Danerys, Grey Worm, Missandei, a troop of Unsullied and Dany's blood riders where lined up in front of the doors to the dragons keep. In front of them was the Captain of the Guard, in chains.
"Ah, Ser Jorah!" She greeted him warmly. "And Tyrion and Ser Barristan. Thank you all for joining me." She told them pleasantly as they all bowed to her.
"I have asked you hear to discuss the future of the Captain of the Mereenese Guards." She gestured to the man in chains.
The Captain glared at Jorah and spat at him. The spittle landed harmlessly in the sand a few feet in front of Jorah.
"Captain I charged you with the care and supervision of one of my most trusted advisers." Dany explained to him. "And you were not only derelict in your duty but you almost caused his death by your own hand. Do you have anything to say in your defence?"
The Captain did not say anything in his defence.
"Very well then. Captain I believe that you are a good man, and good men should be rewarded, so I am going to reward you with something not many have ever had the privilege of experiencing." She smiled.
She looked to one of the men standing by the huge doors behind her. He began winding the windlass that opened to doors to the dragons. Everyone took several steps back.
"Come." She said to the Captain. " Come my friends." She motioned and walked through the doors.
The Unsullied and Dothraki remained outside but the rest followed Dany inside. Three hulking masses could be seen in the gloom.
Dany called to Drogon and he strode over to her with the agility of a cat. She petted his massive head and turned it to point to the man in chains before them. "Dracarys." She cooed to the beast. Drogon paused and then opened his mouth and a stream of fire boiled out, incinerating the Captain.
The horrific screaming lasted a mere second before Drogon jumped over and bit the man in half. The sound of crunching bones was stomach churning.
Jorah gaped at Dany. He had seen her burn the Master alive when she took the Unsullied and it was not a sight he'd ever had wished to see again.
"What have you done?" He yelled at Dany.
"He hurt you my love." She pointed out. "He had to be punished."
"Are you mad?" He screamed back at her.
"I am not mad Jorah! And neither was my father. I am the blood of the dragon, it is my right to punish those who defy me!" She said in a that scary cold voice Jorah had come to recognise lately.
"Punish!" He spat. "This was not punishment, this was murder!"
"Is that what you think!" She asked.
When he nodded, she pointed at him and looked over to Drogon who was licking the remains of the captain from his fangs.
"Dracarys!"