53This is just an experiment, I don't have an idea set and if I decide to continue the story I don't will be fast to update. As the reception of the story, I will decide if I will continuous or not.
Khal Drogo can chose between two possible brides.
One of them was a princess. A runaway princess without a crown, but still then a princess. She still was fragile, had a soft voice, with clear skin and eyes, and silver hair.
The other was totally different. Like blood and water. With tanned skin, and brown eyes and hair, that possible bride never allowing herself to be anyone's slave. A Khaleesi without a Khal.
It would be strange if the one who had an intense flame in her veins was not the one to whom her family motto was 'Blood and Fire'?
Men are fools when they think that they are the only ones to have power. Men feel the need to govern, to show their strength and impose a position in this vast world even if for that they had to leave broken bodies behind them. Kali was not very different. Fortunately, she was more intelligent than them. After all, she was, until now, the only Khaleesi to lead alone, without a husband, managed to come to power without the conditions of marriage. A Khaleesi without a Khal. It was not easy to be what she was today. Few were those who believed in her. In her people, being a woman meant nothing, a woman was almost like being a mare – only to be mounted and procreate.
Kali was the first daughter of a simple man and woman who belonged to a weak khalasar, led by a Khal of whom no one remembered. At eight she was already an older sister of a tiny boy named Korro, and with eleven she saw her sister scream her way to the world as her mother closed her eyes, going to join their ancestors. Unfortunately, also her sister did not survive and her father left soon after.
She was left alone, with only a boy who drags behind her in the best way that his little legs could, living in a khalasar she knew they would not survive long.
However, Kali didn't let them take her down and raise her little brother the best she could. Acquired all her parent's left her - which was not much -, only their tent, a little gold, clothes and fur, and their horses. At the age of fifteen she was already a warrior, never had lost a battle. That alone would be a great achievement if she were not a woman.
She was ridiculed by her brothers and sisters, screamed and harmed because she refused to be made the role that a woman should do. She had been forced to kneel in a huge circle, as man after man tried to mount her, only to die with their throat cut and her spear pierced their chest. Their braids fell to the feet of the Khal (Kirriro? Riviro?) Who was watching peacefully, with cold eyes, enjoying the spectacle. He was a weak, Kali knew that: what kind of Khal wins his position by entering in the tent of his leader in the middle of the night and cut both previous Khal and Khaleesi's throats during their sleep?
Seventeen years after being named, she left. Only she and her brother, with the stallion and mare from their parents. They made to the world and it was not long until they hear that they old Khal had been killed. Predictable, she told Korro.
Few years after she was already known by all the Dothraki people. Everyone knew the story of how she started joining men and women thought of as week, that had already been kicked out or expelled by their khalasar, and formed her own khalasar. At twenty five, she had already ten thousand men at her command – without counting the women and children. Khal after Khal was killed by her, and their people were added to her khalasar.
Quickly acquired thirty thousand men. Life was good… however, Kali knew she'd need a child… someone to command her khalasar. Not that she had intentions of abandoning her place or die soon, but her life was dangerous and it was just a precaution. She would let her khalasar in Korro's hands or at his future son or daughter, but Korro hated the idea of having the weight of millions of people's life on their shoulder, and rejected.
So, with the help of Illyrio Mopatis, she would find today with her possible fiancé. Possible, because Khal Drogo (the greatest Khal that ever existed – commander of forty thousand men) wanted an exotic bride, and Kali is everything but exotic.
In fact, by what Illyrio said, the other possible bride was a woman of silver hair, white skin like the moon and clear eyes. To the Dothraki people those characteristics were the most exotic and weird that could exist.
However, Kali still would be looking for a husband, a Khal to follow her, even if it wasn't Khal Drogo.