαкι} ѕєα

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Catherine chuckled and gave her a warm smile, "Thank you. I really do appreciate that, Alexandra."

[~echo~]

Alexandra gave a bow at the waist and grinned. "You're quite welcome."

Timeskip--

Khal Akeson had awoken two hours before dawn and painted red warpaint on his chest. He also put two lines under his right eye. When he was ready, he dressed and walked out of his tent, eager to meet his bride again. He greeted several of his khalasar and watched as the event prepared to take place.

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Catherine was woken by her slaves, Alexandra being the one to help her dress for the occasion. A wedding. Her wedding. The idea made her heart constrict and it felt hard to breathe. Her dress was a light beige color, the skirt falling down to the ground with a slit up to mid-thigh on the right side. It was loose fitting and the top was cut to leave a bit of her breasts bare. It wasn't uncommon for Dothraki women to bare their breasts without shame. She wore tough brown boots that would hold up against horse-back riding and walking in the grassy terrain. Her dark brown hair was mostly loose down her back, but the crown of her head was braided neatly. She was silent while her slaves fussed over her, trying to keep her stomach settled.

(Dress- cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0455/8201/products/IMG_4729_1024x1024.jpg?v=1399413264 - with some minor adjustments on my part. Catherine's is all one color, not patterned.

Hair- 25.media.tumblr.com/a1939d97b315542b770d29a4c220742c/tumblr_n2xw6qYzNn1s6bxzqo1_500.png )

[~echo~]

While the other slaves worried over Catherine's appearance, Alexandra watched the soon-to-be khaleesi with worry etched on her face. She touched her shoulder and watched her. "Are you alright, my lady? Remember- just keep breathing. I'll be by your side as much as I can."

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Catherine sent her a small smile, placing her hand over her stomach as she took a deep breath, "Yes, I know, and I'm thankful for that, Alexandra. It's just nerves. I'm sure they'll pass. All brides feel like this, don't they?"

[~echo~]

Alexandra nodded. "Perhaps if you drank something, it would help calm your nerves."

Meanwhile, Khal Akeson had taken a seat at the head of the clearing, before the area that had been cleared away for dancing. He was rather impatient to get the event over with- while he enjoyed the many fights that broke out, it was boring for the most part.

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Catherine nodded, "Yes, a drink. That should help. Is there any water I could have?"

[~echo~]

Alexandra shook her head. "We are not near a stream, so at the moment, we simply have wine. Would that be alright?"

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"Yes," Catherine sighed and nodded, "Wine works just as well. Not too much though, please. I want to keep my head straight during the wedding."

[~echo~]

Alexandra bowed and retrieved a skin full of a nice, flowery wine. She put it in a small cup and handed it to Catherine. "Perhaps something to eat?"

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"Not meat," Catherine told her, quick to deny any offerings of whatever she'd been forced to eat the night before. She raised the cup to her lips and took a few, delicate sips, "Something light."

[~echo~]

Alexandra nodded. She got some sweet grass stew, put it in a bowl, and then handed it to the girl.

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Catherine sat down on the bed after she took the bowl. She sipped at the stew, the warmth of it making her feel a tad better. It settled her stomach. She finished that up and took another swig of her wine, "Thank you, Alexandra. You've been...well, I'm not sure how I'd do anything here without you."

[~echo~]

Alexandra smiled and nodded. "My pleasure." Finally, it was time to go and start the party. The sun was about to apples over the horizon.

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Catherine stood up and walked toward the tent flap, "Do I find the Khal straightaway and sit beside him?"

[~echo~]

(I think so, I'm not sure! xD)

Alexandra nodded. "Yes. We will be along in a moment," she said, meaning she and the other slaves."

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Catherine pushed the tent flap and squinted against the glare of the sun. It was hot, the dry heat that made one's mouth feel like a desert. She could see all the Dothraki dressed and painted as though ready for war. She pursed her lips and moved among them, the guttural tones of their voices echoing in her ears.

(I would assume so lol)

[~echo~]

(okay haha)

Khal Akeson had been watching her tent for when his queen would emerge. He made his way over to her and stood in her path. "Come," he said in her tongue. He led her to their seats.

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Catherine followed, her dark eyes on Khal Akeson's back. He was an enormous man and she felt dwarfed following him.

[~echo~]

The Khal sat at his seat and gestured for her to sit next to him. He watched as drums started beating and several people bgan dancing and lusting after one another.