Sorry for taking so long to update but life is just a bit too busy currently, thanks for so many follows and subscriptions it honestly humbles me how many have responded to this simple fanfic. Hey well enjoy the latest instalment! (Note that Sir Barristan Selmy isn't in the fanfic yet as in the fiction he has been sent to hold Yunkai as they march for Mereen.)

Chapter 2: Et non est misericordia

Lanius watched deeply into the watery abyss, hanging his feet of the cliff. He contently contemplated the murder of many in this camp, and he thought of keeping the leaders alive, watching their comrades burn… However he was outmanned eight thousand to one, to possibly fight for so long would exhaust him than kill him. However, he also contemplated a far more complex matter… How did I arrive here? With no memory, or knowledge of this place? His thought riddled him with questions that he could not find answers to, and to find himself surrounded by people of such primitativity yet lacking the savagery of any tribes he has known of…

The silence was broken by Jorah's incoming footsteps, Lanius rose and did not bother turning to face his… captor…. The thought of such description boiled his insides, if anything, he was showing them mercy… by sparring them.

Jorah however remained a very large distance between him and this goliath, the blood red sky gleaming off of the "man" did very little to comfort old and weary Jorah. Jorah spoke with confidence and sternness.

"The Khaleesi wishes to speak to you, Lanius…"

"If she did, she would have not got her envoy to fetch me…" Lanius replied coldly

Jorah stood there insulted by the arrogance and pure stubbornness of the captive, tried to raise his voice, however the memories and still very painful reminders of the previous attempts to control the behemoth are reminding him of how that would not be a very good idea.

"Perhaps you do not understand the concept of monarchy, Lanius. The Queen will not simply fetch you herself, she has far more important matters to attend to."

"And assuming that you are here, you have no matters to attend to yourself?"

"I am, on the behalf of my Queen, and like it or not, Monster, she is now your Queen too…"

Lanius turned to face him, and with a scoff began to follow sir Jorah towards the amassing at the road to Mereen. The Queen was sat on a rock with Daario at her side, and Jorah bowed and joined the two. Daenerys looked at Lanius with some kind of interest, with a slight dash of anger and disgust. And began to approach the giant, Daenerys was a small woman, with no great physical attributes except for her exceptional figure. Compared to this Goliath she was very miniature, but she presented herself with no fear or cowardice.

Lanius observed this with some surprise, women are of no significance to him, slaves is what he knew them as, but to see a woman with such defiance and fire in her heart made him question his beliefs. He did not expect her to be suddenly joined by a giant scaled and winged creature, hissing and snarling at him.

But what came to Daenerys's surprise was this man offered no reaction to her child, he stared at it as coldly as he did with them. She almost would have thought that he has seen dragons before, or worse…

"You, Lanius, will ride no horse and will have to suffice with your own feet, fall behind, and my child here, will cook you alive… and devour you…" Daenerys gave this warning with sternness, but spoke with no hate or anger.

"I need nothing but my feet. And… if you set this 'child' on me, you will have one less…"Lanius walked towards Mereen, holding his blade in one arm approaching the city with menacing grace.

Daenerys paused, all her bravado was ripped from her, she could not understand how this man, as everyone says he is, presented not even the slightest of emotion towards a living and breathing dragon… She stood there and dismissed her child, with her mouth wide open, and her face contorted in confusion.

Daario came forth, whistled, and broke the deafening silence.

"Well well, we have a truly unbreakable spirit in our ranks."

"I remember when I first saw the dragons, Khaleesi, even I of Bear Island was in absolute awe, he is no man, he cannot be…."Jorah replied mirroring the same expression of his Queen.

"Or, Jorah, he has saw things worse than dragons…." Daario added with an inquisitive tone

"And what would that be? Daario? The dragons are the greatest and fiercest creatures to ever tread upon the world!" Jorah exclaimed with disbelief

"It does not matter, anyway, dragon fire can cleanse him just as easy, there are almost two hundred miles between us and Yunkai, if that does not tire him, nothing else will." Daenerys ended the petty squabble, and they proceeded to mount up.

Lanius was quickly joined by the rest on horseback, even on horses did they still seem small compared to him. Daario cheerfully interrupted the silent warrior.

"So, I bet you have never seen dragons before?"

"I've killed worse" Lanius replied casually.

Daario chuckled, but from the radiating silence from the monster of the east, he suddenly shrivelled into himself and widened his eyes.

"And what exactly did you kill that is so much worse?"

"Beasts that make your 'dragons' look like new-borns" Lanius replied with some hint of humour.

"That are?" Daario seemed eager for Lanius to state these creatures

"They were named death claws, I assume they don't exist here as you were so fascinated by these small winged beasts, they were of greater stature and strength than of me, and possessed the appearance of demonic entities than of common prey."

Daario seemed fascinated, and almost completely lost his dislike, however he questioned the existence of these creatures, for this description seemed almost impossible in his mind. How could the simplest of civilisations survive if creatures like these 'demonic entities' existed? Unless the commoners where as fierce as this man next to him.

"And were they common from where you were from, Lanius?"

"Common enough for many to avoid them" Lanius replied with amusement

Daario chuckled, but lost his smile as he was called onwards, and as they moved onward his face dropped into a depressing expression, yet Lanius didn't understand why, until he saw an extremely familiar sight.

Daenerys called forth Jorah

"Who's this?"

"The Masters of Mereen use these as waypoints to Mereen, there is one every mile…"

"And how many miles are there?" Daenerys replies scornfully, yet retains her calm posture.

"One hundred and sixty-four, your grace…"

"Take her down, I want her to have a decent burial, and we will do so for every one of them."

Jorah looks intensely at his Queen, he does not dare to disobey her, and proceeds.

However Lanius is dumbstruck by this, a proud conqueror he made out of this woman with a heart as soft as any of the profligates he knew…. Yet her lack of mercy for the enemy could rival Caesars…

After each mile, and burial, they finally reached the city of Mereen, and as they came forth from the steep slopes, rock and dirt, a large glistening city became apparent, with monumentally sized pyramids with breath taking flora and architecture. Lanius was stricken, he has never seen such beauty before, only the confinements of post-apocalyptic America. Such radiance almost blinded him, however, upon the observation of the captors, he sees that they react very little, as if these cities where of common place.

Suddenly his observation was intruded, and he heard the solemn voice of the one they call Jorah, call out for him.

"Lanius, Daenerys has ordered you to stay here, do not attempt to escape or … well you know well enough now."

"Like I have anywhere else to reside, profligate…" Lanius sharply replied.

Jorah strutted off, and joined Daenerys and Daario. The three began to approach the city walls, with the eyes of Mereen masters falling heavily on them, laughing and mocking their presence. To Daenerys's surprise the gates began opening, only to quickly close, to which a rider emerged forth from the city. He began to spit profanity and curses at their army, and also began to piss before the very Khaleesi herself.

"The City has sent their champion to challenge yours, Khaleesi." After wards Jorah looks intensely at his Queen, and bows.

"I have rode along your side the longest, I have killed and advised for you, I should be the one to kill him"

"Rise sir Jorah, You are my most trusted advisor, and my most loyal friend, I cannot and will not bare to lose you…"

Sir Jorah rises, and nods to his Queen, however slightly embarrassed by the given description his Queen gave him…

Then Daario intervenes, and begins to kneel before Daenerys.

"I am nobody, if I die you won't lose much of a commander, sure a good sword, but I promise to be your champion…"

Daenerys looks at him with intense focus, and concludes with a "no"

"No, I have a better Idea. Jorah, bring me Lanius, we shall see how great this champion really is…"

Daario stands in confusion, and steps aside, Jorah then calls for Lanius, and brings him forth to the ground before Mereen.

Quickly the crowd of Masters spectating gasp in awe and shock of this walking behemoth, his sword as big as their own champion. And when the champion begins to stare in confusion at his people for no longer cheering, he turns around to only stagger backwards. Lanius stares at him with the dark and sinister look, his pits for eyes make the Mereen's champion almost soil himself. And as Lanius draws his sword before this champion, so does this champion begin to sheepishly mount his horse.

Daenerys stares in amusement, and she surveys the faces of the Masters of Mereen Shocked and puzzled. She then sets her eyes on Lanius, with a deep and tense glare.

Lanius begins to slowly approach the champion, and as the champion charges on his horse towards Lanius, Lanius only stands in the way… as the horse closes the distance Lanius flares at it, sending the horse into shock, rearing up to kick him with its front legs, only to have its neck grabbed by the giant, and then tossed with brutal might into dust crushing the champion… and disabling the horse.

Daenerys gasps in surprise, shocked, bewildered, she only continues to watch, however she cannot hide her enormous grin as she looks back at the masters, who are all staring with wide mouths and eyes, incapable of processing the event that unfolded before them.

Lanius walks towards the champion, who screaming in agony, cannot even see the Monster of the east coming forth to take his life. Lanius crushes the Horses head by his boot with a mighty stomp, and then yanks the dying champion with one arm. He raises the broken man, by the head, towards the masters, and then with the champion's last shriek of pain, Lanius crushes the very head and helmet of the champion… with one hand.

The Masters respond with screams of disbelief and disgust of the situation, and retort with a poorly aimed barrage of arrows, As Lanius walks away from the scene, each arrows that impacts breaks and does pretty much next to nothing to his armour.

Daenerys watches the monster of the East, compelled by his strength and merciless brutality, and suddenly starts to wonder about the man, she senses certain details about him, yet she cannot figure them, or where they came from…

Jorah and Daario however watch him intensely, and keep their distance from him, even the unsullied part to give the butcher more than plenty of room to move…

And that's as far as this chapter goes! Had been thinking very carefully about this one, there were a lot of different endings to be had here but this one just felt right, anyway tell me what you think in the reviews or even suggest different outcomes that can occur I might take some inspiration. And as well I promise that updates will become a lot more frequent, there has been a lot of things happening lately bla-bla-bla.