Grey Worm had never known anything but slavery. A fully-trained unsullied before he was even 16, there had never been a chance for any kind of freedom.
Until that day when he was freed by Daenerys Targaryen. The day where he had finally been permitted to kill the masters that had brought only pain to his people.
He had been chosen as a leader, given the chance to speak his opinion. To contribute, to think and to feel.
And then he met Missandei. She taught him the common tongue, so that he might speak more fluently with the Khalessi. He learned that some people did care about him, and that he was capable of caring about other people.
Missandei spend a large amount of time with him. Teaching him, or just talking to him. They were not so different, though he believed her life as a slave had been easier than his own.
Today, they were sitting under a tree in the royal gardens. She had been showing him how to read the letters of the common tongue, from an old book she had found in the library. Now she put the book down suddenly and gazed at him.
"If you could, would you go back to your family?" She asked him.
"I have no family. All dead and gone." He replied.
"But if they weren't? If they were still alive, would you?"
"No." He said certain of his response.
"Why not?" She sat up now, moving closer to him.
"Because if I went with family, I would not be here."
"So you are happy. Here with the Khalessi, with me?" She blushed and looked down.
"I think so. And you, are you…happy?" His hand itched to take hers, but he restrained himself.
"I do wish I'd never become a slave, but if I had to, I'm glad this is the path I followed." She smiled shyly.
"What was it like?" Grey Worm asked her.
"What?" She asked curiously.
"Being a slave. It was different from the way it was for me." He looked into her eyes.
"It was…How to describe it? It was awful. I was beat by my first master, before being sold to a pleasure house. That is where the Good Master found me. He saw that I could speak many languages and thought it useful."
"So they…forced themselves on you?" He asked, not realizing the crudeness of the question.
"Ah, well. Yes, they did." She looked down, like she was ashamed.
"How much?" He asked again.
Missandei looked up at him, startled. "What a rude question. I think I must leave."
She stood up quickly and jogged away from him. He replayed the conversation in his head before realizing what he had done.
"Missandei!" He yelled, standing and running after her.
When he found her a few minutes later she was sitting on the edge of a pool of water. He sat done slowly beside her.
"I'm sorry. The unsullied are very open about…everything. I forgot that it was not the same with you." He said quietly.
"Often." He gave a curious look.
"They forced themselves on me…often. Everyday really."
She still wouldn't meet his eyes. He reached forwards and grabbed her hand.
"We both are a little broken. But I would never hurt you like they did." He said quietly.
She finally turned and looked at him. "I do not believe that you are capable of hurting me, Grey Worm. It just hurts to think that no man would ever want me, because I am broken."
He leaned in and kissed her softly. "I will always want you." He whispered.
And that was what they were. Grey Worm and Missandei, both a little bit broken, but complete when they were together.