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Chapter XXXXV - Governing and Crucifying

Daeron POV

It took many days to establish order in Yunkai. It was very difficult, there was one to compensate the former slaves, but the masters being masters, refused to compensate. It took a lot of convincing and threats to make sure they would. It was difficult, because we had to make sure that there won't be any ideas that may portray me as my grandfather. Threats from the Dothraki, even if they were very small horde, worked well enough.

None of the Wise Masters died, because they only made profit from slaves. Yunkai's slaves were more of prostitutions, and since they exist all around the world, they are not ruled as a crime. However, some of the children had no choices, and was forced by the masters to go to brothels.

The Unsullied, Daenerys, Irri and Missandei have done excellent work in helping the liberated slaves to get their compensation along with a comfortable home. Each wise master did not need twenty different mansions. So, taking some to convert into homes for families and shelters for women and children. It was difficult, but at the end it was worth it.

Now that Yunkai was settled, creating a council between the wise and elected members for the city. My armies and I took off for Meereen. It was a week's journey on foot. Once we get to Meereen, it will be time to face the Great Masters. Learning that Meereen is where the captured slaves go from pirates around the world after reaching the rich cities. Before we left, I collected the collars to return them back to their owner.

We were at the halfway mark, having made camp to rest for a few days. During that time of preparation and training. As Jorah and Ser Barristan continue their lessons. Ser Jorah and Ser Barristan also had to practice, fearing that if they became old, they would lose their abilities. Two hours in the morning and one hour at night. There are times, they would act on the performance of a soldier or guards' level. Which I was capable of unarming. Although, they kept reminding me, that there will be a time an opponent cannot be a prisoner and to take a life. After a long morning of training, Missandei came forward announcing the army is ready for departure. I thank her, excusing myself and went to find Daenerys. Jorah accompanies me, as we made our way to the cliffs.

Daenerys sat on a boulder petting Dragon while Elianna and Rhaegal were playing over the ocean. No longer were the dragons the size of dogs. No, they have gotten bigger. One would say the size of ponies. Not big enough to ride through, but they can inflict damage. Elianna and Rhaegal return to shore, fighting over a lamb they caught. In the confrontation, the lamb slipped from their clutches and dropped in front of Daenerys. She jumped, not expecting it then sighed. Drogon leaned over trying to get a bite. Surprising how Drogon has grown. Daenerys leaned over to pet Dragon, but the dragon snapped at her with a warning growl. Luckily Daenerys pulled back making space, a bit terrified by what happened. I frowned wondering what that was.

In books and legends, when a dragon bonds with their rider they are connected. No longer is the dragon feral. There was also another legend that the dragon inherits the rider's personality. Elianna has been protective and gentle. Drogon on the other hand…though calm has been a bit aggressive and impulsive. Disappearing a lot for his hunts. Which doesn't resemble Daenerys? Then, there is Rhaegal, who was just weird, probably because he is technically a wild dragon, since he has no rider

"They're dragons, Khaleesi," Jorah reminded. "They can never be tamed. Not even by their mother."

"They have to accept us, or not." I told Daenerys.

Daenerys sighed, "I know."

We watched the three break the lamb into thirds before feasting on it in the skies. We need to be careful. Although our dragons can obey some of the dragon rider commands, and understand our emotions, they are unpredictable. Not long after, we made our way back to camp, finding the Unsullied at attention ready to lead the march to Yunkai. Ser Barristan stood there along with Missandei at the front line. Although, it was noticeable to see a few people were absent.

"Ser Barristan," I greeted.

"Your Grace," Ser Barristan replied with a nod.

"Where's Daario Naharis?" Daenerys asked.

"Where's Grey Worm?" Missandei looked down trying to express some positive emotion.

It was Ser Barristan who gave an amused answer, "Gambling, Your Highness."

"Gambling?" Daenerys and I repeated. Each of the Unsullied has a coin purse with gold that provides enough for necessities if they were separated from the group or wish to purchase items as property. But the Unsullied are not like the Sellswords or other armies.

"And where are they at?" I asked.

"With the volunteers, Your Grace," Missandei answered. At the end of the line. I took a deep breath, marching down the aisle passing the ten thousand soldiers. Not long after passing the two thousand second sons were waiting casually on their horses, securing the volunteers. The volunteers were kept in the back since they are the ones transporting the supplies. If there were to be a battle out of nowhere, I did not want them to be harmed. Going through the camp, the crowd greeted us, children waving, saying Keppa and Khaleesi.

Daenerys and I smiled, waving to some, though I was determined to find the two culprits. Out in a field, we found Grey Worm and Daario Naharis. Both were sitting on the ground facing each other, legs crossed. Their arms out forward balancing their weapons. Grey Worm balances his shortsword while Daario with his Arakh. The past few months they've changed, as Grey Worm stop eating those Unsullied food, and tasted real food, and on his black armor, he had a pin of three dragons forming a circle indicating his rank as commander. Daario, on the other hand, made a drastic change in his appearance. Cutting his long hair short because it bothers him and also growing a beard.

"How long have they been at it?" I asked.

"Since Midnight, Your Grace," Missandei answered. We soon stood before them.

"Grey Worm is stronger than he looks," Daario murmured. "But I can see his arms beginning to shake."

"What's the prize to winning this stupid contest?" Daenerys asked.

"The honor of riding by the King and Princess' side on the road to Meereen," Daario answered, winking at Daenerys. They spent since midnight gambling on who would ride beside us? Basically, they wasted time resting and preparing for a spot on a long journey ahead. I was tempted to see them continue but I reminded myself I am King.

"That honor goes to Ser Jorah and Ser Barristan, as neither of them kept us waiting this morning," I said. "You two will ride in the rear guard and protect the livestock."

I turned to leave and Daenerys added, "The last man holding his sword can find a new King to fight for."

Immediately they dropped their blades. Grey Worm gave an apologetic look, though Missandei gave him a glance. Daenerys tried not to smile, though amused by this before all three of us returned to the front. We are behind schedule. The longer we wait, the chances are of people being enslaved.

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Daenerys's POV

Daenerys stopped to give her horse a break as she stood by the cliffs having a view of the ocean. It was a lovely day, not too hot as the Yunkai region. The winds blew softly to ease the heat. Her thoughts wander about Meereen, wondering what kind of city it would be? Astapor was brutal, Yunkai was stubborn, so what will Meereen portray as.

"Have you ever been to Meereen?" Daenerys asked Missandei.

"Several times, Your Highness, with Master Kraznys," Missandei answered.

"And?" Daenerys asked.

"They say 1,000 slaves died building the Great Pyramid of Meereen," Missandei answered with a bit of bitterness in her voice.

"And now an army of former slaves is marching to her gates," Daenerys murmured, looking at her new friend. "You think the Great Masters are worried?"

"If they're smart, Princess," Missandei replied. Suddenly there was a command in Valyrian to stop. All the Unsullied stopped at attention. Curious about what was going on, she got on her horse along with Missandei to join the vanguard. On their way over, the trail became too rocky to ride a horse as Daenerys dismounted. She climbed the rigid terrain to join the council, seeing Ser Barristan, Ser Jorah, Grey Worm, and Daeron. Based on her brother' posture, something was not right. Just as she walked up to stand next to her brother and understand why.

There on a post was a dead girl. Daenerys assumed she was only ten years old. The child with brown hair tinted with red, skin grey as she wore a ragged dress and a thick collar. Her position as her left arm was spread out, manipulated to make a pointing gesture. Her right arm nailed to her chest, while her feet nailed to the post. She was just like the slaves in Astapor. Only instead of a man, it was a child.

"There's one on every mile marker between here and Meereen," Jorah assumed.

"How many miles between here and Meereen?" Daenerys asked.

"163, Khaleesi," Jorah answered.

"I'll tell our men to ride ahead and bury them," Ser Barristan offered. "Royals don't need to see this."

"No." Daeron said, his violet eyes still focus on the child. "We will see each and every one of their faces. Remove her collar before you bury her. Give her a tombstone so she will never be forgotten."

Daenerys was surprised by her choices but she accepted them. A few Unsullied men came forward, carefully taking the girl down from the post. Afterward, they continue on every marker. Daenerys and Daeron stare at each child's faces. The children are not forgotten. Remembering Missandei stating that a thousand slaves died building the Great Pyramid. The Masters in Meereen probably wanted to teach us a lesson.

"What are you going to do with the Great Masters for this?" Daenerys asked.

"Same thing that happens to the children." Daeron said thinking deeply.