dkrc Chapter 113 113
Chapter 113 113
Unsurprisingly, the inevitable did come.
For years, the Royces and their Bronze Army has basically cleared out the Dothraki from the outskirts and even in the vicinity...
Steadily pushing deeper into the Great Grass Sea. One khalasar after another disappeared.
Some were destroyed in battle. Others scattered before a fight could even begin. A few simply abandoned their lands and fled further east, hoping distance would save them.
It never did.
The Bronze Army always seemed to find them.
As the years passed, the Dothraki lost more than warriors.
They lost grazing grounds.
They lost horses.
They lost slaves.
They lost the confidence that had once defined them.
The old boasts of crossing the world and trampling kingdoms became little more than stories told around dwindling campfires.
Young riders grew up hearing less about glorious conquests and more about which direction not to ride.
Entire stretches of grassland became places of fear. Veteran riders avoided them. Scouts refused to enter them alone.
Some claimed they saw dragons overhead. Others spoke of bronze knights appearing from nowhere.
Whether the stories were true hardly mattered.
The enemy was real. And they were unrelenting...
Which meant that only Vaes Dothrak that was left to stand.
An eventuality that the final remainders would have to face.
And to think that the Dothraki had once been the terror of Essos.
Merchants trembled at their approach.
Cities paid tribute to avoid their wrath.
Slave markets depended upon their raids.
Now, that was no more
Their khalasars no longer numbered in the tens of thousands.
Many were reduced to just a few.
Which were those who sought refuge here... in the heart of their sea and their culture. The City of Riders.
But not long from now... perhaps it would be the end of all of them.
Accordingly, the governing dosh khaleen saw the truth before anyone else.
The Great Grass Sea no longer belonged to the Dothraki.
It belonged to the Bronze Queen... and her fearsome child who gave her unparalleled influence and strength.
Blessed for bringing him into existence.
The Stallion Who Mounts the World.
As prophecized... he will unite all the Dothraki into a single khalasar, and ride to the ends of the earth. And all the people of the world will be his herd.
Yet it was actually not meant to be their boon.
It was their bane.
For this man was no khal of khals...
More of a culler of khals.
As Ronan Royce has truly reduced and forced all of them into unity.
With those he'd spare among them to perhaps be the ones who will be part of his journey from henceforth.
On his path to be an absolute ruler, warlord, and chieftain... who will overwhelm this world!
Granted, they might be wrong in these assumptions once again... which is why the most senior of the dosh khaleen still had that move in mind.
Dwelling in the real heart of their holy land.
As a way to truly assess their guesses and as a showcase of their final resolve.