Okay, I know I've been MIA for 2 years. I just got a tiny bit of inspiration for this one-shot. Torgo Nudo/ Grey Worm is a man of few words, but what he does say is sincere. I wanted this little vignette to reflect that. This is set at the end of S8E6.
"All the Unsullied have boarded."
"We sail for the Island of Naath."
Grey Worm watched as a long, thin wooden box was loaded into his ship. He followed as his men carried her body down to the gally. His love. Her soft brown eyes now lifeless.
Long after they'd returned to the deck, he remained by her side, keeping vigil as he'd done when he wasn't in battle or standing guard over their Queen. Memories flooded his mind. He remembered the first time he'd seen her on the Plaza of Pride. The many long days together in Mereen as they waited for their queen to return. The night spent together on Dragonstone.
"Torgo Nudo will bring Missandei from the Island of Naath back home. The Unsullied will never allow anyone to hurt your people again."
Months later, they arrived. It was as beautiful as Missandei had told him. At first, her people were afraid of the Unsullied. But, the beautiful translator had taught him their native tongue and he explained their arrival.
Her bones were burned in a pyre in the custom of the Naathii people. Grey Worm stood, helmet in hand, watching.
"You are my weakness, Missandei of Naath."