"I went to speak with the queen early this morning but did not find you at her door. As I was about to knock, I heard some…pleasure noises, Ser Jorah." Selmy said as he walked next to the other knight along the Walk of Punishment. Daenerys walked ahead of them, her bloodriders in front of her to clear the crowd. "Are you bedding our queen?"

"Is it any business of yours?" Jorah asked, watching her as she walked ahead. He looked at Barristan as he said, "And is it 'our' already? You only joined us yesterday."

"I have more reason to consider myself apart of her army than you...Have you told her yet?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at Jorah.

Jorah knew what he was talking about, of course. "I told her last night. I knew she would want to hear it from me."

"And you're still here?" Barristan asked, genuinely surprised.

"You assume to know her because you knew her father and brothers. Aerys Targaryen would have my head on a spike, that much is certain. Viserys too. Rhaegar, it could go one way or the other." Jorah said, glancing over at the elderly knight. "But, Daenerys, she's better than the rest. More kind. I've been with her since she was sold by her brother to Khal Drogo. I've been her closest friend. I started sending letters to Varys before I met her. I will always regret it, Ser Barristan, you can be sure of that."

"I believe you, Ser Jorah." Selmy said, looking ahead to their queen. She had taken interest in one of the slaves chained to the crosses. The knights walked past and stood in front of the bloodriders, who had no interest in the agony of the men. Selmy called out to their queen, "The Walk of Punishment is a warning, Your Grace."

She turned to look at him. "To whom?"

"To any slave who contemplates doing whatever these slaves did." He replied.

She held out her hand to Jorah without looking at him. "Give me your water."

He handed it over but said, "Khaleesi, this man has been sentenced to death."

She gave him a cold look before climbing the steps to where the man's cross stood. Selmy said to Jorah, "She mustn't have forgiven you completely, Ser Jorah."

She climbed up next to the man and raised the skin to his lips. "Here, drink."

He mumbled an answer and shook his head. She looked at the dried blood over his body and knew that he had died inside long ago. She pitied him and wished she could change his life for him.

Selmy said, "Leave this place, Your Grace. Leave tonight, I beg you."

Jorah said, "What is she to do for soldiers?"

"We can find sellswords in Pentos and Myr."

Jorah ignored the man and said, "If you want to sit on the throne your ancestors built, you must win it." He said as he watched her descend the steps. She handed him back the skin, hitting him in the stomach with it. Had he not been wearing armor, it would have hurt. "That will mean blood on your hands before the thing is done."

She had a hard look on her face as she told him, "The blood of my enemies, not the blood of innocents."

She took off walking and the men followed, her bloodriders kept close but didn't partake in the conversation. They weren't her advisors. Jorah asked, "How many wars have you fought in, Ser Barristan?"

"Three."

"Have you ever seen a war where innocents didn't die by the thousands?" He looked at the white haired knight who shook his head. "I was in King's Landing after the sack, Khaleesi. You know what I saw? Butchery. Babies, children, old men. More women raped than you can count. There's a beast in every man and it stirs when you put a sword in his hand. But the Unsullied are not men. They do not rape. They don't have the parts to rape, Khaleesi. They do not put cities to the sword unless they're ordered to do so. If you buy them, the only men they'll kill are those you want dead. They will murder all of your enemies and win you the throne of Westeros."

"Do you disagree, Ser Barristan?" Daenerys asked, not wanting to look back at Jorah. Her face would betray her feelings. She was still upset with him after the news he had told her last night. Sure, she had let him share her bed and said she forgave him but, her heart was wounded and it would take time to heal like every wound.

Selmy answered, "When your brother, Rhaegar, led his army into battle at the Trident, men died for him because they believed in him, because they loved him, not because they'd been bought at a slaver's auction. I fought beside the last dragon on that day, Your Grace. I bled beside him…"

Jorah cut him off, "Rhaegar fought valiantly, Rhaegar fought nobly, and Rhaegar died."

Dany's jaw unclenched as she said, "Did you know him well, Ser Barristan?"

"I did, Your Grace. Finest man I ever met." He said, proudly.

Dany turned to them as they arrived at their destination. "I wish I had known him. But he was not the last dragon." She entered the large building the Good Masters used ahead of them. Selmy held Jorah back, letting the bloodriders enter ahead of them. Jorah looked at him.

"Don't think you're back in her good graces yet, Ser Jorah." Ser Barristan said, amused, before he followed the queen toward the courtyard they were to meet the Good Masters in.


"All?" Missandei asked. She stood next to the three Good Masters Kraznys mo Nakloz, Greizhen mo Ullhor, and Hazyna mo Eknor. "Did this one's ears mishear, your Grace?"

Dany stood with her two knights behind her. The bloodriders remained outside after the mention of 'Dothraki dogs' came from Hazyna's mouth. She said, "They did not. I want to buy them all."

Kraznys was horrid as usual, saying that she was stupid and that she thought she could flash her tits and get whatever she wanted. Greizhen laughed.

"There are 8,000 Unsullied in Astapor. Is this what you mean by all?" Missandei asked, keeping her calm composure.

"Yes. 8,000. And the ones still in training as well." The two knights' eyes met, wondering how she would pay. Jorah knew how she planned, but he didn't like it.

Missandei said to the Masters, "Ebas pon sindigho uni." (She wants to buy them all.)

Greizhen, her most gracious and foul host of the night before, spoke up. Missandei said, "Master Greizhen says they cannot sell half-trained boys. If they fail on the battlefield, they will bring shame upon all of Astapor."

Dany replied simply, "I will have them all or take none. Many will fall in battle. I'll need the boys to pick up the swords they drop." She needed a large army; the trained Unsullied, Jorah, and Barristan would train the young boys to fight.

Dany kept a straight face when Kraznys called her a slut again. Missandei said, "Master Kraznys says you cannot afford this." She listened to Kraznys talk. "Your ship will buy you 100 Unsullied…"

Kraznys said to Greizhen and Hazyna, "Si kizy vasko v'uvar ez zya gundja yn hilas." (And this because I like the curve of her ass.) Both men laughed.

Missandei said, "Because Master Kraznys is generous. The gold you have left is worth 10, but Good Master Kraznys will give you 20. The Dothraki you have with you…" Kraznys spoke ill of her horde. "The Dothraki you have are not worth what they cost to feed, but Master Kraznys will give you three Unsullied for all of them. Master Kraznys asks how you propose to pay for the remaining 7,877 Unsullied."

Dany's eyes wandered to the young slave children who watched from over the railing above. She could free them all if she was bold enough. The knights behind her were getting antsy. She made a comment that drove them both mad, "I have dragons. I'll give you one."

Missandei's eyes grew wide as she translated. The three Good Masters sat up, interested. Ser Barristan stepped to Daenerys' side and said sternly, "You will win the throne with dragons, not slaves, your Grace."

Jorah came to her other side and took her wrist, "Khaleesi, please."

She gave Jorah a hard look and he dropped his head. She walked toward the raised platform the three men sat on and stared at them. The two knights looked at each other. Jorah didn't think she was fool enough to go through with her plan. Kraznys said in the Common Tongue, "Three dragons."

"One."

"Two."

"One."

Kraznys, Greizhen, and Hazyna conversed briefly before Missandei said, "They want the biggest one."

"Done."

"Done." Kraznys said, full of greed.

Dany heard a huff of disbelief come from Jorah before she turned around to her two knights who were absolutely stunned by her decision. She was about to speak to them but she turned around and said to Missandei, "I'll take you as well. Now. You'll be Master Kraznys' gift to me. A token of a bargain well struck."

The slaver nodded and Dany strode out of the courtyard, her knights following, the translator hurrying after. Her bloodriders fell into step behind Missandei.

"Fin jinak, Khaleesi?" (Who's this, Khaleesi?) Rakharo asked, looking at Missandei. She looked at the bloodriders as if afraid of them.

"Azho ha anna." (A gift for me.) Daenerys said, noticing their hungry looks as they watched the sway of Missandei's hips. "Vos ha yeri. Tiholat?" (Not for you. Understood?)

Her bloodriders nodded, sad they couldn't mount the new addition to the khalasar.

Ser Jorah and Ser Barristan walked quickly to keep pace with the queen. Jorah said, "Khaleesi, a dragon is worth more than any army."

Barristan said, "Aegon Targaryen proved that."

She rounded on them so fast that they almost ran into her. "You're both here to advise me. I value your advice, but if you ever question me in front of strangers again, you'll be advising someone else." Her knights took a step back. "Is that understood?" They watched her walk to the interpreter who was standing under a stone archway in front of them.

The bloodriders walked up next to the knights. Kovarro said, "Khaleesi layafat vos ma yer, Andal." (The Khaleesi is not happy with you, Andal.)

"Qorasolat mae sho ojil, Jorah the Andal? Nirrat elain Khaleesi gomma vos hliziforzo?" (Take her in the wrong spot, Jorah the Andal? Seed fill Khaleesi's mouth not bear trap?) Aggo joked as he pushed past the knight, laughing. The two other bloodriders erupted in laughter.

"Govaks." (Fuckers.) Jorah muttered bitterly, his hand flying to the hilt of his sword. Aggo noticed and he swung his arakh from his hip, facing Jorah.

"Hash yer lajat zigere, Jorah the Andal?" (Do you require a fight, Jorah the Andal?) Aggo asked, swinging his arakh in his hand.

"Anha zalat yer addrivat, Aggo." (I wish to kill you, Aggo.) Jorah's voice was like steel as he unsheathed his sword.

Barristan stood by, confused. He didn't speak Dothraki but he could tell that the bloodriders were making fun of Jorah. Rakharo, whom Jorah had been teaching the Common Tongue, said to the old knight, "Aggo say Jorah not know how to fuck Khaleesi. Andal offended. They must fight."

"Why must they fight?" He asked, shocked.

"Honor and manliness at stake, Barristan." Rakharo said, as if that settled the matter.

Aggo launched himself at Jorah, the arakh clashing with the longsword. Jorah drew back and swung with all of his might, but Aggo blocked him with his weapon. The arakh came up quickly and caught Jorah in the throat, where Qotho had cut him several months ago.

"Khaleesi jadro." (Khaleesi's a vulture.) Aggo said as he swung his arakh at Jorah, catching him in his breastplate. "Garvolat darin ershe mahrazh." (Hunger for lame, old man.) He ducked a swing of the sword from Jorah. "Mezahhe chiori ray jif tawak mahrazh. Vos yer." (Sexy woman should have real man. Not you.)

Jorah's fury had reached it's breaking point as he swung his sword, catching Aggo, who was laughing, off guard, and slicing a deep cut into his neck. Aggo dropped to the ground with his last laugh still on his face.

Jorah sheathed his sword and looked at Rakharo, who looked emotionless. "Take him outside of the city and burn him on a pyre. Return to the plaza by midday for the exchange of the Unsullied. If not, we leave for Yunkai, meet us on the road."

"Yes, Jorah." Rakharo said, nodding. He and Kovarro gathered up the body and carried it away.

"You shouldn't have done that." Barristan said quietly, looking down at the blood in the dirt. His eyes went to Jorah's armor, coated in his blood and Aggo's.

Jorah glared at him and said, "Don't presume to think that you can tell me what to do, Ser Barristan."

Jorah stalked past his queen and the scribe, Aggo's blood dripping from his armor. She had been watching the fight but chose not to intervene. She knew it had been pointless and Aggo had died for his jokes. She watched Jorah's retreating back before turning to the new member of her khalasar.

"Do you have a name?" Daenerys asked, beckoning the girl to walk with her.

Missandei replied, "This one's name is Missandei, Your Grace."

"Do you have a family? A mother and a father you'd return to if you had the choice?"

"No, Your Grace. No family living."

"You belong to me now. It is your duty to tell me the truth."

"Yes, Your Grace. Lying is a great offense. Many of those on the Walk of Punishment were taken there for less." Missandei admitted.

Daenerys said, "I offered water to one of the slaves dying on the Walk of Punishment. Do you know what he said to me? 'Let me die.'" She noticed Ser Barristan Selmy following her.

"There are no masters in the grave, Your Grace."

"Is it true what Master Kraznys told me about the Unsullied? About their obedience?"

Missandei gave a slight nod and said, "All questions have been taken from them. They obey, that is all. Once they are yours, they are yours. They will fall on their swords if you command it."

"And what about you? You know that I'm taking you to war." Dany said, looking at the girl as they walked. "You may go hungry. You may fall sick. You may be killed."

Missandei said simply, "Valar morghūlis." (All men must die.)

"Yes, but we are not men."

Missandei smiled and walked next to the queen. Daenerys said as they neared Greizhen's home, "Thank you for choosing the Masters' words carefully, that was very kind of you."

"They were uncharitable, Your Grace." She replied. "You should not have heard their words."

"They will pay, Missandei. With Fire and Blood, they will pay. Would you like that?"

"I would, Your Grace." She had a smile on her face that she didn't attempt to conceal.


Daenerys entered her chambers with Missandei and Selmy, finding Jorah there, standing with his back to her. Doreah was nowhere to be seen, he must have dismissed her. "Leave us. Ser Barristan, take Missandei to Doreah, have her teach her what I require daily."

"Yes, Your Grace." Selmy said, leading Missandei from the room.

"What are you doing?" She asked of Jorah. He turned and revealed Rhaego in his arms. Rhaego's face was wet with tears but he had been calmed. She walked to him and took her son to feed him. The cut on Jorah's neck bled freely and he was still covered in blood. But, he had been careful to keep it from Rhaego.

"I heard his cries on the way to my chamber, Your Grace." He said, not looking at her.

"Is it 'Your Grace' now?" She asked, looking at him. She removed her breast from her dress and let Rhaego feed. Her son watched Jorah as he fed.

Jorah still wasn't looking at her as he replied, "I didn't think you would want me to be too familiar with you, Your Grace."

"You're being absurd." She said, rolling her eyes. He looked at her and frowned.

"Did you watch?"

"Yes. And I heard." He seemed embarrassed. "You fought for my honor, Ser. Do not be ashamed of that. You did me a justice, Aggo had to pay for what he said."

"Did he? I was upset, I would not have fought him had I not been." He said, glaring at her.

"Are you mad at me?" She asked, surprised. "I'm the one who should be mad at you."

He nodded and hung his head. "Yes, Khaleesi, you should be."

"I am, but I am forgiving you." She said. "Do you not wish for me to forgive you? I can cast you away and never think twice about you."

He looked at her suddenly. "Could you? Could you never think of me again?"

She was silent as he stared at her, unblinking. After nearly a minute, she said, "Given time, yes."

His jaw clenched and he said, "I would never forget you. Even if you cast me from the city and told me to never come back. I would find a way to make you forgive me and come back to you. But, my love for you is greater than anything in this world; I will always put it before everything else. You'll never do the same for me."

He looked at her then Rhaego before leaving her chambers. Daenerys felt tears welling up in her eyes and blinked them away. He was right, she didn't know if she would ever love him as much as he loved her. But she would give him a chance, she owed herself the chance to love again.


Missandei here is the TV version, so she's older than the book version. It is okay for the Dothraki to view her in a sexual sense. Sorry for all of the repeats from the show, it was necessary for the storyline. Next chapter will be all new content.