Author Note: So obviously i was pissed about last week's episode and as an avid book fan I used to respect GRRM's rule about fan fiction but that show is utter fan fiction and I have a feeling mine is better? ️Let's call this a rewrite for what's to come.
Dracarys
For the first time in his life, Grey Worm can't bear to watch.
Public executions were common enough and he had killed many men but for the first time, the sight of a beheading leaves him feeling weak.
Missandei was gone.
Her last words ring in his ears; he prefers it to the thud her body makes as it hits the ground.
Dracarys.
His Queen is silent, anger apparent on her face as she marches away from the city gates…
How many grand city gates had they stood outside of?
Grey Worm never kept count.
He follows his Queen, his back to the enemy, unable to bring himself to look where Missandei fell.
Daenerys stops in her tracks just in front of Drogon. The dragon lets out a fierce roar as if feeling their combined pain.
Today, they all had lost too much.
The sound of his native tongue touches his ears and suddenly he yearns for the past. It's an unfamiliar feeling.
Nyke jaelagon īlon dōrī māstan kesīr.
I wish we never came here.
He wants to collapse on the ground and stop breathing, stop living, in a world without Missandei. He was supposed to die first.
But he is Unsullied and Missandei would not want that.
Grey Worm stands tall and listens to his Queen.
Bisa iksis se tegun hen ñuha lentor, Targārien Lentor. Īlen āzma kesīr.
This is the land of my family, House Targaryen. I was born here.
Khaleesi turns to face Grey Worm. She needs him to see her face. She had been dealt many blows but none felt so gut wrenching as watching Missandei fall from the city gates, decapitated.
Yn issa daor ñuha lenton. Daor naejot nyke.
But it is not my home. Not to me.
Khaleesi had never she felt so foreign, so unwelcome. She longed for the desert heat and vivacity of the east.
Daor naejot īlva.
Not to us.
Daenerys can tell Grey Worm can't feel the tears spilling down his cheeks. He's stoic but she knows he needs to hear this.
Lenton iksin Mīrīn. Ñuha lentor iksin Mishanje…
Home was Meereen. My family was Missandei…
Drogon roars, as if reminding her that they had lost his brothers in this foreign land as well.
Mishanje iksin ñuha mandia.
Missandei was my sister.
Daenerys can feel her eyes welling up but it feels more like fire than tears, far beyond grief. It had never occurred to her that she could lose Missandei in pursuit of the Iron Throne. The seat her ancestor had forged with dragon fire and the swords of his enemies. Daenerys no longer wanted it if it meant a life without the kind, Naathian girl who reverently called her the Breaker of Chains.
Turgon Nudha iksis ñuha lēkia.
Grey worm is my brother.
He nods in affirmation. He shares this pain with her, the loss of Missandei would weigh on them both, forever.
Pōnta pendagon īlva nākostōbā kesrio syt pōnta ossēntan se ones īlon jorrāelagon.
They think us weak because they killed the ones we love.
Grey Worm witnessed first hand the wrath of his Queen. She could walk through fire.
Daenerys looks the Unsullied soldier in his his eyes and suddenly he has the strength to speak.
Issa dāria, kesrio syt hen ao nyke daor longer nykeā buzdari.
My queen, because of you I am no longer a slave.
Daenerys makes her way over to Grey Worm and gives him a hug he hadn't realized he needed. He reciprocates the hug and embraces his queen; his family.
Perhaps the end was nearer than he thought.
Daenerys holds Grey Worm, scared to let go. She loved this man, what was left of her family. So much had gone wrong in so little time.
She used to pride herself on being tactical, always listening to the advice of others and carefully weighing her options. Had the Iron Throne blinded her the closer she got to it? Perhaps things would be different if Khal Drogo were here… if Ser Barristan were here… if Ser Jorah were here… if Missandei…
She closes her eyes, still embracing Grey Worm and fondly remembers the tall Dothraki grass seas.
Had coming to Westeros been a mistake? Daenerys was a conqueror but she couldn't help but think, yes.
She could still here Missandei's voice announcing her title: Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen, First of Her Name, the Unburnt, Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, Breaker of Chains, and Mother of Dragons.
The Westorosi had never encountered a Khalasar before. Had never encountered a Khaleesi.
Daenerys felt as if she could breathe fire like Drogon and bathe in the blood of her enemies. She had nothing in common with the Westerosi people. They would never be her children.
She reluctantly lets go of Grey Worm. They had work to do.
Gaomagon ao mirre pendagon va se ropagon hen Astapor?
Do you ever think on the fall of Astapor?
Grey Worm nods. The day he met his Queen was the greatest day of his life and every day after had been better than the one before. So much had changed since they left the East. Their arrival in Westeros had been the beginning of their end. This place where white men looked down on him, his love, and his Queen. He would never call this land home.
Daenerys takes a step back and looks over to the city gates.
Ivestragī īlva show these se Westorosi bona zaldrīzes buzdari iksos daor.
Let us show these Westerosi that a dragon is not a slave.
Grey Worm couldn't help the twitch in his lips, an almost evil smirk forming on his face.
How many battles had he taken part in? How many times had he fought for this woman, the closest thing he had to family? Would he ever stop? No. He thinks not.
Zirȳdaor ry zālaza, issa dāria.
Burn them all, my Queen.
Grey Worm offers his Queen a salute. She acknowledges the gesture as she stares at the man who had followed her to the end.
Daenerys makes her way over to Drogon and mounts the beast as she mentally prepares herself for the siege.
With the loss of Missandei, Grey Worm had felt as if he were already dead. Another battle did not scare him, in fact he welcomed it.
Valar Dohaeris, he thought to himself as he marched back to his men and prepared them for war.