Khal Drogo thrashed, fighting some unseen enemy. Black blood ran slow and thick from his open wound.
Your khal is good as dead, Princess.
No, he can't die, he mustn't, it was only a cut. Dany took his large callused hand in her own small ones, and held it tight between them. "I will not let him die ... "
Sir Jorah gave a bitter laugh. "Khaleesi or queen, that command is beyond your power. Save your tears, child. Weep for him tomorrow, or a year from now. We do not have time for grief. We must go, and quickly, before he dies."
Dany was lost. "Go? Where should we go?"
Asshai, I would say. It lies far to the south, at the end of the known world, yet men say it is a great port. We will find a ship to take us back to Pentos. It will be a hard journey, make no mistake. Do you trust your khas? Will they come with us?
Khal Drogo commanded them to keep me safe, Dany replied uncertainly, "but if he dies... " She touched the swell of her belly. "I don't understand. Why should we flee? I am khaleesi. I carry Drogo's heir. He will be khal after Drogo... "