Khalakka dothrae mr'anha! she proclaimed in her best Dothraki. A prince rides inside me! She had practiced the phrase for days with her handmaid Jhiqui.
The Dothraki exchanged uncertain glances. Khaleesi, the handmaid Irri explained, as if to a child, " Jhaqo is a khal now, with twenty thousand riders at his back. "
Yet when she put the thought into words, her handmaid Doreah quailed. " That way lies the red lands, Khaleesi. A grim place and terrible, the riders say" .
When the battle was done, Dany rode her silver through the fields of the dead. Her handmaids and the men of her khas came after, smiling and jesting among themselves.
" Of course. Irri, leave us for a bit" . She put a hand on Jhiqui's bare shoulder and shook the other handmaid awake. " You as well, sweetling. Ser Jorah needs to talk to me" .