AN: So I know most of you aren't gonna believe this but….I kind of thought today was monday. Trust me I know how BS that sounds but I genuinely thought today was monday. I'm currently on break from college this semester and the days are kind of blending together lol. Believe me or don't. Either way im sorry lol and I hope you enjoy this chapter. Also if its any consolation this chapter is bigger than chapter one and two combined.
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CHAPTER 3
Please let me know if you prefer first person or third person. I tried third person this chapter.
Everyone was staring at the girl slowly eating. It wasn't the fact that she was eating that was making them stare. It was the fact that she was still eating that drew their attention.
'How is she eating that much?' Daenerys couldn't stop staring, she knew intellectually that it was probably unbecoming as the future queen of the seven kingdoms to gawk so openly. But the sight in front of her was too compelling to look away from. A quick glance at her advisors proved she wasn't the only one thinking along the same lines.
After Kara had eaten her food, Daenerys had offered to give her own share to the still hungry girl, it was clear the girl needed it far more than Daenerys herself did. But that wasn't what had surprised the three people watching. No what had surprised them was when the girl had finished eating only for her stomach to growl again. Being the chivalrous knight he was Ser Barristan Selmy offered her his own food, having similar thoughts and feelings as his new queen. Just like the previous two plates, the third one was emptied and licked clean, if they didnt know it how it was so spotless they might have mistaken it for a clean dish. The occupants in the room were happy in the knowledge that the girl in front of them finally had a full belly.
Kara' stomach however was apparently less than pleased, as it gave off another growl. Everyone froze at the sound and just stared, thinking that perhaps they had misheard, but no, another rumbling growl was heard, and in the silence of the room it seemed impossibly loud.
Without a word Ser Jorah pushed his plate towards the girl, who for the first time looked slightly bashful as she seemed to be cringing in time to her stomachs song.
Kara had been dutifully staring at the table hoping that her stomach would shut up when a plate of food was suddenly in her view. Her head jerked up and saw through wide eyes as Ser Jorah smiled slightly at her as he nodded to her to eat it.
The food while consumed at a fast pace was not being inhaled as it had been earlier. She actually took the time to chew and swallow this time, truly able to taste the food she was so grateful for. She wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not. As now it was all she could do to keep from vomiting, it wasn't that the food was bad or anything like that, if anything it was the complete opposite. The food while simple was rich and flavorful, and to most people that would be considered a plus. Kara however was not most people, she had spent so long eating bland food like soaked oats, and stale bread, that eating something so flavorful hearty was too much for her mouth and stomach to process. Her body kept trying to reject the foreign tastes.
But Kara would not allow herself to waste the gift she was given by throwing it up for such a stupid reason. It could have been poisoned and she would have still tried to keep down, that is how precious she viewed their gifts as being. And so she continued to eat the food Ser Jorah had given her even as her stomach kept trying to crawl up her throat.
She was relieved to find out after finishing the fourth plate that her hunger while still present wasn't nearly as ravenous. Or at least not enough to make her stomach rumble. Glancing up she was slightly startled to find everyone looking at her. 'What are they looking at? Did I do something wrong?' She thought frantically, but nothing she could think of could explain the looks she was getting at the moment.
Luckily or unluckily before anyone could say anything, the doors to the dining room opened and in strolled Missandei and the unsullied with a large burly man with fiery red hair following close behind. "Your grace I brought the blacksmith as you requested. His name is Na'har Ja'Qar he offered his services to us when we arrived in the street of iron." She said as she made her way to stand by her new queen. She could hardly believe she was thinking it but she was slightly glad for her prior masters as they made the transition into her new role under Daenerys much easier, as while she wasn't entirely sure just yet what her new position entailed it was similar enough for now that she could fall on her prior training as a translator/diplomat.
"Your grace." The red haired man gave a curt bow before continuing. "I heard tell you needed the aid of a blacksmith and I was only too glad to offer my assistance. I assure you, you will find no better smith than I in all of Astapor." He was smirking towards the end, it was a cocky smirk, one full of ego and pride. Whether it was deserved or not was yet to be seen.
"I thank you for your offer of aid, and I want you to know that you will be compensated for your time." Daenerys was glad to see that the man at least seemed sure of himself, sure enough that he offered his assistance to the woman who just killed a good majority of the population, for all he knew if he displeased her she would have him killed. She would never do such a thing but he had no way of knowing, so at the very least he thought he was skilled enough to not disappoint her. "The reason I had you called here was because we need help removing this woman's restraints, we have no idea where the keys are so we were hoping you could lend us a hand in removing them?"
The man's eyes moved over to where she was pointing and despite himself he couldn't stop the slight recoil that occured when he saw the woman he was supposed to help. She was thin, no she was beyond thin, the kind of thin he had only ever seen on the corpses on the Walk of Punishment, only ever the corpses were that thin. But no this woman stared back and was blinking at him curiously. 'Not a corpse then' her eyes he noticed were very blue. In fact he had only ever seen that specific shade on a saphire he had used to adorn a knife pommel a few years back. Steeling himself he stepped towards the woman cautious as to not startle her, you never knew with slaves what you were dealing with, and going by how thin she was he was willing to bet her life wasn't sunshines and daisies, so he thought it best to move slowly just to be safe.
When he finally stopped in front of her he kneeled down to get on eye level with the woman. "May I see them?" he spoke softly and gestured towards her arms. She stared into his eyes for a few moments before nodding in acquiescence and offering him her arms for closer inspection. Gently he held her wrist, all too aware of how thin they felt in his hands and studied the cuffs. He frowned for a moment when he noticed how big they were. 'She should be able to slip rig-...' He froze when he realized just how the cuffs stayed on. The shock was quickly replaced by anger, how dare someone pervert his craft in such a way! He let go of the girls wrist so he wouldn't accidently crush it in his anger, with how thin they were he felt he probably could have crush them with the slightest pressure. Taking a deep breath to calm himself he took her wrist once more into his hands and continued to study the perversion of his craft, he would destroy the damn thing for free.
The cuffs were filthy, belatedly he realized so was the woman, although oddly enough he noted that there was no unpleasant odors. He couldn't even see the shine of the metal so idly while he thinking of ways to take it apart he decided to rub some of the grime away with his thumb. What he saw made him fall on his rear in shock.
"Na'Har! What's wrong?!" Daenerys was worried, the blacksmith had been studying her restraints when he suddenly froze and fell over. The man was still just staring at Kara with wide eyes from his position on the floor. It took her saying his several more times before he reacted.
Quickly standing up and he bowed to her. "Apologies your grace. I just wasn't expecting that." He looked up only to see her confused expression….'wait she couldn't possibly not know? Right?' "You're aware of what I speak of right?"
Her expression changed to one of sadness. "Yes I am aware, the cuffs go through her arms."
"Uh, well yes...but that wasn't what I meant." He paused unsure how to say the next part, so he decided to just say it and get it over with. "The cuffs your grace. They're made with Valyrian Steel."
Daenerys mind ground to a halt at his declaration 'Wait what?' But then the shock and and confusion she felt gave way to horror as the full implication of what that meant hit her. Valyrian Steel was renowned throughout the world for its superior cutting edge, but it was also known for another less known reason. And that reason was making a pit form in her stomach. Valyrian Steel not only could be honed to a much finer edge, it also had the added benefit of being indestructible, it was how blades of Valyrian Steel could be passed through the generation without anymore being forged. 'So without the keys…' she was brought out of her spiraling thoughts by the blacksmiths voice, it appeared he had still been talking.
"-forge Valyrian Steel."
"What?" She only caught the last few words of what he was trying to say.
"I was saying how you were in luck, I am one of only three blacksmiths in all of Essos that can rework Valyrian Steel." He was proud of this fact, it had taken him literally years of training under a harsh teacher but he had eventually learned it.
"And how pray tell will that help her? You can't exactly stick her arms in a furnace now can you?" Yes she snapped at him, but honestly how dare he look so smug when he couldn't even help Kara.
He looked at her in confusion. "Why would I need to do that your grace?"
"How else could you remove it without the keys? Valyrian steel in unbreakable!" The man had the audacity to look at me like I was the one not understanding!
"Your grace...uh...You know I can just pick the locks right." He hesitantly pointed out.
And just like that all the anger fled from her to be replaced by embarrassment. "Forgive me Na'Har." She bowed her head to him to show her sincerity. "When I heard you say Valyrian Steel I panicked. I wasn't thinking clearly."
"No need to apologize your grace, I was caught off guard just the same as you. I only adapted so quickly because this is a matter of my trade and livelihood." He smiled reassuringly.
"Thank you for understanding." She returned his smile "When do you think you could get to work on the locks?"
"Right now your grace." He reached into his satchel and pulled out a bundle wrapped in leather. Laying it on the table he unwrapped it to reveal a collection of thin metal rods with oddly shaped bends near the tip. Lock picks. Glanced back up at Daenerys "With your permission of course."
"You may begin immediately."
Kneeling once more he looked into the woman's too blue eyes and asked her gently "May I?" It took a few seconds but eventually he received a shaky nod. The poor woman seemed in a state of slight shock at the idea of having the cuffs removed so suddenly. Idly the blacksmith wondered how long she had been wearing them. With her permission acquired he got to work on picking the locks.
Ten minutes of effort saw the first lock open. Five minutes after the first lock the second lock opened. And the last two only took him a minute each. With all four locks removed the cuff literally fell to pieces on the floor leaving only the thin metal rods piercing her arms.
While the red haired man worked Kara had closed her eyes and was focusing on her breathing. She was close to hyperventilating, the thought of having the cuffs removed sent so many thoughts and emotions running through her head that she literally could barely breathe properly. So with her eyes closed and her mind occupied she never noticed the first lock being opened, or the second, or the third, or the fourth.
No the thing that alerted her to the change in the status quo was the weight. It was gone. Being made of Valyrian Steel it was rather light, at least in comparison to normal steel. But that weight had been with her for so long that sudden loss of it was jarring. So jarring in fact that she actually yelped at its loss. With her eyes wide open she stared down at her arms, her now bare arms. Slowly, ever so slowly she moved her arms apart slightly, but even that slight movement felt unnatural, her arms were so used to being locked in the same position for years that being able to move even a single degree was jarring. Flipping her hands felt even stranger and she was greeted with the sight of her palms, palms that she literally had not seen in years.
'Oh.' she thought numbly 'Im crying again.' as she watched drop after drop of salty water land in the palm of her hand and watched as it slowly trickled down to pool in the middle.
She felt numb, she didn't know what to think. Her life was forever changed, she had realized it earlier at the window when she she first emerged, but now, with literal proof of the change laying on the floor at her feet, it finally was able to sink in. But the numbness didn't last long as it quickly turned into a boiling rage as she noticed the metal rods still in her arms, the last reminder of her time as a slave. She gripped one of them in a tight grip and prepared to yank them out, heedless of any damage it might have caused, when suddenly a hand covered hers and stopped her. With a literal snarl on her lips she glared up at the owner of the offending hand only to freeze when she saw the gentle expression on the blacksmiths face.
"I know what your thinking, but we need to make sure to do that part correctly. You don't want to bleed out in the dining room do you?" He said with a small smile, trying to get her to relax with some small humor. "So how about we go find you a healer so they can remove them properly. Is that acceptable?"
Feeling slightly embarrassed at her rash decision she nodded shyly.
"Is there a healer nearby" He turned towards Daenerys.
In response she looked to her advisors who had stayed silent since the blacksmith had arrived. They shook their head, they didnt know if there was one nearby or even where one could be found, not even missandei knew. Surprising everyone present it wasn't any of her advisors that broke the silence.
"This one knows where a healer may be found." The unsullied had not spoken a single word since they had delved into the depths of Kraznys' home. So it was understandable when everyone present was caught off guard when his monotone voice was heard behind them.
"You do? Well then...umm could you bring them here? Explain the situation?" Daenerys was caught off guard just like everyone else. She wasn't quite sure how to react to the Unsullied' proclamation. With a stiff nod, the unsullied left the room.
The room was silent as they waited for the healer to arrive. Daenerys took the time to think on the events of today, and quietly debated with her advisors on what her next action should be. After all once the city was completely secure she would have to make a decision, she needed to be swift and decisive with her actions, as the other cities would not be sitting idly by once they heard what she had done in Astapor.
Kara seemed to be playing with her hands, making odd shapes with her fingers and rubbing her hands together, and if the grin adorning her face was anything to go by she was having a grand old time doing it. Na'Har bide his time by cleaning and polishing the individual pieces of Valyrian steel cuffs with a rag attempting to get the smoky metal to shine once more.
When the healer finally arrived Kara was fidgeting in anticipation, she wanted to just take the rods out immediately but knew that while it would be immediately gratifying it wouldn't be good in the long term. The woman that followed behind the unsullied was an old woman with deeply tanned skin and gray hair, she was carrying a small bag, which presumably carried her medical supplies.
The woman didn't even waste a breath with pleasantries, instead she scanned the room and immediately locked onto Kara and made her way towards her. She grabbed Karas arm and quickly studied the rods, gently with her fingers she wiggled one of the rods. Apparently whatever she found through that dissatisfied her as she clucked her tongue sharply, quickly reaching into her bag she pulled out a thick strip of leather and promptly shoved it into Karas mouth when she opened her mouth to ask what it was for "Mmphgg!?" and before anyone could react she grabbed both rods and yanked them out swiftly. "MMPHHHG!" Kara' scream was more out of surprise than pain as she was more than used to pain. Once more reaching into her bag she pulled out white bandages and a bottle of some sort of bluish liquid, quickly she drizzled some of it on the bandages and wrapped the damp cloth around Kara' lightly bleeding arms. Once that was done she put the bottle on the table along with a fresh roll of bandages, and quickly scribbled on a piece of parchment which she put next to the bottle, then she stood up and left the room without so much as uttering a single word.
"Well she was certainly...?" Jorah trailed off not quite sure what to make of the healer.
"Efficient?" Missandei helpfully supplied the struggling knight.
"Not quite the word I would have used, but I suppose that fits as well." Jorah said dryly.
Kara was just staring at the bloody rods in her hands, not quite believing that these small warm pieces of metal had been responsible for so many years of discomfort and pain, In her hands they looked so innocuous. Gently she placed them on the table.
Daenerys smiled towards the blacksmith. "Na'Har Ja'Qar your services have been greatly appreciated, you will be adequately rewarded. You may go back to your shop, and rest assured that I will have your payment delivered before the day is done." With a parting bow and a wave towards Kara the blacksmith left.
"Kara." Daenerys watched the girl carefully as she worked out her next words in her head. "Why did the Masters chain you in Valyrian steel?" She watched as the girl froze, her eyes widening for an instant, and in that instant she saw terror and panic reflected in those blue depths. But only for an instant as her walls came up in full force and she was once more looking at the girl she had found underground, her face a perfect mask and her eyes dull and lifeless focusing on a spot on the table. Seeing the woman's reaction to the question she sighed, "Kara…." not seeing a response from the girl she repeated herself more firmly, this time she responded instantly and her eyes seemed to focus on her face instead of the table. Whether it was from prior experiences with her masters or because she respected her, she wasn't sure although she hoped it wasn't the former. "Kara, you can trust me. Remember I gave you my word that I would help you? I can't do that without all the information now can I?"
The reminder of her vow seemed to do the trick, as her shoulders loosened slightly. "I...I am sorry…." She took a deep breath before continuing. "It's not that I don't trust you it...it's just...the last person that knew put me underground...I know you wouldn't do that!" She was quick to add. "But it's not easy to remember that….Im sorry..." her eyes watered but no tears escaped. She took a shuddering breath and drove on. "But I DO trust you Daenerys. So I will tell you."
She bit her lip slightly as she mulled over how to word it. "I am strong."
Daenerys and her advisors stared at her with a mixture of furrowed and raised brows. 'She was strong? What was that supposed to mean?'
Seeing their expressions she decided to take a different approach. "For you to understand I will have to explain from the beginning. Fifteen years ago a star fell from the heavens, it landed on the beaches of Yaros. The people of Yaros said that as the ball of fire flew through the air that it sounded like the gods themselves were shrieking in horror, and that when it finally landed, it did so with such force that the whole island shook and the sound was like a thousand lightning strikes at once. After hours of deliberation the people of Yaros eventually decided to send a group of people to go investigate the fallen star. It was said that the beach where the star had landed had been turned to glass and that even after several hours the glass was still glowing red. Eventually once it had cooled enough for them to approach they saw that the fallen star was made of metal and shaped like a diamond, and as big as any carriage. They were excited, as they had heard tell of blades made of star metal and how they always held special properties. And on that beach there was enough metal to make a thousand swords." A coughing fit stopped her from continuing, she paused only to take a sip of water to soothe her sore throat as she wasn't used to talking so much.
Clearing her throat she continued "But when one of the men touched the side of the smooth sky metal something unbelievable happened. According to them seams appeared where earlier there were none, and the once smooth metal folded outward like a flower, revealing that it was hollow. And inside the new space they found something even stranger, lying on the cool metal was a small blonde girl of no more than two name days. They picked up the child and quickly backed away from the fallen star fearing that it might close once more and lock them inside. Once they had all taken a few steps back the fallen star closed it petals and started to float upwards and once it reached the tops of the trees it stopped and just hovered, and then suddenly with a sound like a thunder clap it shot off into the night sky back from whence it came."
"Hold on. Are you trying to say that the….blonde girl…..was you?" The mother of dragons was in disbelief, while she saw no reason for Kara to lie, and honestly didn't see how the girl could have came up with such a tale on the fly, it still sounded unbelievable.
Kara nodded and continued her story before they could say anything more, it was hard enough to muster the courage to tell it as it was, she didn't need their doubt on top of that. "I was naked except for a small silver pendant I wore around my neck, a shield with an S in the middle. One of the men seeing something potentially of value decided to try to take it for himself but when he grabbed it and started to remove it….umm...well he…."
Seeing her having issues Missandei prodded hoping to get back on track. "He what? What happened when he tried to remove it?"
"He exploded!" She said in a rush trying to get it out as fast she could.
"..."
"..."
"Exploded?" Ser Barristan said dryly.
Kara nodded "Yes, when he attempted to remove it, they said it was as if something had ripped him into little chunks in an instant sending pieces flying all across the beach and knocking everyone down. The man who was carrying me was the only one who saw as the necklace turned into a silvery liquid and seeped into my skin, leaving what looked like a sliver drawing of the pendant on my skin where it once rested." At this part she pulled her cloak a little wider to expose her chest. The others gasped slightly as they saw that there was indeed a silver shield with an S in the center right in between her collar bones. Somehow the silver was untouched by the grime on the rest of her skin making it stand out even more in the contrast.
"What is it?" Daenery asked in slight wonder, the rest were of the same mind as they stared at the silvery symbol. It was proof that at the very least some of what she had said so far was the truth as unbelievable as it was.
"I...don't know..." she bit her lip and continued. "But sometimes when I see it I feel...Proud? Happy? Sad? I just... I don't know. I don't know why I feel those emotions, I just do." Closing her eyes she chased away the lingering frustration. "But as I was saying, the men took me back to the village and there I slept for six whole days before I awoke. I was scared and confused with all the people that kept talking to me in loud voices, they apparently thought I was some messenger of the gods and they wanted to know why the gods sent me. Of course I didn't know that at the time so I freaked out and made a run for it. They caught me of course and kept asking me question, I don't think it crossed their minds that I didn't understand them. Afterall I was sent by the gods so of course I knew every language ever right?" She got a surprised chuckle out of Ser Jorah out of her unexpected use of sarcasm. "Apparently they took my silence as some sort of test, they thought that if they pleased me enough I would finally deign them to be worthy of the wisdom of the gods or some such. And so I spent the next three weeks confused and pampered as they tried to meet my every need. Over those three weeks I learned their language, or at least enough of it to make sense of most of what was going on, but I chose not to even attempt to talk, deeming it safer to stay silent as I didnt know what they would do if they learned I had no divine wisdom to impart."
"Wait. You said you were two name days old correct?" Missandei asked and seeing her nod she continued. "And you're saying you learned enough of the language in three weeks to understand what they wanted?" Again she received a nod. "That is impressive." It was beyond impressive she herself knew seventeen languages so she could understand the difficulties of learning a new language.
"Before the month was out a fleet of ships was spotted approaching the island. The ships were flying the symbol of Astapor. The masters had heard tell of the fallen star and what lay within and wanted it for themselves. When they finally reached the docks, row after row of unsullied marched out and corralled all of the villagers including me into the village center. Once that was done the Masters finally left the safety of the ship, they asked the gathered villagers to give me to them. No one spoke or moved and eventually the Masters grew impatient. So they ordered the unsullied to grab all of the children in the village and line them up for the masters to inspect. My skin and hair stood out amongst the natives brown skin and black hair, and it wasn't long before they found me." Kara smiled as she remembered what happened next. "The master who spotted me first grabbed me in his excitement, in my panic I lashed out and my foot hit his shin...I still remember the sound of it as it cracked under my foot. To this day i'm not sure who was more surprised me or him. But his scream got the others attention and they quickly had me pinned, and despite my unnatural strength the sheer number of unsullied that grabbed me managed to hold me down easily. They bound me in chains and had me carted back to astapor. Once there they called in learned men from all across essos and even managed to get two maesters to come."
Kara looked down uncomfortable at the memories of those days. "For months they poked and prodded me trying everything they could think of in the hopes of understanding me, the only reason they didn't cut me open was because the masters forbade anything that could kill me. None of them succeeded, that is until one of the Maesters made a connection that all the others missed, my strength and toughness grew in the day, but waned in the night. He wasn't sure why that was the case but he was right so it didn't really matter. He came to the conclusion that if I didn't receive sunlight for long enough my ever increasing strength would begin to fade away. And so they stuck me in a basement for the two years it took them to construct my cell. By the time it came time to move me down there my strength was almost completely gone. And as an added precaution they decided to forge those a few weeks later." She gestured to the now shining cuffs on the table. "They purposely starved me to ensure I was too weak to truly fight back or attempt to escape. It wasn't until my thirteenth name day that masters showed a renewed interest in me, they wished to know if I had bled yet. I hadn't so they left, but after that they started to come once a month to ask the same question, and every time my answer was the same."
She paused to take a drink of water, but she knew that the discomfort in her throat wasnt from talking this time. "Eventually the Masters grew impatient and they…." the cup of water in her hand started to shake. "...they." Her eyes clenched shut and her breathing was becoming erratic as she became lost in her memories. A familiar hand on her shoulder brought her out of her panic. Opening her eyes she saw the violet orbs of Daenerys staring at her with sympathy. It appeared that while she was busy panicking Daenerys had made her way around the table.
"You don't need to finish. Its okay." Her voice came out as a soothing murmur.
"No. I need this, I think." She wasn't sure if she really wanted to continue but it felt good to tell her story to someone willing to listen so. "The masters wished for me to bear them sons and daughters, and when I didn't bleed they grew impatient and decided…." The shaking started once more but a squeeze from Daenerys calmed her down. "...that they would try regardless. They came back once a week after the first time. I still haven't bled yet so I suppose I have that to be thankful for. They never got what they wanted, though not for a lack of trying."
Daenerys spoke carefully knowing that it was a delicate subject."Why did they wish you to have children so bad?"
"Astapor is known throughout the world for producing its unsullied', their skill and obedience is unmatched by any army in the world. At two name days and barely a month in the sun I was strong enough to crack bone with a single hit. By the time they decided to put me in a basement I was strong enough to crack the stone under my feet. And my skin was as tough as hardened leather. Imagine what I would have been like after a decade? Now imagine if my children had my abilities, and their children's children as well? To them I was worth my weight in valyrian steel. Afterall the masters of Astapor would have become the masters of the world if they had been able to to raise such an army similarly to the unsullied." Everyone's eyes widened in horror at the thought. The unsullied were terrifying enough as it was, but to have them be able to literally tear men limb from limb was a chilling thought.
"Could you give us a demonstration of your strength? I want to believe you but you have to admit it does sound rather fantastical." Daenerys winced as she said it. She really wanted to believe her but what kind of Queen would she be if she believed every mummers tale she heard. Kara' apparent panic attack seemed genuine enough for her to believe that part of the story at the very least. '…but literally coming out of a fallen star, and cracking stone with her feet? That was the stuff of myths and legends...Right?...But the blacksmith did say the cuffs were made of Valyrian Steel and despite how frivolous the masters seemed to be, I doubt they went through the hassle for fun.'
Kara looked down at her hands and clenched them "I can feel my strength returning as we speak, but its barely even an ember now. It will take time before im able to do anything that could support my story." Besides her strength and durability. The only thing that she could use as proof was the mark on her chest, which wasn't really proof that she was telling the truth.
The room was silent as they all thought on what was said and what could be said. Surprising everyone once again the Unsullied spoke up from his spot in the forgotten corner of the room.
"Master Kraznys had a journal in his room. It might have the proof?"
Daenerys was honestly shocked at how autonomous this particular unsullied apparently was. This was the second time in less than an hour that he had spoken without being prompted to. She certainly wasn't complaining though. 'All questions taken from them indeed.' She barely stopped the snort of laughter as she remembered what Missandei had said earlier that day about the unsullied, clearly she had been misinformed as this unsullied did indeed still have a mind under that helmet. "Ok then, let's go take a look at his journals."
As they made their way back to Kraznys' room Missandei spoke. "While I was out looking for the blacksmith I also picked up some clothes for you Kara." She handed the surprised girl a small bundle of clothes she had been holding, it had been a bit awkward since she was already holding the bandages and medicine bottle the healer had left her and even the pieces of the restraints but she made it work after wrapping the clothes around the rest of the items, turning it into one item instead of multiple. Once the surprise wore off she quickly thanked her earning herself a smile and nod of acknowledgement from the darker girl.
The room was the same as how they had left it, the only difference being the lighting as the sun had moved. Not knowing where to look for the books, they all looked towards the Unsullied hoping he knew where they were. There hopes were answered as they watched him go to a different section of wall from earlier and pushed a golden design, just like earlier it slid back revealing a hidden compartment. But unlike earlier this compartment was big enough to stick your head through. He reached inside and pulled out nearly a dozen books, each one was at least three fingers thick. With a thud he placed the stack on the table near the window. Once his task was complete he stepped away and into a different corner near the door to stand guard.
Seeing the sheer number and size of the books made Daenerys sigh internally. Although if they split it amongst the five of them it wouldn't take too long to find the information they seeked...hopefully. Suddenly a thought struck her. "Kara. Can you read?" Kara looked at her and shook her head. 'Well with four people it still wouldnt be to bad.' "Ok then Kara why don't you take a bath while we look through these? At least then you can wear the clothes Missandei got you."
The girl didn't even get to respond as Missandei immediately went to go draw the bath for her, forcing the girl to follow her into the bathroom which was through a door on the far wall.
Once the baths was set Missandei returned to find the three of them each already skimming through a book. With a small sigh she picked up one of the books as well and began to read.
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