Daenerys Targaryens Intimate Bath Ritual
It had been a long day and they had ridden far. After they had made camp, Dany asked Doreah, Irri and Jhiqui to get her bath ready. She loved to take a bath after the long traveling days and only felt rested after she had scrubbed away the dirt and sand from her body and hair.
When the bath was ready Dany's handmaidens helped her clean away the grime. It took some time as the roads they traveled where dry and dusty. Dany laid in the bath, enjoying the cleaning ritual performed by Doreah and Irri. She reflected on her life and how her brother liked to use, command and rule over her. But that was in the past now as her life as Khaleesi changed all that. Drogo never spoke to Dany about his feelings for her brother, but she was aware of his the intense dislike he felt towards Viserys.
After Doreah and Irri had cleaned her thoroughly, they helped her out of the tub and placed her in the hands of Jhiqui, who massaged her. Lying down on fresh linen blankets, Jhiqui massaged her aching muscles with oil and then sprinkled her with spiceflower and cinnamon. Doreah would comb her hair; no one had hair like Daenerys. When it was clean and free of tangles, it would shine like spun silver.
Dany ate her supper; she wasn't a large eater and she didn't usually like to eat the horse meat. She nibbled on some cheese and fruit. She drank a small jug of honeyed wine to wash it down. The handmaidens bade her goodnight and left her alone. Dany eagerly awaited her Khal; her thoughts had been of him most of the evening. When he finally entered the tent she quickly rose to greet him.
Drogo stood naked in all his glory. His body was washed and oiled while his beautiful hair was loose. It draped the length of his body. Dany loved his hair. It was thick, long and as black as ink. It had never been cut as he had never lost a fight in battle. Dany wished to brush and braid it.
"Come sit with me" Dany asked as she led Drogo to the middle of the floor by the fire. As he sat down, she removed her gown, letting it drop to the floor. Drogo's eyes searched her body and lingered over her pert breasts.
Drogo had become more pliable in the last few days. Their love for each other grew stronger everyday. He enjoyed their lessons together and looked forward to being with Dany. When they were first married, Khal Drogo would come to her late at night only to take his pleasure and then fall asleep immediately afterwards. The next morning he was always gone before Dany woke up.
Dany guided her Khal to sit in front of her and she began to brush his hair. Taking her time she ran her hand over the black mane after each stroke of the brush. From his head all the way down to THE END
When the bath was ready Dany's handmaidens helped her clean away the grime. It took some time as the roads they traveled where dry and dusty. Dany laid in the bath, enjoying the cleaning ritual performed by Doreah and Irri. She reflected on her life and how her brother liked to use, command and rule over her. But that was in the past now as her life as Khaleesi changed all that. Drogo never spoke to Dany about his feelings for her brother, but she was aware of his the intense dislike he felt towards Viserys.
After Doreah and Irri had cleaned her thoroughly, they helped her out of the tub and placed her in the hands of Jhiqui, who massaged her. Lying down on fresh linen blankets, Jhiqui massaged her aching muscles with oil and then sprinkled her with spiceflower and cinnamon. Doreah would comb her hair; no one had hair like Daenerys. When it was clean and free of tangles, it would shine like spun silver.
Dany ate her supper; she wasn't a large eater and she didn't usually like to eat the horse meat. She nibbled on some cheese and fruit. She drank a small jug of honeyed wine to wash it down. The handmaidens bade her goodnight and left her alone. Dany eagerly awaited her Khal; her thoughts had been of him most of the evening. When he finally entered the tent she quickly rose to greet him.
Drogo stood naked in all his glory. His body was washed and oiled while his beautiful hair was loose. It draped the length of his body. Dany loved his hair. It was thick, long and as black as ink. It had never been cut as he had never lost a fight in battle. Dany wished to brush and braid it.
"Come sit with me" Dany asked as she led Drogo to the middle of the floor by the fire. As he sat down, she removed her gown, letting it drop to the floor. Drogo's eyes searched her body and lingered over her pert breasts.
Drogo had become more pliable in the last few days. Their love for each other grew stronger everyday. He enjoyed their lessons together and looked forward to being with Dany. When they were first married, Khal Drogo would come to her late at night only to take his pleasure and then fall asleep immediately afterwards. The next morning he was always gone before Dany woke up.
Dany guided her Khal to sit in front of her and she began to brush his hair. Taking her time she ran her hand over the black mane after each stroke of the brush. From his head all the way down to THE END
