Koalak Masterlist

Koalak Masterlist

Only one word: DRAGONS

So I'm currently obsessed with wanda and i made this in her honor❤❤

KOALAK.

a khal drogo fanfiction

WARNINGS: mature content, sexual content, death and gore

Koalak meaning •/ƙõãłak

a person who seeks to cure diseases or heal injuries by means other than conventional medical treatment.

Since birth Adira was known to be a healer. The maester had shaken his head thinking the lady of the keep was not going to make it out of the birthing bed. Her tearing was too great but then the glowing started. And once it faded away to reveal a fine scar, they all knew.

The new babe was special.

All her young life, Adira only wished to help others with her gift, but she was always locked away by her father until one day she received a raven from the most unlikely people. A Dothraki khalassar.

This is an ongoing fanfiction.

Koalak is a khal drogo fanfiction that i am also writing and it will not follow the books so do not come for my head because i mentioned something that is not in the books..

Also, English isn't my first language but i do speak it fluently. Writing helps me a lot with perfecting my spelling.

Thank you for understanding.

You can also find this on the orange W app

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HOUSE OF THE DRAGON Shrek Edition *:･ﾟ✧

KOALAK V

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If not for the paleness and sickness clearly tormenting him, Adira could tell the Khal was a handsome man. Golden skin, a scar on the left side of his face starting from his eye to the top of his cheek and he was full of muscles. Adira also knew that Dothraki did not cut their hair and the longer the braid, the more battles you won. Khal Drogo has never lost any battle, she concluded. She could also tell that he would tower over her after he was healed.

Adira shakes her head to get out of her reverie. She had a job to do, and she needed to do it and go back home as soon as she could. Moving around the bed she went to stand on his left side where the Khal's wound was.

The wound was angry and the veins black, but Adira was not going to be deterred by that and hovered her hands over his wound.

As soon as she started, she felt like that would not be enough and decided 'Fuck it' and climbed on the Khal, straddling him.

It was a very provocative pose, but she had no other choice. She knew that if she stayed standing her legs would probably fail her and she preferred falling on the Khal than on the floor.

Her eyes closed and kept on going, feeling the sickness starting to leave him and going through her.

A few minutes later, she could feel some of the Khal's warmth come back. But before she could open her eyes and check on him, she fell unconscious on top of the Khal.

'Your father is in great danger.'

Adira stood up from the floor she was laying on with a frown, looking around for the voice she was hearing.

'Only with his death can they be saved.'

Turning around quickly Adira could see a girl standing there in a light grey dress, holding a baby.

'Who are you?' Adira questioned. She had some idea who she was but did not want to voice it.

'You know. If I tell you, you are unworthy.'

Adira could tell the girl and child was fading away for some reason.

'Wait! My father's in danger?' Adira did not get a reply only seeing the faded young woman and the last thing she saw was the baby's black hair and his mother's silver.

Adira's eyes snapped open and scrambled off the warm body underneath her. In her hurry she did not realize her right leg was caught in a blanket and fell off the straw bed.

She was breathing heavily and did not really register the slight pain she was in and was still thinking of the silver-haired mother and black-haired child she saw. And quickly her mind went to her father, and she ran out of the tent forgetting all about the golden-skinned Khal whose Wound looked less raw and had almost no black veins left.

The guards at the door gaps at the commotion and almost immediately Ophilia had her arms around her sister ç, holding her close.

"What is it? Adira, please tell me what happened?" Ophilia was in a panic. What happened in that tent that made her sister run so.

Irri, who was looking at both sisters on the side shares a look of worry with Rakkharo and instantly walk into the Khal's tent thinking the worst had happened.

"A dream. It came to me. Father." Adira was not making any sense to Ophilia, but she was trying.

"What about father?"

A young girl approached them with a pouch seemingly with water in it and Adira grabbed it from her and greedily swallowed the water. After she was done, she was breathing heavily and trying to calm her racing heart and breathing.

"Dira. Please, what is wrong with father?" Ophilia had tears in her eyes thinking the worst may have happened.

"The girl in the dream said he was in great danger."

"Girl? What girl?" Adira was looking at Ophilia with big brown eyes full of tears trying to convey her fear to her sister, but she saw the denial in young Ophilia's face.

"The girl with the baby" Adira could not utter the name. She knew who it was, but she just could not say it for it meant only one thing. Death.

"You are not making any sense. You need rest and to get away from this sun. Come. I will draw you a bath and help you relax. Come." Ophilia was wiping her falling tears away. She did not believe Adira. She could not. She would return home and her father will be waiting for her and hug her hard and everything will be the same as it was.

Adira was staring at the candles lighting up the tent she was sharing with her sister. She could hear Ophilia rambling on and on about something, but Adira was not registering any of it. She had other things on her mind.

She remembered the old septa that lived with them. And she remembered something she told young Adira after the latter had told the Septa of a dream she had. A dream of a boys hand under a black horse. And then the young girl woke up screaming.

'Sweet Adira. One thing every child, every lord and lady, every king and queen must know. Dreams are meant to be forgotten. Remembering a dream only means one thing. Twas no dream, my sweet. Twas a message, a warning, An omen.'

Adira remembered giggling at the septa thinking she was funny. A few days later a black mare fell on the young stable boy killing him. Adira never doubted the old septa again.

"Adira! Are you even listening?" Ophilia sounded offended but Adira couldn't care less.

"We need to write to father. Warn him. His life is in danger." Adira got out the water when Ophilia started protesting, not caring about her nakedness, and walked to the small table and grabbed a piece of parchment and quill, starting her letter.

She did not even feel it when Ophilia placed a heavy cloak on her trying to cover her.

Father,

I hope this letter arrives to you well. I also hope you are faring well.

I had to write to you as it is most urgent.

Be careful. A dream came to me.

The stranger knocks at your door.

Your daughters.

Please, be safe.

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