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A/N: Many thanks to andrenally for letting me borrow the title.

Although this scene was acted out beautifully, I wanted to write what Dany and Drogo were thinking. I felt the love scene between the two made Dany realize who she is and what she can be. Also, this is when Drogo and Dany start to fall in love. :)

Reviews, in any shape or form, are greatly appreciated.

The voices die down, and only faint whispers of the tribesmen echo in the night. She waits.

He comes inside, uncaring, about to fulfill his duties as husband. She fights the urge to look away, but remembering the slave girl's words of wisdom – love comes in the eyes – makes her brave enough to look. Making an effort is the only way she can stay sane in this new world. Black beads stare right back, and she pretends he understands what she's trying to convey. She wants to prove to him she's not afraid, because she's willing to give it to him.

Yanking her body towards him, she just knows her plan is going to turn into pieces. Nonononono – "No," she says, planting a hand on his chest. It beats. It's alive, so unlike the way Viserys described the Dothraki hearts – animalistic and dirty and cold. She's curious. Perhaps this may work. Perhaps Viserys is wrong.

And in the split second, she hears her dear brother laugh inside her head, because he's right this one time, the time when all things matter. They are savages. Her husband rolls her over, his muscles taking control and his savage-like ways start to ruin her. Nothing works for her. Everyone takes what they want. Her brother took her freedom, and her husband is taking her gift for fun.

"No," she says again, with more conviction. He slaps her hand away as if she is a pestering fly. For the first time, she fights back. He grabs her wrist, his long, tan fingers curling and tightening around it. She does not waver. Her heart swells as she utters: "Tonight I would look upon your face."

He pauses. When did she learn this? All he knows of her is that she has an annoying brother and she is a royal runaway. At least she tries. Suddenly, her warm, small hand lightly touches his face, his eyes closing in response. Fire and ice. His body automatically reacts, for the first time unsure of how to deal with her. Sensing a victory, she – his wife – takes control, and she slowly turns him over, gauging his reaction. His body relaxes. This is new.

The foreign sensation of having a slender, white girl on top of him makes him interested. For once, the mighty Khal Drogo does not know what to do. Her silver hair cascades down her face. A fleeting thought crosses his mind: he does not know what her hair feels like. Nor is he aware of the uncharted territories on her body.

She sinks down on him, and it fits, being in control. Daenerys is in control. She moves, trying to remember what the slave girl taught her. Sensations and pleasure quickly overcome her. Drogo's eyes become fixated on her flushed face, and she feels something. His hands wander up to her sides, up to her breasts, and it is power that she now feels.

Without warning, Drogo sits up and pulls Daenerys close to him. This wasn't part of the plan. But once she sees him in awe of her, willing to move and be with her simultaneously, letting her be in charge, she understands. She knows.

She is no longer Daenerys, the ill-fated princess. She is Khaleesi.

A/N #2: There's a reason why I called Dany "she" throughout the beginning, then Daenerys, then Khaleesi – I wanted to show the progression of her realizing her true potential. I hope I didn't confuse anyone. :)