Back at the Narrow Sea, Asher was walking down the camp until he heard Croft's and Beskha's shouts from a nearby tent.

"I swear I will!"

"Fuck you and your Queen."

"That's enough!"

Asher entered to see Croft glaring on Beskha, who was drinking as he sighed. Should have figured Beskha would be trying to make things more complicated for him somehow.

Croft clenched his fists. "So long as you're in this fucking camp, you will obey my orders! And getting piss drunk right before a mission—"

""Obey"?!" Beskha repeated, infuriated, smashing her cup to the ground as she got up, glaring at Croft.

"You know what kind of shit-brained does that? One who wants to fucking die out there! Have you lost your damn mind?"

"I am not some animal in a cage!"

"What in the Seven bloody Hells are you talking about?"

"I will not let you bark orders on me."

Asher stepped in between them, looking at Beskha pleadingly with his hands raised. "Hey! Hey hey hey… Calm down. Calm down. What's going on here?"

Beskha glared at Croft, who shrugged. "I'm not the one with the problem. It's him."

"She can't fight like this, Asher." Croft explained as Asher turned to him.

Beskha neared Croft, sneering. "You think I'm too drunk to fight? What the fuck do you know?"

"What are you gonna do? Run out there swinging your fucking—" Croft suddenly groaned as Beskha punched him in the groin and he held himself in the place where she struck him.

"Still think I can't fight?" Beskha growled.

"You fucking bitch." Croft spat.

Beskha laughed. "Ah, there we go! There's the asshole I remember!"

"Hey, come on, Beskha. Leave the poor man alone." Asher intervened as he held her shoulder.

Beskha shook him off, glaring at him. "Let go of me before I break your fingers."

"Deal with your friend." Croft ordered as he shambled out from the tent. "She'll get us all killed."

"You sound scared, Croft." Beskha mocked.

Croft shot her a look. "This is bloody important."

"You afraid your mother will spank you?" Beskha made a mocking gesture with her hand.

Croft pointed at them both. "I will not let you two fuck this up!"

"Or are you looking forward to it?"

"I'll talk to her." Asher stepped up.

Croft nodded. "Good. If she can't hold it together, we're leaving without the both of you."

Beskha laughed and pointed at the battalion of Unsullied walking down the camp. "You think your little thumbcock can take Meereen all by itself?" Croft grunted, looking at her condescendingly before walking off. "I'd never work with a bloody shoat like you anyway!"

Asher whirled on her, his face full of anger and confusion. "Beskha, what the hell is going on?"

Beskha snorted as she turned to him. "You gonna lecture me to?"

Asher immediately knew what was going to happen next. He dodged as Beskha attempted to punch him, staggering on her feet. "Croft doesn't know shit about anything. None of you do."

"You can't let him get to you. You're better than that." Asher said as they circled each other, but Asher had hoped deep down that this argument would not escalate in a fight, which often did, when one of them ended up drink.

"It's not just him." Beskha sneered. "You think I give two shits about what Croft has to say?" Asher restrained her arm as she threw a punch but Beskha pinned him to a nearby desk. "Your fucking uncle the only reason I'm even here. He told your little dragon queen I would go into Meereen with you. You brought me here!"

Asher tried to understand what was bothering her. If only she wasn't drunk and angry. They were as close as siblings. "Just talk to me, Beskha!"

"We're done talking." Beskha raised her hand but Asher dodged, when her fist impacted with the wood. Asher dodged, when Beskha again slammed her fists, breaking the table into two and he fell on the ground. "Come on, Asher. Hit me! If this was a real fight, you'd be dead. You wanna help? Come on!"

Under any other circumstances, Asher would fight her, if only to let her vent out her frustrations over whatever they might be but this was bigger than the two of them. He wouldn't risk the appeal of Daenerys and the help for his family over this. "I'm not going to do that."

Beskha grabbed Asher by his hair and threw him towards a tent pole and Asher dodged her punches and kicks before he grabbed her around her waist but she threw him down and as he attempted to get up, he stopped upon facing the tip of Beskha's sword.

Asher just stared and saw Beskha's face full of anger and fear. "What are you so afraid of?"

Beskha took a breath, her face going red before she finally let it out. "I was a slave!" Her voice broke and her face shattered. "Here… in this fucking city."

Asher suddenly widened his eyes as the realization dawned onto him. Now everything made sense. She leaned onto a tent pole and sat down, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from her shoulders, breathing heavily. Asher could only look at her sadly as he saw in her eyes that she was reliving the pain.

"I was taken from my home when I was only three years old. When I was seven, my Master threw me in the fighting pits to die." Beskha said lowly. Asher just stared, not sure what to say. "When my Master tired of watching me kill animals for sport, he started – He started sending other children." Her eyes were getting wet as Asher felt bad for his best friend. "I butchered every one of them. I—" She choked in a sob. "After a while I thought the fear was gone. I thought I was used to it."

"But… you had no choice." Asher assured.

"I did." Beskha took a breath. "I decided my life was worth saving, but theirs were not." She stared outside with a faraway look in her eyes. "There was this boy… We used to play five stones in the alley when we couldn't sleep. When I saw him next…" She was fighting tears. "He was in that pit with me." She picked her tankard, picturing the fighting pit as she looked inside it. "I saw the fear in his eyes… that same fear I felt my first time, and I realized it hadn't left me." Her facial features held sorrow and guilt. "I still wanted to live. I wanted it so badly…" She panted out. "My Master watched as I did it. Smiling. I could have killed him for that fucking smile."

"I'm… I'm s— I'm so sorry, Beskha." Asher said.

Beskha glared at him, dropping her tankard. "I don't want your pity." She got up to her feet, leaning onto the tent pole, folding her arms. "I bought my freedom a long time ago, but I have always hated this place. Hated him." She sneered. "Dezhor zo Raza. Because of that man…" She picked a pitcher, about to drink. "Meereen is a city of dead children." She swallowed some of the drink again before noticing Asher's concerned look. "Don't worry about me. I won't let you down."

"I know you won't." Asher assured. Even if she might, Asher would do his best to make sure she wouldn't. No matter what, they would always be there for each other. Asher watched sadly as she staggered out from the tent, drinking.

Back in King's Landing, Mira was at the edge of the garden, observing Tommen's coronation feast before she heard giggling and saw Sera and Lord Tarwick talking with each other but were surprised to see Mira.

"Mira?" Sera then turned to Tarwick. "I'll meet you inside." Tarwick placed his arm across his chest and bowed before leaving, while Sera dragged Mira as far away from the feast as possible. "What are you doing here?"

"I have to get in there, Sera." Mira said and then noticed Sera's glare. "I know I'm not supposed to attend, but…"

"Thenk you know Lady Margaery doesn't want to see you. What could be so important?" Sera asked.

Mira lowered her voice. "Lord Whitehill is up to something. He's conspiring against my family." Sera's eyes widened, then turned sad. "And someone in there is helping him."

Sera folded her arms, shaking her head. "Look, I can't get you in. Margaery's already furious with you. And I'm not really interested in joining you on her bad side."

"Please, Sera. I know you're probably angry with me, but I need your help." Mira pleaded.

Sera sighed. "I don't know."

"Please." Mira implored.

Sera eventually sighed deeper. "Fine." Her face then turned more serious. "But you owe me. Understand?"

Mira nodded gratefully as she followed Sera, while promising the wary Lannister guards to stay out of trouble. They looked around at the nobles, while both handmaidens having a bad feeling about this.

"Feels a bit strange to celebrate, doesn't it?" Sera noted. "Not so long ago King Joffrey sat on the Iron Throne."

"Tommen is our king now." Mira said.

Sera nodded. "Long may he reign."

"Sera!" They turned to see Lord Tarwick approach. "I was worried you'd run off with your friend there."

"And what if I did?" Sera teased.

Tarwick chuckled. "I'm not sure I could blame you."

"This is Lady Mira Forrester. Mira, Lord Garibald Tarwick." Sera introduced them as they bowed to each other.

"She's quite lovely. Where have you been hiding her?" Tarwick asked.

"You're making her blush." Sera said, amused, while Mira tried not to feel uncomfortable at Tarwick's charm.

Plus, she also knew that Sera wanted to get onto his good side. Mira covered her mouth, giggling. "You flatter me. Sera's lovelier than us all."

Tarwick smiled at Sera. "I won't argue there. It's quite a feast, isn't it? Just be careful around the wine." He looked at them both darkly. "Though I hear you don't partake yourself." Sera and Mira looked at each other awkwardly for a moment. "It's easy to forget… nothing you do in King's Landing goes unnoticed. Drink too much once and you are forever the drunken fool. Talk to the wrong people and…"

"Oh! Lord Tarwick!" They turned to see a man in a gold and red tunic, holding in his hand a cup, his hands shaking slightly, clearly drunk as he waved at him. Tarwick sighed and looked away with folded arms as the other man looked abashed.

"What was that about?" Sera asked.

Tarwick waved his hand dismissively. "Nothing. That subject isn't fit for your delicate ears anyway."

Mira ignored the playful flirty banter between Sera and Tarwick and narrowed her eyes as she saw the man pass by Lord Andros and Lord Morgryn. Well, she found them. Now the question was to how to find out their plans.

"Someone caught your eye, Mira?" Sera asked and Mira suddenly returned to present as she turned to face Sera and Tarwick.

"My apologies. I just noticed Lords Andros and Morgryn over there." Mira said.

Tarwick eyed the two of them in disgust. "What a shame. Ruining a perfectly good afternoon with that nonsense."

"Perhaps someone should encourage them to argue elsewhere." Mira bowed to Tarwick and Sera. "If you'll excuse me."

Mira left Tarwick and Sera to mingle with each other, while she saw Andros and Tarwick argue.

"That is it!" Andros turned around and walked off.

"Andros, you're being ridiculous." Morgryn said but eventually sighed.

Mira hid behind a lamp to eavesdrop and overheard Morgryn talking with some nobles regarding Morgryn stopping dealing ironwood because he had lost interest and moved onto better things but divulged nothing more. Which felt a bit off character for Morgryn and Mira suspected it was more likely that his deal with Andros and the Whitehills had fallen apart. Mira then snuck up on Andros, sitting at a nearby bench, listening to him talking about working for Ludd Whitehill, which didn't surprise her.

Now, what to do with this information? Mira then tried to get the attention of Morgryn, who left the nobles he had been mingling with and smiled at her as he approached. "Lady Mira. I'm impressed."

"Impressed with what?" Mira asked innocently.

"That you aren't currently locked in a cell. I trust this means that you took care of that contract? How did you do it, if I may ask?" Morgryn asked. "I wasn't expecting to see you again, if I'm being honest." He folded his arms. "I wasn't expecting to see you again, if I'm being honest. You must've made quick work of it."

Mira knew that she should be careful who to trust in King's Landing. "If I tell you how I did it… what's in it for me?"

Morgryn chuckled. "Nothing. But I admire the gall. I do believe King's Landing is rubbing off of you. So what have you been up to? Enjoying yourself?" His eyes narrowed. "Though I suppose if you're talking to me… you must want something. Don't tell me you just enjoy my company."

Mira grew tired of these games. "When we first met, you were negotiating for Lord Whitehill."

"That's right..." Morgryn nodded.

"Do you still work with him?"

Morgryn considered. "Well, a bold question deserves a bold answer, doesn't it?" Mira shot him a look as he sighed. "I've been pushed out of the ironwood business."

"Oh." Mira gapped, realizing why was he so angry earlier.

"All thanks to my "partner."" Morgryn shook his head. "Bloody imbecile." He glanced at Andros. "Andros is now Ludd Whitehill's exclusive contact in King's Landing. No matter the fact that I introduced them in the first place." He turned to Mira, clearly angry. "That man would be nothing without me. How quickly people forget where they started."

"Why would Lord Andros want to push you out?" Mira wondered.

"He found a man he could manipulate. Someone who wouldn't demand an equal share." Morgryn glanced at a man with long hair in red suit, with his hands shakily holding onto a cup in a corner where was a table with a cake and fruits. "Lyman Lannister."

Mira raised an eyebrow. "H-He's working with a Lannister?"

"A third cousin, to be fair." Morgryn explained as they turned to Lyman. "Whatever Andros is up to, he clearly thinks Lyman can take my place."

"Rickard! Are you done flirting with that handmaiden? We need your opinion here!" One of the nobles called out.

"Please, excuse me." Morgryn bowed and walked off.

Mira overheard Andros trying to convince another nobleman to join his business before she approached Lyman. "Um… excuse me? Lyman Lannister?"

Lyman whirled around, clumsily throwing down a bowl of fruits in the process. "Shit." He picked the fruits up. "You startled me. As if I don't already have enough to deal with…"

"Here, let me help." Mira offered.

"That's very kind of you, thank you, but I'm fine." Lyman declined. "I just get clumsy sometimes." He turned to her, confused as he got up. "I'm— I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage, Lady…?"

"Mira."

"Lady Mira." Lyman took a breath, trying to get ahold of himself. "I'm not used to being approached so boldly. But I'm glad you did." He looked around the party. "I always feel a bit out of place at big gatherings like this." He turned to Mira again. "So… what brings you over here? I'm not the best company, I'm afraid. Or were you headed for the wine and I got in your way?"

"From what I hear, you're in the business of making rather important deals happen."

"Well… I don't know about that." Lyman admitted.

Mira smiled at him. "Come on. Don't be modest."

Lyman hesitated. "I— I really shouldn't talk about it. Andros came to me in confidence. You understand. He wouldn't be pleased, I'm sure. I'm sorry."

Mira nodded. "I respect that. Trust is so rare in King's Landing."

"I'm glad you think so." Lyman smiled. "And just between us—"

"Lyman!" They turned to see Andros approaching them. Well, there goes Mira's plan. "What do you think you're doing?!"

"What? Nothing!" Lyman said, confused.

Andros whirled to glare on Mira. "You stay away from him."

"Andros! We were just talking—"

"You were just talking to Mira Forrester." Andros whirled on Lyman as if he was stupid.

"Forrester?" Lyman looked at Mira, clearly taken aback. "I— I didn't realize."

"My lord?" Mira asked innocently.

Andros glared down upon her like at an ant he wanted to crush with his boot. "Let me say this as plainly as I can. Don't ever meddle in my affairs again!"

All nobles whirled to the source of shouting as Andros dragged Lyman off and in that instant, Mira noticed Margaery approaching the party. Mira turned her back, in hopes that Margaery wouldn't notice her before Sera approached Margaery and bowed, shielding Mira from Margaery's eyes and accompanying her, while Mira approached Lord Tarwick, who was sitting on the bench.

"Lady Mira. That was quite a scene over there." Tarwick got up, accompanying Mira. "Are you all right?"

"I'm fine. I can handle Lord Andros." Mira assured.

"It's Lyman I was worried about." Tarwick corrected.

"W-What do you mean?" Mira asked.

Tarwick glanced at Lyman. "Honestly, that story isn't fit for a maiden's ears. Just… be careful around him. All right?"

"How about we trade." Mira smirked. "There must be something I can tell you…"

"There is something…" Tarwick looked at Sera. "I'm curious about Sera. Your help could save me a lot of embarrassment. I'd be very grateful, Lady Mira." He turned to her again.

"What do you want to know about Sera?" Mira asked, although she had her suspicions, making her wonder how could she not divulge the secret of Sera being a bastard.

"Sera Durwell. Interesting name, that. Funny thing is, the last Durwells died off almost two hundreds years ago." Tarwick's eyes narrowed. "What can you tell me about her family? Something isn't quite right. I'm not sure." He looked at Mira pleadingly. "You must understand… I can't court a woman just because I like the way she laughs. I need to know her family. Her parentage. That is unfortunately the things they are."

Mira knew she couldn't betray Sera but another question was whether the lie would blow up in her face later. "I've met the Durwells. When I was at Highgarden."

"Oh?" Tarwick raised his eyebrows.

"They're a small House these days. But very well-regarded." Mira said.

Tarwick considered but eventually, he seemed to but the lie as he relaxed. "Ah. Right. Well, that's a relief. For a moment I thought…"

"And now, Lord Tarwick, it's your turn."

"Right. Lyman Lannister." Tarwick lowered his voice. "Ten years ago, Lyman was injured at the tourney at Lannisport. He took a bad fall from his horse… needed milk of a poppy for weeks just to keep from screaming."

"Oh." Mira suddenly started to see where was the problem as she saw Lyman talking with Andros and shakily holding in his hand the cup.

"And between us, he's never stopped drinking the stuff. Can't stop, actually. He's spent all his money trying to get more. The man can't go a day without it." Tarwick explained.

"So that's why he shakes." Mira realized. That made him an excellent puppet for someone like Andros.

"You mustn't repeat that, Lady Mira." Tarwick warned as he looked around. "I shouldn't even know about it. Besides, Lyman's suffered enough embarrassment." He turned to Mira again, hoping she would understand. "And every man's entitled to his secrets."

"Then why did you tell me?" Mira wondered.

"Because of…" Tarwick stopped and took a breath. "Well, maybe I shouldn't have. I'd hate for Lord Andros to trace this back to me."

"You learned that from Andros?" Mira realized.

Tarwick nodded, seeming disgusted by Andros. "The man's mouth is bigger than the Blackwater. Poor Lyman has no idea." Mira noticed Andros leave Lyman. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have some arrangements to make." He glanced at Sera and bowed. "Lady Mira."

Tarwick left as Mira approached Lyman, who turned to her warily. "Lord Lyman, we really need to talk."

Lyman scowled. "I know what you're up to." She noticed his hand where he was holding the cup, shake. "I won't discuss my business with Andros. So please—" He turned to the sea. "Please, just leave me alone. You've landed me enough trouble."

Mira looked at his shaking hand. "Look at you. You're shaking."

"It's… and old injury." Lyman admitted.

"But there's more to it than that, isn't there?" Mira inquired.

"What are you saying?" Lyman looked confused before his face turned serious. "Either tell me what you want… Or go bother someone else. I don't have to stand here and take this."

"Lord Andros has betrayed you. I know everything." Mira said.

"What? What do you—"

"The milk of the poppy. You drink it like wine. Ever since your injury at Lannisport." Mira revealed.

Lyman looked taken aback before looking betrayed and furious. "He wouldn't. Andros wouldn't—"

"He's not your friend. He's been using you." Mira said bluntly.

Lyman clenched his cup. "I trusted him."

"He spilled your secrets… so why not spill his?" Mira said playfully.

Lyman turned to the sea before taking a breath as his face turned grim as he looked at Mira. "Andros is hiring sellswords. Hundreds of them."

"What?" Mira's eyes widened. That meant nothing good.

"He's building an army for Lord Whitehill, big enough to march against Ironrath." Lyman lowered his voice. "But Andros is doing it in secret. No one knows. Or at least he doesn't want anyone to know. I told him I'd keep quiet, but… Well, now you know too."

"That army will destroy my family!" Mira exclaimed.

"That was his hope, I'm sure, but…" Lyman stopped upon seeing Andros and glaring. "You bloody traitor." He dropped his cup and approached Andros, clearly to make a scene. "You promised me! Then you told everyone?!"

Andros looked confused. "What are you talking about?"

"You're a liar! I should never have trusted you! She told me everything!" Lyman walked off

Andros stared before he noticed Mira and approached her, glaring as the phrase 'if looks could kill' came to mind. "Lady Mira, you've just made a very grave error. Very grave indeed. You realize that, I hope."

Mira just smiled, amused. "Don't be so bloody dramatic. Because I'm just getting started."

Andros seethed, glaring before he walked off as Mira smirked. She was getting a hand of this game. And she was just getting started.