54.
EXT. MEADOW - DUSK
Drogo drives his stallion at a hard trot, the tiny silver bells in his long braid ringing softly as he rides.
Dany follows behind. The sun is down and the darkening sky above her head is vast and ominous.
They ride through a meadow of cattails and tall grass.
EXT. STREAM - DUSK
Drogo stops at a grassy spot beside a gently-flowing stream. He swings off his horse and lifts Dany off hers.
She stands there, helpless and trembling in her wedding silks, while Drogo secures the horses to a nearby tree.
When he returns Dany starts to cry. Drogo stares at her, his face strangely empty of expression. He rubs away her tears with a callused thumb.
KHAL DROGO
No.
DAENERYS You know the Common Tongue?
KHAL DROGO
No.
He touches her hair lightly, sliding the silver strands between his fingers and murmuring softly in Dothraki.
Dany does not understand the words, but there is a warmth in his tone, a tenderness she had not expected.
He puts his finger under her chin and lifts her head, so she is looking him in the eyes. Drogo towers over her the way he towers over everyone. Taking her lightly under the arms he lifts her and seats her on a rounded rock beside the stream. He sits on the ground facing her, legs crossed beneath him. Finally their faces are at the same height.
KHAL DROGO
No.
DAENERYS Is that the only word you know?
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