Daenerys Targaryen

Astapor

After many weeks, the streets of Astapor were finally in calm, many masters started to cooperate with their new ruler, but some of the former slavers escaped to the other cities trying to find support to retake their fallen city and re-establish their old traditions.

Dany was attending the petitioners like he used to do now, but her mind was thinking in just one thing, Yunkai, the next city she needed to take in order to get more gold and ships, taking Yunkai was being a step closer to Westeros.

She used Kraznys pyramid as her palace, it was made of the same red stones used in the city walls, in the audience room was big throne, but she didn't want to use that od symbol of slavery to talk with former slaves or slavers, she was better than that so she used an ebony bench as Throne.

The sun was setting when she attended the last petitioner, a former slaver that wanted to trade food and other things with the free city of Yermak, one of the few cities that didn't practice slavery in the disputed lands region.

After that she walked into the council's chamber, they were at war after all, there she found her mother and her loyal knights, Grey worm and Missandei were there too, Westerosi, Essosi, Naathi, it didn't matter, they were fighting for one thing in that moment, the end of the Slaver's Bay and with that the end of slavery in the region, an act that would start revolutions in many other cities across the east.

"Ser Gerold, have you received information from the cities?" she asked to the older of her knights, the white bull looked older but stronger than ever.

He leaned into the map on the table and pointed to Yunkai with his gloved hand, "Yunkai has been fortifying their walls, they hired three companies if sell swords, and if Rakharo is right, they have at least a hundred scorpions around the city, we need to be smart your grace, or they will easily repel us." The old knight said. "We will need more units if we want to give them a real fight."

"That's right khaleesi, we have to take that city immediately, if we start a siege we will be exposed, they have the support of many cities." Ser Jorah added with a concerned tone. "Maybe we can get what we need from Yermak, they have a fleet that we can use to take Westeros, you don't need to fight against the masters."

"How many slaves live in Yunkai, Ser Jorah?" Dany asked annoyed with the old bear.

"at least two hundred thousand slaves, khaleesi, but what if loose, what are our chances? You can't expose your dragons, there's no reason to…" he replied, but Dany cut him off immediately.

"I have two hundred thousand reasons to take that city, and we will do anything to free those slaves, we freed Astapor, I can't be an hypocrite and ignore other cities with the same problems." She said, her blood was boiling with Ser Jorah's words.

Then Ser Barristan walked forward to speak he cut his hair but kept his white beard, his blue eyes shone like the sea with the torch's light. "Your grace, if we are going to fight with Ghiscari legions and Sell swords, we will need more swords and horses, the masters are greedy but they aren't smart. We can convince their companies to fight for you, they are sell swords, they don't know what honor is, they only follow the gold." He said proud of his idea, as always.

"Maybe you're right, Ser Barristan, but first we need to prepare our siege weapons and our men, our economy isn't in the best state, we need to gather food and supplies for this campaign, then we will march against them and we will try to convince the companies of joining us." Dany said giving Ser Barristan a subtle nod that the knight returned.

When the council was finally over she walked to her solar, she only wanted to sleep, but she wanted to talk with her lady mother and lady Sansa, her new guest turned to be a great companion, just like Irri or Missandei, Sansa was a few years younger than her, but all the things she suffered made her look older, the picture of a traumatized girl made Dany remember herself the day when Viserys tried to sell her to the golden company.

Sansa was stitching with Irri and her mother when she walked in, they were singing sings from Westeros, songs that only made her think in that mysterious land that she never saw.

"Your grace… I didn't know…" Sansa stood immediately and made a reverence in front of her, but she just laughed with the picture before her eyes.

"You don't need to do that, Sansa, I need you to see me as your friend, not your queen." Dany said smiling.

"Forgive me your gr… Daenerys, it's just that I can't avoid to think about Queen Cersei and Joffrey, they never gave me the chance to be friendly with them, they only saw me like a connection with the North to please the northern lords."

Dany the feeling very well, the feeling of being just a piece of meat to please men, she felt the pressure of acting like a lady in front of noble men and women. The memory of Viserys came immediately like a ghost, it made her feel sick, the way he treated her and her mother.

"I shall leave you so you can get some sleep, Sansa, you know that you can talk with the guards or Missandei if you need something." Dany said, she was growing fonder of Sansa with each passing day.

She walked into her private room and found her sword on the bed, it wasn't a long sword or a valyrian steel sword, like Dark sister or Blackfyre, it had the proper size to let her defend herself or her loved ones, it was Ser Oswell's idea, she needed to know how to fight. Every night she dreamed that she was like Visenya Targaryen riding Vhagar into the battle.

That night she didn't dream about Visenya and Vhagar, she felt anxious she was looking at the moon from her bed when she heard it, a wolf's howl, it made her shiver and feel more anxious, but she couldn't understand why. When she finally managed to fall sleep, she dreamed about a dark room with a torch, she saw a young man with grey eyes, she couldn't see his face clearly, but his eyes made her feel sad, they transmitted pure melancholy, but they were beautiful, she heard the wolf's howl again, but the man was gone.

But her sleep got interrupted by a desperate scream, the scream of a woman, Dany got up immediately and whent to the corridor where she found an unsullied ready to face the enemy with his spear, but then both saw a second guard coming out from Sansa's room, he gave a nod and let Dany get into the room, she found Sansa crying and shaking like a little child.

"Sansa?... What happened?" Dany asked worried, she turned her head to see that Missandei and Rhaella came too.

"I had a dream, men where dying they… I…" she was crying desperately. "I was killing them, they said that my family was dead that they killed them, and the taste… the taste of blood." She cried.

Rhaella walked closer, sat on the bed and wrapped her arms around Sansa trying to make her feel better, trying to make her find peace again the she sang Dany's favorite song.

"High in the halls of the kings who are gone

Jenny would dance with their ghosts

The ones she had lost and the ones she had found

And the ones who had loved her the most…"

Sansa started to calm then and Dany tried to help too. "You must be calm, Sansa, nobody can touch your brother or your family if they are half as intelligent as you…"

"Ser Barristan told us about your brother and cousin, that they had never lost a fight, they cannot be killed easily if what he says is true." Missandei added trying to help her.

That night they slept in the same room in order to make Sansa feel better, but her description kept ringing in Dany's head, 'the taste of blood' she thought before falling sleep again.

The next day they woke up early, her Queensguard had a surprise for her so after taking breakfast they escorted her to the market, there they entered into an armory. The first thing she thought about was a new sword, but Ser Barristan surprised her.

"I fought with your brother in many battles, your grace, and I plan to fight many more with you, but as members of your Queensguard we can't accept that you walk unarmed through the streets or the battlefield." The old knight said, he was talking in the name of the Queensguard. "That's why Lord Commander Hightower sent me to find you a proper armor."

"Ser Barristan I must thank you for this honorable gest, but I can't fight like you or an Unsullied" she naively replied.

"And that's why you are training with a sword, your grace" the old man said, maybe she couldn't be as good as any of them, but she could be able to defend herself.

The smith walked in and showed them many different armors, each one of them related to dragons, her house sigil, her sons.

Dany had to choose one, but each one of them was unique and special. Finally she decided, she never wore plate armor before so she discarded immediately the full plate armor, instead she chose a scaled armor with a few plates. The shoulder pads had the form of a dragon's head, she needed to use chainmail under the pads, plates and scales, soon they settled the breast plate in her chest, it was covered with leather scales of black and red in order to represent a red dragon on a black field, it had two rubies in its eyes, just like Rhaegar's armor.

The vambraces followed the same line with a scaled design of black and red, just as the skirt made of boiled leather to protect her lower torso and thighs and a red gorget to cover her neck. The armor combined the strength and the mobility necessary to fight. Finally she needed to find a helm, she knew clearly what she wanted, a dragon helm, just like Rhaegar, she grabbed the one she chose with her globed hands, it reminded her of Balerion's head, it was pointy with a narrow visor, big enough to see without exposing her completely.

When she took off her helm she noticed that Ser Barristan and Ser Jorah were astonished, and when both men kneeled in front of her she just burst into laughter.

"Your grace, we both had the honor of watching the last dragon fight in the trident, and now…" Ser Jorah couldn't finish the sentence.

"And now you wear a Targaryen armor, after almost fifteen years." Ser Barristan finished the sentence.

"Then, my lords, you must know that Rhaegar wasn't the last dragon, now, you're watching the last dragon, but you must rise, remember that we fight for freedom and justice, not for blind subjugation." Dany said more queenly than ever and both knights rose ashamed.

'The last dragon' she thought, it wasn't the title she desired, she wanted to see the dragons rise again and stronger than ever, that Jon Snow they talked about was alive, was he a dragon?.