Hoshor Plains Oh, we said our dreams will carry us

As the crone laughed behind him, Rakharo turned around to shoot her a stoic glance, not amused at all. There was no fault in not having taken a Khaleesi yet, Rakharo had not even considered it yet until the females started going crazy behind his back, which was the moment it became clear to him. But still, even if there were no suitable females to take as Khaleesi, Rakharo still felt weird about even thinking of it. Zhalia still had his heart.

"And who would I take? You?" this one was not meant as a mock either, but he still snorted nonetheless. Rakharo respected the crone, but she still was a way far from Kraza Dothar, and Rakharo was the Khal. He didn't mind acknowledging the Dosh Khaleen's status, but he still was in command.

"Would it be wise to take a foreigner?" the Khal asked with hesitance, truly expecting the crone to talk him out of it. He had considered this option before, but these foreigners were unpredictable, he didn't know them that well to trust half his Khalas to one of them.