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Chapter XXXXIII - Keppa!

Daeron POV

I was quite surprised to see Daario and 2,000 Second Sons coming with us. Though Ser Barristan and Ser Jorah and Rakharo were not pleased to see Daario, I convinced myself that he was more useful if he was alive. Plus, he was devoted to Daenerys, but I did not forget that Daario went into the royal tent while Daenerys was having a bath.

Currently, we were gathered around the officer tent. Those there for the meeting were Daario, Ser Jorah, Ser Barristan, Grey Worm, Missandei, Daenerys, and I surrounded the table with a map of Yunkai. Daario was going over the locations, the essential gates, and where the Yunkai soldiers will be. We plan to sneak into Yunkai, have a word with the soldier slaves, and hopefully, the siege can happen without casualties. We planned to get the armies inside Yunkai with as few casualties as possible. One method is to enter the city from a back passageway, where we can talk to the slave soldiers to drop their weapons and let the Unsullied through. We are not here to conquer them. No, we are here to liberate them. Daario had one gate in mind to sneak in our insurgents.

"Where?" Daenerys asked.

"There?" Daario answered by pointing at the map. He moved around standing behind Daenerys, taking her hand and placing it at the location. "There. It's a back gate."

I gave Daario a warning glaring. His flirtation with my sister is not professional in a war meeting. Let alone, my fourteen-years-old sister is in the process of mourning. It hasn't been a year yet since Drogo's death. Daario gave an innocent smile, "My men use it when they visit Yunkai's bed slaves."

Jorah crossed his arm, and scratched his chin, "Your men, but not you?"

"I have no interest in slaves," Daario said. "A man cannot make love to property."

Daenerys glanced at Daario intrigued. What does she see in him? I thought.

"This is where we enter the city," Daario explained back to being serious. "Very few guards. They know me. They let me inside –"

"We're not gonna sneak an army through a back gate," Ser Barristan said.

"I'll kill the guards with Daario and lead them through the back streets, which I know well and open the front gates. Then comes the army," I suggested.

"Once the walls are breached, the city will fall in hours." Daario finished for me.

"Or perhaps you'll lead Grey Worm and me and His Grace to the slaughter, cutting the head off our army," Jorah debated. "The master of Yunkai will pay your fee, and you won't have to split it three ways 'cause you've already slaughtered your partners."

"You have a very suspicious mind," Daario said, impressed. "In my experience, only dishonest people think this way."

Jorah scowled from that remark, then addressed Grey Worm who had been quiet during the meeting, "You command the Unsullied. What do you think?"

"You are a leader now," I told him. "Do you trust him?"

Grey Worm glanced at Daario and then the map before looking at Jorah, "I trust him."

"So be it, you three will leave tonight while the moon is still dark," I said.

"Very good," Jorah said. "We'll prepare."

Jorah and Grey Work started heading out. Daario followed but stopped to give Daenerys a flirtatious smile. I arched my brow, wondering what that is all about. Daenerys tried avoiding my question. Meanwhile, Ser Barristan walked over to Ser Jorah.

"Your Grace. Ser Jorah," the old knight called out. The four of us stopped facing him. "You can use an extra sword," Ser Barristan offered.

"You're the Kingsguard, Ser Barristan. Your place is to protect the Princess." Ser Jorah said.

"No, it is with the King." Ser Barristan spoke.

"No. Ser Barristan, I need you to protect my sister." I said. "She is my Heir, if anything happens to me, bring her and the Unsullied and everyone to Dorne."

Ser Barristan nodded.

oOoOo

Darkness arrived over Slaver's Bay. The moon was a young moon, as a sliver of silver illuminated the lands. Not enough to expose the earth, compromising the three insurgents about to enter Yunkai. Jorah, Grey Worm and I knelt behind a ruin where the back gate stood. We decided to dress as normal people instead. Daario looked out, seeing one guard standing at the back entrance. He turned around facing the two generals.

"When you hear a songbird's whistle, you come." Daario instructed. "I'm a great whistler. The greatest in the land."

With that said Daario headed to the gate. I looked at my shoulder seeing Jorah and also Grey Worm holding the same annoyance under his helmet. We were all considering Daario being the most arrogant warrior we've ever met. We leant over the ruin seeing Daario walking over to the soldier who was on guard.

"Who goes there!" the guard demanded.

"Daario Naharis," Tyroshi answered. The guard nodded, opening the back gate letting Daario inside. Jorah found this suspicious, seeing it was too easy for a guard to let someone in by just a name. Even in his years as a sellsword in Braavos and Lys, guards check for danger. Both generals waited for a couple of minutes until hearing a whistle of a songbird. Cautious, I went inside with Jorah and Grey Worm and pulled out my sword and stabbed one of the guards, while slit the other one's throat.

"This one was quick," I said, cleaning my sword.

"There may be others," Jorah said, as he walked over. Grey Worm nodded, as he removed his helmet.

"I doubt it," Daario said, standing up. "The Yunkish prefer to let their slaves do their fighting for them."

As if Daario jinxed us, many guards' soldiers appeared out of nowhere from alleyways, roofs, and buildings. The Yunkish soldiers shouted, charging for the attack. All men drew their weapons and went on the defensive until seeing an opportunity to strike. Two soldiers went for Jorah, slashing away that he blocked. He strikes, getting both men's weapons down. Grey Worm used his shield blocking the attack of three men and spun his spear stabbing one in the gut then slash the second soldier in the throat. Many went towards me, noticing my silver hair in the dark. I felt a rush of excitement in me as I dodged and slashed my sword and dagger. Using my training from Water Dancing and also Westerosi Style from my previous hosts.

Meanwhile, it appeared Daario was also having fun slashing at his opponents going for the arms and neck. They fought valiantly, with much determination, careful not to exhort too much energy and strike where the armor did not cover. Jorah killed another soldier, turning around hearing someone coming from behind. He turned around seeing Daario holding the stiletto and aimed it at him. Out of reflex, he turned to the side as the blade flew across him and impaled another soldier. A soldier charged behind his fallen comrade which Jorah turned, striking his back only an overkill when Daario slashed the man's stomach. Not long after twenty men were dead.

"That's what you call a few guards?" I growled. Daario merely smiled, which annoyed me. The sound of the battle in the back gate caught many soldiers' attention. I prepared myself looking at Grey Worm who nodded.

"This is going to be a long night." I said.

"A long night indeed," Jorah muttered.

.o0o.

Daenerys' POV

Daenerys waited in the officer's tent with Missandei, and Ser Barristan. The Dothraki Screamers were protecting the camp along with five hundred Unsullied as the sacking took place. When nightfall came and the hours of sleep engulfed Yunkai and all they could hear was silence. It won't be till the middle of the night did we start to hear the battle cries. And so, it begins. During the time Daenerys prayed to whatever god she knew. For Daeron mainly, Daenerys didn't know how she could survive without Daeron. She should've insisted that Daeron stay here, Daeron is only seven and ten. But Ser Barristan and Daeron told her that Kings need to have experience in war just to be prepared and respected.

"We've been waiting a long time," Daenerys said impatiently. Ser Barristan gave her an amused look. "Haven't we?" She asked.

Ser Barristan shrugged.

"I don't know, you tell me. How long does it take to sack a city?" she asked.

"It can take hours to even days," Ser Barristan said. "Depends on the enemy."

"If we were going the traditional way, it would be a week," Daenerys guessed. "Let's hope Daario is right about the back gate."

Another hour went when footsteps caught our attention at the entrance. Daeron, Jorah and Grey Worm arrived covered in blood. Daenerys couldn't see any severe wounds on them, thus concluding it was their opponents' blood. They appeared exhausted, yet relieved and proud at the same time. Daenerys quickly hugged Daeron and Jorah as Barristan patted their back.

One person was missing; however, Daario Naharis. Either the man died in battle or Daeron killed him because he was a traitor. Daenerys was disappointed, she grew fond of Daario.

"It was just as I said." Daeron spoke. "They did not believe it until it was too late. Their slave soldiers threw down their spears and surrendered."

Daenerys sighed in relief and smiled, "Excellent, And Daario Naharis?"

Jorah and Grey Worm's proud face dropped. Speaking of the devil, Daario walked over to hold a banner covered in blood. The Tyroshi knelt before us, presenting the flag of Yunkai as the intricate embroidery of the harpy on a white field stained in blood.

"The city is yours, My King." Daeron nodded. Then Darrio turned to Daenerys and smirked "Princess."

Two cities down and one to go.

.o0o.

Daeron POV

The next morning, the Unsullied and the Council stood in front of the gates of Yunkai. During the sacking, the slave soldiers dropped their swords and told the slaves they had a choice. To live as free men or forced to be taken. They have until morning to decide. Standing on layer boulders with my councils as the dragon stood in front of us chirping. We waited patiently, wondering if the people had made their choice.

"They will come, your grace," Ser Barristan assured. "When they're ready."

"Perhaps they didn't want to be conquered," Daenerys mumbled. I noticed she had another bell in her Dothraki braid, maybe she didn't fight in this battle, but she did participate in someway.

"You didn't conquer them," Ser Jorah corrected. "You liberated them."

"People learn to love their chains," Daenerys added.

"Be Patience, Daenerys." I said. "After years of being enslaved it takes a moment to realize they are free."

The main gates opened as the slaves of Yunkai came out along with the lower class of Yunkish citizens who were treated as low as the slaves. Hundreds, if not thousands of people came out. So many men, women, and children that I wonder if all two-hundred-thousand were coming to see me. All coming close, until some were too close that the Unsullied drew a barrier as a precaution. Once all who attended came out, Missandei stepped forward speaking Valyrian.

"This is Daeron Targaryen, Breaker of Chains, the King of the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros, and the Dornish Dragon. And his Sister, Daenerys Stormborn, the Unburnt, Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, and Mother of Dragons. It is they who owe you your freedom."

"No," I told Missandei. I stepped forward addressing them. "You do not owe me your freedom. I cannot give it to you. Your freedom is not mine to give. It belongs to you and you alone. If you want it back, you must take it for yourselves. Each and every one of you. The choice is finally yours."

Silence engrossed the field.

"Keppa!" a man yelled. "Keppa!"

Suddenly many more were shouting the word Keppa! Not long after, they were all saying Keppa. I knew Keppa meant father in High Valyrian. I was touched. Old Ghiscairc did not survive, neither did their language, only few words remained until they used Valyrian. The people started moving closer so that the Unsullied drew their spear.

"It's alright," I told them. "These people won't hurt us."

Daenerys jumped down to the dragons and knelt before them. She petted Drogon and Rhaegal, murmuring the dragon riders' words, "sōves." Which means to fly. Drogon and Rhaegal took to the sky. Elianna turned his head looking at me for consent. I nodded as my gold dragon went to join his brothers.

Daenerys gave me a smile, "This is your victory. Not mine." I smiled softly and thanked her, before passing through my guards and made my way into the free folk. The first person I came to was an elderly woman, as she took my hands and kissed it. I accepted her gesture and brought her hands to my lips giving it a kiss. Next, I walk through the crowd. Some patting my back and others running their fingers through my hair. All still chanting, "Keppa!"

When I reached the center, I saw a man holding a little girl. She reached out saying Keppa. I smiled, coming over to take her hand. She smiled, entwining her fingers. The man who held her smile, as he bobbed his head in gratitude in saving his daughter or sister the potential threat of being a bed slave. I patted the girl's head, knowing she will no longer fear her future or experience suffering again. Out of nowhere, I felt warm wrapped around my legs. I tensed at first until thrust into the air and hands supported me to be seen by everyone.

Well done, Aegon said. A true King.

I couldn't help but smile.

I don't know what's father in Ghiscari, and they don't have it in the canon. However, people in Slaver Bay speaks Low Valyrian, and Keppa is father in Valyrian.