Dany gathered the remains of her Queensguard at a round table: Tohru, Lucoa, Shouta, Daario and Grey Worm. The last seat went to Missandei.

"Before Ser Barristan died, he gave me great comfort and counsel," said Dany. "He told me of my family and the way they ruled. Especially dear to me were the stories of my brother, Rheagar, whom I never met. I have come to accept that my father Aerys was a terrible man who ruled with fear. Tohru, your actions against the harpies that murdered Ser Barristan have done much to inspire fear. While I believe justice has been served, I do not want to be a Queen who rules solely with fear. And I fear as time passes, my subjects will only resent us more and plot more direct attacks against us. I do not want to lose another one of you." She looked at Grey Worm especially as she said this, as he was the most vulnerable. "And so, I have decided to wed Hizdahr zo Loraq and reopen the fighting pits."

Shouta let out an involuntary "yes" at the mention of the fighting pits. He had secretly thought they were awesome since hearing about them from Hizdahr. Daario slammed his hand on the table. "Dany, this man Hizdahr does not love you. Please, bestow the honor onto someone more worthy."

Tohru and Lucoa nodded solemnly. Dany sighed. "I am a queen. Queens rarely get to marry for love. This should not be news to anyone in this room."

"It's not," Tohru said. "I...I don't trust Hizdahr either, but I understand."

"I'm not afraid of Hizdahr or any of his friends," said Dany. "I want peace in this city. I believe this is the only way."

"Why not leave this city?" Daario asked. "Let us sail for Westeros and take your birthright!"

"If you haven't noticed, Daario, our numbers are down," said Dany. "If I can restore peace here, then I can recruit a Meereenese army to our crusade in Westeros."

"This is wise," agreed Lucoa. "Still, must it be Hizdahr?"

"Hizdahr wants peace, the same as I do," said Dany. "I do not love him, and I barely trust him, but...this is right. I'm...I'm really not asking any of you for permission at this point. I just wanted to tell you all together what I was going to do."

"You are our queen, Daenerys," said Grey Worm.

"Long live the Queen," the group agreed solemnly, together.


Dany's and Hizdahr's wedding was a private affair. The real celebration in the city of Meereen was for the reopening of the fighting pits. Tohru, Lucoa, and Shouta truly enjoyed the spectacle, but Dany could barely watch. She looked at her companions' delight and remembered that her gentle friends were, at heart, dragons and savages.

"That one looks like Jorah!" Shouta said.

"Shouta, don't," Tohru warned.

"No, seriously! Look!" Shouta persisted.

Dany took her hands off her eyes.

"Oh, that is uncanny!" Lucoa commented.

The fighting was over, and the winner had taken off his helmet and was walking straight for their section of seats. "Queen Daenerys," Jorah began.

"Oh, shit," said Tohru.

"Tohru, Lucoa, grab him," Dany ordered. The two dragons sprang into action. Jorah watched his former friends enter the arena and realized that they were not coming to say hello. "Wait, I brought a present."

"A present? Dany doesn't want any presents from you!" Lucoa hissed.

Jorah gestured, and a bearded child walked into the arena. "This is Tyrion Lannister. He is a wanted man in Westeros. He can be used as a bargaining chip."

"That dwarf is a criminal?" Lucoa laughed.

Dany considered the spectacle. "Lock up Ser Jorah. As for the other one, bring him to the Great Hall."

"Yes, Queen," said Lucoa and Tohru. Tohru escorted Jorah away, and Lucoa picked up Tyrion.

"Well," Tyrion said, staring at her breasts, "I have never seen a soldier like you before!"


Later that night, Tohru returned to Jorah's cell. She opened it and unchained him. He looked at her hopefully. "So...what has our Queen decided?"

"You're still exiled," said Tohru.

Jorah groaned. "I will not stop serving her."

Tohru winced. "Jorah, don't make this any harder than it has to be. She's not going to change her mind about you. In fact, we all had to talk her out of executing you."

"And what do you think?" Jorah asked.

"I think," Tohru started, then sighed.

"I noticed Kanna isn't here," said Jorah.

"Kanna is busy tending to Drogon," said Tohru.

"I saw her," said Jorah. "I think. Maybe I was just delirious."

"Things were not good after you left," Tohru admitted. "Tyrion is a good present."

"I thought so," said Jorah. "He'll be very useful, I think, however you decide to use him."

"I think she's making him her Hand," said Tohru.

Jorah laughed. "Of course. The man could sell snow to the Starks."

Tohru didn't understand the joke, but she giggled anyways. "Well, it was oddly good to see you again. But I would not press your luck again. Go home, Ser Jorah."

"My home is here," Jorah lamented.

"Gods dammit," Tohru cursed under her breath. "Come on, Ser Jorah. Time to leave again."


But Ser Jorah did not leave again. The next week, he showed up in the fighting pits again. This time, he was so bold as to dedicate his performance to Dany as would a knight courting a lady. They all looked to Dany for orders, and Dany shrugged. Jorah would be allowed to fight.

The fight began, but instead of going after his opponents, Jorah hurled a spear at the royal box. Tohru jumped out in front of the spear to catch it, believing Jorah had snapped and was attempting to kill Hizdahr or possibly even Dany. But as she caught the spear, she noticed the actual target, a Son of the Harpy behind her with a sword, ready to strike. Tohru thrust the spear through his head.

Sons of the Harpy appeared all throughout the arena, slaughtering everyone indiscriminately. Hizdahr was one of the first to die. Tohru moved to remove Dany from the scene, but Dany ordered Tohru to stay and subdue the Sons. Jorah was beside them, ready to take Dany away. Tohru breathed a sigh of relief and trusted their Queen to the knight.

Tohru weighed her options, wondering if the situation called for a transformation. Lucoa was still in human form, smashing Harpy skulls together with her bare hands. Shouta was casting spells, although it was unclear how successful they really were in holding off Harpies. Tohru drew Ser Barristan's sword and fought.

When she thought that her side of the arena was clear, Tohru looked with horror to the center of the pit and saw Jorah and Dany surrounded by harpies. "HOLD ON, I'M COMING!" Tohru cried. She jumped out of the stands and sprouted her wings...

...and four enormous wings cast a shadow over the arena. Lightning and fire alike rained down at the remaining Harpies, killing them where they stood. Drogon and Kanna landed beside Dany and Jorah. Without a second thought, Dany jumped onto Drogon's back and ordered him to fly.

Jorah looked up at Kanna's dragon form. She glared down at him. He braced himself for death, holding his arms over his head. But Kanna lowered her head before him. "Let's go," her voice said in his head.

He had no idea if what he had heard was real, but he obeyed. Cautiously, he climbed onto her back, and she took off after Dany and Drogon. Tohru and Lucoa locked eyes and nodded. It was time to blow this pop stand. Lucoa transformed and carried Shouta. Tohru transformed and looked at the remaining members of their group.

Daario came forward, but she smacked him away. He was not worthy. "Missandei?!" she called out with her telepathy. Missandei screamed and clutched Grey Worm. "Okay, fine," she said to herself. She flew away alone, clutching Barristan's sword in her claws.


Elma watched from the ocean, the open book in hand. "They're all going to follow her?!" she asked incredulously. She studied the pages before her and weighed the options. "It's too much. They'll alter the course too greatly," she decided. "I'm sorry, my friends."

Elma closed the book and dove back underwater. The waves grew higher, fiercer. The wind blew mercilessly, and the clouds began to churn.


Suddenly, the clouds around the dragon riders turned black. Wind whipped against their wings, and rain beat them down. Lightning nearly struck Drogon. Dany dodged to the right.

Kanna banked upwards, trying to get over the storm. In the higher altitudes, the rain turned to hail and pelted them. She could withstand it, but she knew Jorah might slip, so she banked back down, all the way down to the beach of Meereen.

Shouta and Lucoa lost sight of Drogon and Kanna in front of them. Shouta began muttering curses to try to counteract the weather. It was unclear as to whether it had been Shouta's doing, or if they had just out-flown the storm. They landed along a roadside, and Tohru landed with them.