Dothraki Raiders
They conquer your khalasar.
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You had long travelled with your khalasar, crossing the great sea of grass with them on your beloved horse. It was all you had ever known and you did not wish to live any other way.
You did not hold a position of high status — you cooked, cleaned and occasionally warmed the beds of various Dothraki men. You did not mind for you were doing your part.
It happened the night after a great feast. The celebration had gone on all day and long into the night, full of fighting, fucking and plenty of food and spirits to go around. You thoroughly enjoyed yourself, but retired early to your tent to rest — there would be lots of clean up to do in the morning before your khalasar moved on. You had lain down in your bed of furs and drifted off to sleep.
You did not know how long you had been asleep when you awoke to men yelling and the sound of swords clashing. You sprang up from your bed and rushed for the small blade you had hidden — women were not often made to fight, but your khalasar made sure that all of the women at least knew how to handle a weapon.
You stepped quietly to the flap of your tent and lifted it a bit to peer outside. You hoped that it was simply a duel between two of the males of your khalasar, the yelling brought on by the amount of alcohol consumed, but you knew that hope was fleeting. Your hope was snuffed out when you saw men of your khalasar clashing blades with men from a different khalasar. You felt your pulse jump and let the tent flap fall closed. You paced a bit while you tried to decide what to do. Should you stay hidden? Should you flee? Should you try to fight?