DAENERYS

Drogon was eating the horse flesh that the Dothraki had placed on the ground, as she walked purposefully towards her great mount with the anger at the foul slavers still boiling in her gut.

How dare he insinuate that her children had betrayed her?

Rhaegal and Viserion would come back, she knew it as she knew that the sun rose in the East and set in the West.

Her children would return to her and then she could head to the Seven Kingdoms and take back what was hers and burn those who dared to stand in her way, especially the pretender who was claiming to be her nephew.

He would die screaming for this treason of his, and all those who followed him as well.

When she had made her way to Drogon, she placed her small hand on his neck, causing the dragon to stop eating and turn his red eyes on her.

Every muscle in the dragon´s body tense, and she could feel his anger at the masters.

She stopped when she had come to his shoulder and gave him another pat on his scaly hide, and she could feel his muscles were completely stiff and it was like iron under the black scales, instead of meat.

Dany could feel every eye on her as she climbed on the dragons back, and she thought to herself that when Drogon would get bigger, then it would be a hard task to make the climb.

She tried to make herself comfortable, but Drogon kept moving as the Dothraki and the second sons cheered for her.

The black dragon was snarling angerly and she leaned a little forward and petted him on the shoulder to try and ease his nerves, but her efforts bore no fruit as the dragon remained as restless as before, hissing in his anger at the masters.

"Blood of my blood," She called out in Dothraki and the men fell silent and stared at her with excitement in their eyes. "now is the time to make the masters of Yunkai pay for their treachery."

Dany could feel the restlessness of her beloved child as he snarled at the men, making sure that they didn't come too close to them. "We shall tear down their stone houses and cast down those who try and stand in our way."

As the men cheered for her, she smiled. She wanted to say more to encourage and inspire her bloodriders, but she knew that it was time for her and Drogon to take to the air as he was getting more restless and clearly wanted to bring justice to the slave masters of Yunkai.

The largest of the three dragons she had hatched, spread his massive wings, and vaulted into the air, knocking the breath out of her lungs as they climbed high into the sky with rapid pace.

She held on tight to the large dragon, and she could hear the silver bells chime merrily in her hair, like they were signaling her impending victory.

The last time Dany had taken the city, she had Daario, Greyworm and Jorah infiltrate it, but there was no need for such trickery this time. Now she would show the whole world what happened when someone crossed the Dragon Queen.

Dany and Drogon turned and flew towards the front gate that was guarded by to scorpions, so fast that she could feel her eyes start to water.

They needed to burn away the gate so that her armies could enter the city and for a moment she could feel fear slither in her belly like she had swallowed a dozen snakes.

But as they flew closer, she clung to the words she had told Ser Barristan.

Drogon was Balerion the black dread reborn, and not Meraxes and he would not be so easily brought down.

She watched as the men on the wall closest to her turned those monstrosities towards them with difficulty, like the wooden constructions weighed as much as stone.

Dany watched as the men shot their weapons at them, and for a horrifying moment, she thought that they might hit her or Drogon.

But when they failed to even make it halfway to her, she felt a smirk settle on her face. The masters had clearly overestimated their contraptions.

As they finally came close enough to the gate to burn it down, Daenerys called to her beloved child, the words that would allow her bloodriders to enter the city and take it. "Dracarys."

With a loud roar, Drogon let out a breath of black fire, engulfing the gate, allowing her armies into the city.

She didn't stay and breath in her victory over the slavers, rather she ordered Drogon to turn his attention to the other scorpions so that they could destroy them before they could be used to injure her child.

She could see her armies rush into the city like a flood, all screaming and hollering, eager to avenge her. But their battle cries were soon drowned out by Drogon as he roared again before destroying more of the scorpions that might be able to hurt him.

The anger that she felt as she looked at the contraptions that the masters had made to try and stop her, could hardly be contained.

But the masters of Yunkai could try and invent anything they liked, it wouldn't stop her and Drogon. Drogon was a dragon, and she was a Targaryen, a dragonrider of the blood of Old Valyria and the blood and seed of Aegon the Conqueror.

They flew over the city once again, burning every scorpion they could find as they watched the Dothraki, and the second sons invaded the city, all seemingly wanting to be the first though the gate to avenge her.

A flash of something shiny caught her eye, and as she turned her head, she could see the scorpion on top of the golden pyramid, where the Harpy had once been.

Dany turned her child around and they flew over to the pyramid, where that hated weapon that could hurt her child was waiting for her.

When they had made it to where the scorpion was on top of the pyramid, she watched as Drogon burnt it away with satisfaction in her heart at seeing it turn to ash.

But when Drogon was done burning it, she noticed that there had been no men manning the weapon.

She frowned and looked around the roof top, but there were no bones or any remnants of soldiers there.

There truly was no one there to man the scorpion, and it looked like there had never been anyone here. The masters had probably thought that the weapons at the gates could have stopped her and Drogon, but they had been very wrong.

A smile made its way on to her face as she thought about how wrong the masters had been in trusting their weapons to work against her and Drogon.

But her smile fell of her face when a loud whistling sound broke through the screaming and yelling in the city, but the sound was brought to an abrupt halt by the loudest and shrillest shrieking roar of Drogon that she had ever heard before.

The sound cut at her heart like a hot knife. She had only heard her beloved Drogon make that sound once before and that had been when he had gotten injured in the fighting pits of Meereen, when he had tried to safe her from the sons of the Harpy.

Her fingers pained her greatly as she clung to the dragon for dear life, as Drogon flailed around in the air as he screamed in pain.

Not even when she had angered her brother, had she ever felt such fear as she did now.

As Drogon shrieked in pain and seemed to climb higher to escape from whatever had hurt him, she could feel the ground pull at her when Drogon twisted in the air above the yellow city.

Through the pained roars of her child, she could hear shouts bellow her. Dany turned her head to see what was happening.

Just below her, on one of the balconies of the highest floor, hiding in the brightness of the reflecting sunlight, men were in a hurry to try and reload a small scorpion that had been made with much better wood than the ones that had been on the walls around the gate.

As Drogon screamed with pain and fury, her resolve strengthened and with every ounce of strength that was in her, she turned her child to the men on the balcony as they tried desperately to reload that infernal weapon of theirs.

Their screams of pain were not enough to quell the fury that seemed to tear at her insides. When the men had been burnt by Drogon, they flew around the pyramid to make sure that there weren't any other scorpions hiding and waiting for them.

When she had assured herself that her child was in no immediate danger, she flew him to the top of the pyramid, and made him land there.

Drogon gave another shriek of pain as he landed on top of the pyramid, and she hurriedly made her way to see where he had been hit.

Her feet hit the ground with a soft thump, and it wasn't until then Dany realized how terrified she had been when she had been clinging onto Drogon´s back for dear life, fearing that she would fall to her death.

She made her way to where her child had been hit, and sure enough there was a gash on his thigh that was weeping black blood that sizzled as it hit the top of the pyramid.

The wound wasn't deep, but it clearly pained the great black dragon, who was now snarling in his anger.

When she had assured herself that he wasn't that hurt, she felt a sob try and break free from her throat and tears welled in her eyes.

It was terrifying how close they had come to death and she could feel her hands and knees shake from both the fear and the effort it had took to stay on Drogon´s back when he had been hit by the master´s cruel inventions.

Dany took a deep breath to calm herself and suppress the sobs that tried escape her, she could not afford for anyone to see her as anything but strong. Everyone needed to see her as the Queen she was, as the Conqueror she was.

She slowly made her way to Drogon´s shoulder and placed her hand against him to stable herself again.

As she tried to stop herself from sobbing, her violet eyes found the scars on Drogon´s neck and shoulder after the sons of the Harpy had attacked him in the fighting pit of Meereen.

Dany traced the outline of one of the scars on his neck as the fury rose again in her, burning even hotter than before.

She remembered telling Hizdar that same day that if she felt the need to, she could and would return the slave cities to the dirt.

Violet eyes stared at the scar on her beloved child, and his scream of pain was still echoing in her ears as the anger in her body rose to even greater heights.

The masters had tried to kill her, and her child and they would have to pay for that. The anger she was feeling made her see red and as Drogon hissed in his anger she started to climb back onto his back.

She knew what she needed to do. Dany had to prove that she was strong and what happened to those who tried to hurt her or her beloved Drogon.

BARRISTAN

He forced his feet to move forward, as he narrowly avoided to step into a particularly deep puddle of blood and ash that had gathered in the street that had only hours before been yellow.

The streets were littered with dead bodies, and the knight could smell their cooked flesh through the heavy cloud of ash and smoke.

He tried to suppress a cough but was unsuccessful and narrowly avoided tripping over a corpse of a woman holding a child in her arms.

As he made his way forward the black dragon flew low overhead again with a loud roar, Barristan ducked instinctively to the side and against a stone wall to try and get himself out of harm's way in case the dragon started to let out torrents of flames again.

He felt pain shot up his shoulder from the force he had slammed himself against the stone wall even though he was wearing full metal plate armor, and not for the first time since he had put it on, did he dearly wish that he could take it off.

He had thought that the harsh sun had been bad, but it was nothing compared to the heat of the dragon flame that was engulfing the city, and he could feel the sweat run down his back as he tried to make his way around.

Barristan tried to calm his breathing but every time he took a deep breath, it was like his throat and lungs were being filled with small shards of glass and his nose was being filled with soot and ash of the dragon flames that were destroying almost everything in their path.

He watched, numbly as a woman ran past him, screaming in fear as a Dothraki bloodrider cased after her, with an arakh raised high in the air.

As he was pushing himself of the wall to try and help her, the Dothraki warrior he cut her head of her shoulders with a laugh and rode into the fog of ash and smoke and out of his sight.

He slumped against the wall as he stared at the headless body of the woman, and as the blood rushed out of her body the head stared silently after her killer with unseeing eyes.

Barristan wanted to look away from the woman´s body and stare at anything else, but he forced himself not to.

He should have worked harder to convince Queen Daenerys not to attack the city. He should have tried harder to convince her that by attacking, she was endangering the very people she was trying to help.

Barristan had seen enough of wars and battles to know that when the high lords fought, it was the small folk that suffered the most.

He gripped the longsword in his hand tighter and pushed himself of the stone wall as he heard another roar from the large dragon that was flying overhead.

Following the roar, the sounds of the dragon breathing flame could be heard throughout Yunkai.

Even more screams of terror could be heard as the dragon and the Queen set more fires around the city, and he felt himself being urged on, to move but to where he did not know.

He really didn't know what to do, or where he should go.

The Queen had placed Daario Naharis in charge of commanding her armies, even though it should have fallen to Ser Barristan as her lord commander of her Queensguard to command her soldiers when she could not.

But he knew that it was for the best that Daario Naharis was commanding the Dothraki, as the man spoke Dothraki while Barristan did not. But the man should have given better orders to Barristan than take the city.

It was so strange to the knight that the sellsword would give such vague commands, when Barristan knew that the man was a capable commander.

The captain of the second sons had to know that even that the Dothraki had taken Meereen back when they had been fighting against the sons of the Harpy and the fleet of Yunkai and Astapor with relative ease, they had the advantage of surprise, and if proper discipline had been enforced with the Dothraki then they could have avoided a lot of casualties.

As they had been mounting up to attack the city, the sellsword had not bothered to order the Dothraki to make any formations, nor had he divided them into companies and ordered them to take parts of the city.

As he slowly made his way through the city, not sure where to go when his head whipped to the side when he could hear another roar, not far off.

He watched, his heart filled with horror as he watched through the fog of ash as the black dragon´s shadow flew low over the city, letting out torrents of black fires straight across buildings and streets.

Even though he was seeing it, he was still having such a hard time grasping the reality that the young woman he had met in Astapor was now riding her black dragon and burning a city to the ground.

He took another deep breath, only to start coughing at the ash that filled his throat. The knight grabbed his white cloak of the Queensguard and tore a small piece of it and held it to his mouth, as he wished that he had a flagon of water with him.

Barristan glanced up at the golden pyramid of Qaggaz where he could spot it shining faintly through the cloud of ash and he made up his mind, he would head there.

The knight knew without a doubt that the Queen would go there when everything was over and done with.

Dread filled him at the thought of having to look at the woman who was now doing her very best to destroy the very city that so many of the people she was claiming to be helping trapped in it.

When they had met in Astapor he had thought that she was just like her brother Rhaegar and that the Targaryen madness had not left the taint in her like it had in her father and her brother, Viserys.

He finally slowed to a halt when he entered what was a small market, and he felt horror shiver up his spine.

The bloodriders of Queen Daenerys had flooded the small market, and they were already entering homes and dragging people out of them, even though the dragon was flying above the city.

There was always murder and rape when cities were sacked, but he had hoped that when Queen Daenerys would have been someone who would have been ready to try and put an end to that.

Bodies littered the ground, as ash and dust settled in the blood that was already flowing over the paved stone, and a sellsword of the second sons rode across the marketplace with a severed head on a pike, his laughter echoing of the stone walls of the building around them, as he disappeared down one of the streets.

The sound of the dragon roaring and breathing fire close by couldn't even pull him out of the trance he had found himself in, as he watched the men mindlessly murder and rape.

But when a bloodrider was dragging a young girl out of one of the buildings by her hair, he sprang to action grasping his longsword tightly in his hand.

Barristan ran to the bloodrider and he could feel righteous fury that he hadn´t felt in years rise in him. As the Dothraki warrior threw the girl to the blood covered ground and made himself likely to ravage her, Barristan swung his sword at the man, cutting off the man´s arm.

The bloodrider screamed in pain and surprise as the blood squirted out of the stump in time with his heartbeat, as he dropped his arakh to try and stop the bleeding.

The Dothraki warriors near them all turned to them, ready to kill the man who had attacked one of their own, but when they saw that it was him, the lord commander of the Queensguard, they lowered their swords.

One of the men then let out a laugh and said something in Dothraki, causing the others to laugh as well. Then the men went back to raping and pillaging as they had been doing.

The young girl was still laying on the ground, staring up at him with terrified eyes open wide, fearing that her life would end at his hands now.

His mongrel Ghiscari wasn´t as good as Missandei´s, but it was good enough for him to try and convince the girl that he meant her no harm. "Miss I am not trying to hurt you." The words twisted on his tongue and he could see the girl frown at him, having to put effort into understanding him.

Despite his efforts of trying to reassure her, the girl was still understandably afraid. He reached out his unarmed hand for her, wanting to help her to her feet and do his duty as a knight to protect her.

The girl glanced at the bloodrider who had dragged her out of the house, who was still screaming in pain on the ground, clutching his stump to his chest as he slowly bleed out.

The sight of the Dothraki man who had been intent on raping her on the ground seemed to assure her that she would be safer with him. With a shacking hand that had scrapes on it after having been forced to catch herself when she fell on the stone, she grabbed his and he pulled her to her feet.

She stared at him with tearful eyes. "My mother, they took my mother."

Barristan held tight onto the girl and looked around the market area. As the Dothraki raped and pillaged, an idea struck him. "Queen Daenerys forbade raping and reaving." His voice echoed of stone walls and streets and a few of the Dothraki looked at him.

But most of the men either didn't hear him or ignored him.

But one of the men, a young one spoke to Barristan in a heavy accented common tongue. "We are Dothraki, this is our way."

While the words were simple and the accent was so heavy that it was hard to understand them, the manner in which they had been spoken left no room for interpretation for their meaning.

The Dothraki wouldn't be changing their culture over night because the Queen asked it of them.

The girl clung to his arm and he could hear the quiet sobbing from her as she tried to fold in on herself as an attempt to hide herself from the bloodriders.

"The Queen has commanded it." Barristan repeated, feeling anger and disgust in his gut at the man before him. "Are you willing to go against her?"

As he spoke, the Queen and Drogon made a pass not far from them, and he could hear the screams of the inhabitants drown in the roar of the black dragon.

The young Dothraki man seemed a little less sure of himself now, as he watched at the dragon and the Queen passed them, burning everything in their path. "We are fighting for the Khalessi, we are her bloodriders and we are owned this."

"These are innocent people; you have no right to hurt them." Barristan growled out holding the sword in such a tight grip that his hand was hurting.

"They are the Khalessi´s enemies." The young man growled out in anger and readied his arakh and walked forward, and Barristan could see that the man was intending to attack him.

The girl clung tighter to his arm and let out a cry of fear as the young man stalked towards them, but as soon as he came in reaching distance to them, Barristan had already moved.

His longsword had better reach than the man´s curved one, and the young man had not been expecting a man of Barristan´s age to move so fast.

The young bloodrider dropped his arakh as his hands moved to grasp at his throat to try and stop the bleeding.

As the young bloodrider fell to his knees, the other men who had been reaving looked at him, and Barristan could see that despite themselves they had been impressed with him dispatching of their fellow bloodrider in such a speedy manner.

But that wasn't enough for them to stop their rape and murder. However, it was enough for them to decide to attack him.

The knight pushed the girl behind him and moved forward.

He was quick in displacing of the first man that approached him, and as the men rushed him to try and overwhelm him, he fell into a familiar dance.

While the Dothraki were good warriors, they were not knights, and did not have the swords that would have been better to use against someone that was wearing full metal plate armor.

The curved swords could not penetrate the plate, but it was easy for him to cut and slash through their leather armor without any difficulty.

When the last of the Dothraki fell to the ground, breathing his last, he let out a breath and looked around the marketplace.

The people who the Dothraki had been terrorizing where now staring at him with awe and wonder in their eyes. The girl he had saved, ran with tears streaming down her face towards an older woman, who was kneeling on the ground and a thorn dress and with a brushed face.

As he watched the two women hug and the people stare at him, he was transported back in time and it was like he was back in the last battle in the War of the Five Penny Kings, after he had killed Maelys the Monstrous.

Barristan felt like a young man once again, more like the knight he had always strived to be all his life.

But that feeling was short lived, as a thunder and a roar close by could be heard, then the marketplace was bathed in flames.

On instinct, he turned and dived away from the overwhelming heat that washed over the marketplace.

He managed to scurry over to the stone wall that was furthest away from the blazing inferno and tear his white cloak that had been caught by the flames, off his shoulders.

He looked back and he could see the black flames were rising across the marketplace, and he could feel a sense of hopelessness settle over him.