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Chapter XXXXVII - Meereen

Daeron POV

The army arrived at the Gates of Meereen in the late afternoon hours. Meereen is by far more massive than Astapor and Yunkai combined. The bricks were of different colors, as the walls stood tall. Upon the wall, was the only gate, as alabaster statues of the Harpies stood there, their wings out in defense. Behind those gates, three pyramids could be seen, one larger than the next. But one stood out the most as the golden harpy hunched over watching her city. There was a balcony on top of the gates as the wall where Meereeneze and slaves watched. Archers stood there holding their bow. The gates opened a bit, as a horse with his rider and another man holding a lance came out. My council joined me as we watched.

"Are they attacking?" Daenerys asked.

"A single rider. A champion of Meereen," Jorah explained. "They want you to send your own champion against him."

The Meereenese cheered for their champion who rode to the side of the ravine. Clad in armor, as he unmounted his horse and started taunting. He was speaking in Valyrian, and I tried hard not to scowl. Missandei translated anyway so Ser Barristan and Ser Jorah could understand what he meant. Although, he unfastened the strings of his pants to give a clear indication.

"What is he doing?" Daenerys asked.

"I believe he means to…" Ser Barristan stated. Unfortunately, the Meereen's Champion pissed in front of us. The Meereenese cheered and laughed from this insult. I stood there and took a deep breath not allowing myself to be phased by this.

"He says that we're an army of men without man parts," Missandei translated as the Champion continued to taunt. But Missandei did not translate it for the knights. I felt my fingers clenched at that.

"Ignore him, Your Grace. These are meaningless words," Ser Barristan advised.

"They're not meaningless if half the city you intend to take is listening to them," Jorah countered.

I glanced at the Meereenese, "I have something to say to the people of Meereen." Then glanced at the champion. "First, I will need this one to be quiet." The Champion continued his taunt.

I turned around facing my council, I felt the sudden urge to punch that Meereense Champion and said "The champion shall be me."

"No!" Daenerys and the rest of the people said. Not only was it them but also Aegon in my head.

"Your Grace, you must not risk your life." Ser Barristan spoke. "Let me be the Champion, I've won more single combats than anyone else alive."

"Which is why you must stay beside my sister and I, in case something happens." I said.

"Allow me this honor, Your Grace," Grey Worm offered. "I will not disappoint you."

"You are the commander of the Unsullied," I reminded. "I cannot risk you."

"I've been by your side longer than any of them, Your Grace. Let me stand for you today as well." Ser Jorah said.

I began to open my mouth but Daenerys smiled softly, placing a hand on his shoulder, "You are my brother's most trusted advisor, our most valued general, trusted confidant, and our dearest friend. We will not gamble with your life."

Jorah held a slight disappointment but understood where I am coming from. It would make me furious and sad if he were to die over a stupid tradition.

"Your Grace, Khaleesi. Let me be the champion." Rakharo said.

"No, Rakharo, you are the Ko, the main bloodrider." Daenerys replied. "And Irri needs you."

"I was the last to join your army," Daario said, stepping forward. "I'm not your general or a member of your Kingsguard or the commander of your Unsullied. My mother was a whore. I come from nothing. And before long, I will return to nothing. Let me kill this man for House Targaryen."

"Very well. You have quite an audience." I told him, then faced the Meereenese. "Make it worth their while."

Daenerys, Irri and Missandei came over standing beside me.

"He is very brave, Your Grace, Princess," Missandei murmured.

"Yes, win or lose, as long as the whole city is watching," I said, arms crossed. The Champion of Meereen got on his horse as his squire gave him the lance with a spear tip. Once he held it, the squire rushed back to the gate. Daario came over to us wiping his stiletto dagger. Daenerys walked over to him.

"You sure you don't want a horse?" Daenerys sarcastically offered.

"Why would I want a horse?" Daario asked.

"Horses are faster than men," I answered. "

Horses are dumber than men," Daario countered with a smirk.

Daenerys didn't know how to respond to that as she returned to the Council giving distance between the two champions. We watched as Daario stepped forward initiating the duel. The Champion of Meereen charged forward on his way heading straight for us. Daario looked over his shoulder giving a wink before facing his opponent. He twirled his stiletto standing there waiting. The Rider became close, Daario kissed the handle of his stiletto and threw it at the challenger. The blade struck the horse in the eye, knocking his rider to the ground. The Champion of Meereen tumbled toward Daario. Before he could even get up, the Tyroshi drew his arakh and decapitated the man.

Fast, quick, and simple, I thought. Thought Daario Naharis would be more dramatic to appease his audience. The Meereenese did not oblige to their customs of the Challenge. The guards drew their bows and fire arrows at us. Jorah, Ser Barristan and I began to rush to block the arrows. Fortunately, the arrows impacted the earth twenty feet away from us. Daario smirked, as he opened these strings of his breeches and pulled out his cock and pissed on the ground. Mocking the Meereenese as their champion mocked us.

I rolled my eyes, finding it unnecessary but satisfying. Once the Meereenese calmed down from their tantrum, I walked over still keeping a distance. I spoke loudly in Valyrian as the ravine echoed the words to the crowd. Primarily to the slaves.

"I am Daeron Targaryen. Your Masters may have told lies about me, or they may have told you nothing. It does not matter. I have nothing to say to them. I speak only to you. First, I went to Astapor. Those who were slaves in Astapor, now stand behind me, free." I said waving my right hand to the Unsullied. "Next I went to Yunkai. Those who were slaves in Yunkai, now stand behind me, free."

I waved my left arm to address the Yunkish soldiers. "Now I have come to Meereen. To free you. I am not your enemy. Your enemy is beside you. Your enemy steals and murders your children. Your enemy has nothing for you but chains and suffering, and commands. I do not bring you commands. I bring you a choice. And I bring your enemies what they deserve. Forward!"

The catapults were brought in armed with barrels containing the collars of the 163 children and thousands from Yunkai. The slaves started in Meereen. It's time to bring back their property. I drew my sword and aimed it at the city, "Fire!"

One by one the catapults launched the barrels into Meereen. Crashing into the city's buildings where it shattered, pouring the collars like rain. Shouting and screaming to be heard. My message was heard and displayed to the people. "Decide! The collar or freedom."

oOoOo

Back in camp, we made preparations for the sacking of Meereen. Some of the Volunteers who were once slaves in Meereen before being sold to Yunkai pointed locations on how to get inside the city. There was a sewer system on the west side near the shores. If the Unsullied can break through the metal cage and into the catacombs and sewers will lead to the men's chamber. The plan was simple: Grey Worm will lead a hundred Unsullied inside with Volunteers to get inside Meereen, and cause a revolt in the underground chambers. Providing slaved men weapons and removing their collars.

The sacking will begin in two days. Enough time for the Unsullied to rest, acquire their disguises and weapons before sneaking in. Dismissing the council meeting, everyone left except for Daenerys. I stood there examining the map. Ghiscari nation holds the highest productivity in slavery, with the exception of New Ghis. Putting an end to it will decrease the market. However, it won't stop other regions in their practice. Many lavish islands, the Dothraki sea, and other realms. Areas I don't think I will be able to disrupt and change. Only leave a message that will inspire people to make a difference.

"Daeron," Daenerys murmured.

I looked up and softly smiled at her, "Do you think this plan seems to work?"

"Yes, the masters won't know what hit them," Daenerys assured. "But once we free the slaves, what are your next plans?"

"I'm not entirely sure," I confessed. "We're not ready for Westeros just yet. We have no allies yet, our dragons are not that big." I picked up a totem of a dragon. "Even with ten thousand soldiers, two thousand second sons, two thousand horses, and three dragons, it is not enough to go against the Seven Kingdoms." I sighed. "We will have to increase our forces and require ships."

"You said we were distant cousins to aid us," Daenerys added. "The Martells will want justice for mother, Rhaenys and Aegon. The Velaryons and Celtigars will support their kin as they did before. Acquire the Golden Company, and soon the Crownlands will be yours."

"The Golden Company does not support House Targaryen even if gold is offered," I reminded. "They were founded by Bittersteel. DDaeron Blackfyre's half-brother and general."

Daenerys nodded, not going further than that on the Golden Company. I placed my hand on King's Landing. This was my birthplace, home of my ancestors after Aegon's Conquest. However, three years are not enough to make it personal. I was doing this because I wanted to avenge my family, I wanted to kill Tywin Lannister, Armory Lorch and Gregor Clegane. I wanted to see the place where I was born and spent three years of my life without being targeted. I wanted to fulfill the promise I made to my mother.

I also want revenge against the Houses who rebelled against us. Primarily…House Lannister. I have come to terms with House Stark. Rhaegar abducted or ran away with Lyanna Stark (no one knows the truth, but most agreed that Rhaegar and Lyanna left, even when one is married and theo ther is betrothed). Lord Brandon Stark went south to King's Landing to get his sister back. Grandfather imprisoned him for yelling to tell father to come out and die. Then, Brandon was imprisoned due to his recklessness. Brandon's father came to demand Lyanna's release along with asking forgiveness for Brandon's recklessness and also asking for his release. Grandfather only escalated the problem by burning them alive.

Jon Arryn was dead, the man who raised the banners and I will not blame his son for the crimes of his father, this was a very difficult lesson I had to learn from Ser Barristan, especially since Jon Arryn's son wasn't born until years later after the rebellion. However, I will admit this, if Jon Arryn was alive, I would still want him killed, after all he was one of the leaders of the Rebellion. Ser Lyn Corbay, though wasn't a leader, he killed my great uncle Lewyn Martell, I want him dead too. Hoster Tully, Robert Baratheon was dead, and if the information is correct, so was Renly Baratheon according to sources.

Only Stannis Baratheon is left, along with his daughter Shireen. Shireen was not born until after the rebellion, so she would be spared. Stannis Baratheon would die getting the Iron Throne, from what I remembered, the Lannisters have one of the largest armies in Westeros, combined with the Tyrells.

That leaves one House who held no reason to go against House Targaryen. House Lannister rebelled after Robert Baratheon murdered father at the Tridents. They were opportunists when my grandfather was at his vulnerable point in losing a son. I know my grandfather was Mad, I know how he earned his name. But Tywin Lannister and King Aerys II were once friends along with my grandfather's cousin, the Usurper's father, Steffon Baratheon.

But most importantly, I wanted to kill Jaime Lannister, my grandfather is mad, true, and he may not like me, but Jaime Lannister was the Kingslayer. People called my grandfather Mad King, Scab King, but to me he was just my grandfather. I want to stab him like how he stabbed my grandfather in the back. It is simply a duty of a grandson to avenge his own grandfather.

oOoOo

Grey Worm POV

Grey Worm sat across from Missandei as she was doing another lesson in teaching him a common language. The Lord Commander of the Unsullied was trying his best to learn, especially with Missandei teaching him.

"My name…is Grey Worm." He managed to say. "I come from…the Summer Ills."

"Isles," Missandei corrected. "Summer Isles."

"Summer Isles," Grey Worm repeated. "Where are you from?"

"We must practice in Common Tongue," Missandei said. "I am from an island called Naarth."

"When did they take you?" Grey Worm asked. Missandei gave him a lecture on how to speak in Common tongue.

"When did they take you?" He asked.

"When did they take me?" Missandei corrected. They paused thinking about it, "I was five years old."

"You remember your home?" he asked.

"I remember when they rowed us away from shore." She answered. "How white the beaches were. How tall the trees are. And I remember my village burning. Smoke rising into the sky. Do you remember your home?" She asked.

He shook his head, "Unsullied. Always Unsullied. Before Unsullied, nothing."

"That's not true." She said, looking into his eyes. "Perhaps one day you will return to the Summer Isles."

"I don't want to return." He said. "Kill the masters."

"Kill the masters," she repeated.

"Kill the masters," he growled out. The flap to Grey Worm tent opens as Daenerys and Ser Barristan enter.

"How are the lessons coming?" Daenerys asked.

Both stood up as Missandei answered, "Very well, Princess."

"Missandei is a good teacher, my princess." Grey Worm said. Daenerys and Missandei smiled. Both find his attempt adorable, even though he is an elite soldier. She sighed about getting back to business.

"You have to continue later," Daenerys murmured. "It's time."

Daenerys and Missandei left the tent, Grey Worm followed them but stopped glancing over his shoulder at Missandei who stood there. After a moment, he left to prepare for the siege. All of his men dressed as slaves, putting on the collars. He found it strange to wear one again. Last he wore one was during his training years in Astapor before putting to the final test. Now, he is wearing this as a free men, to help and liberate other slaves.

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Meereen

Mossador spent his entire life as a slave, he didn't know what was before, but he knew he was born as a slave. He spent the rest of his life with the elders. Laboring on his hands and knees in harvest or construction and returning to darkness in the catacombs.

So, when he stood on the balcony of the Twin Harpies, he was amazed to see the Unsullied. Seeing one man kill Oznak zo Pahl with two strikes. And seeing a man in Westerosi garb addressing not to the Masters, but to the slaves. Daeron Targaryen's words inspired him to rise up again. So, in the dark chamber lit by a few torches he talked with his fellow friends and the elders to revolt once again.

"You heard him. He said he came to free us!" Mossador said.

"You're a fool," an elder said. "The Masters are too strong."

"He will protect us," Mossador disagreed. "He defeated the Master's champion." The young men nodded. Mossador kneeled his hands together in prayer. "He has a great army. You want to live the rest of your days in chains?"

"I want to live," the second elder said. "You saw what they did to those children. What do you think they'll do to us?"

"I've been through two slave revolts, boy," the first elder added. "They always end the same way: The Masters in power and the slave's dead."

"Valar Morghulis," a new voice said, joining the conversation. The men turned their glances, seeing new faces. The one who stood in front held a solemn look, eyes burning with determination. "But I promise you, a single day of freedom is worth more than a lifetime in chains," the man said.

"Who are you?" the first elder asked, standing up.

"This one is called Grey Worm," he answered. "I was taken as a baby by the Masters of Astapor, raised and trained as Unsullied. Now I fight for Daeron, the King of Dragon and Breaker of Chains."

"You are Unsullied?" the First elder said. "They taught you how to fight before you could walk. We are not soldiers!"

"We have no training, no weapons," the second elder added. Grey Worm removed his pack and tossed it on the ground presenting it to the slaves. Along with his comrades, a loud clang could be heard of steel. As short swords and blades fell out. Mossador knelt down examining the eyes of the content widened.

"There are three slaves in this city for every Master." Grey Worm said. "No one can give you your freedom, brothers. If you want it, you must take it."

In the early hours of the morning the slaves rebelled. With weapons in their hands and the Unsullied guidance, they took the city. As the slaves killed certain masters, Grey Worm and his team captured the Great Masters. The men who were in charge of running Meereen. Taking the head of each family out of their bed and dragging them through the street. Blood was spilled, but no women or children were killed. To the Targaryen's pride, a black flag of a three-headed dragon was tied to the wings of the Golden Harpy on top of the great pyramid.

oOoOo

Daeron POV

I was proud of my Unsullied in helping the slaves be liberated from the masters. When the sun reached the sky, there was cheering, as I and the rest of the army waited at the gates. The doors open, allowing us access where Grey Worm stood there holding the Meereen Banner. I unmounted my horse and walked over to him.

"My King, Meereen, is yours," Grey Worm said in common tongue.

"Thank you, Grey Worm," I said. "You brought great victory."

Grey Worm nodded, though the corner of his lip lifted into a small smile. Securing the banner, I walked through the streets to greet the freed slaves, in person. Daenerys, Ser Jorah, Ser Barristan, and Missandei accompany me. The crowd cheered Keppa, tossing their collars to the ground in gratitude. Children coming over giving hugs and joining our journey to the Great Pyramid. Walking through many steps and climbing hills till reaching the entrance of the Great Pyramid platform. There on a lower lever stood the Great Masters, hurdle like the former slaves. Some had injuries while others seemed fine. Many glared at me.

"Remind me, Ser Jorah, how many children did the Great Masters nail to a milepost?" I asked.

"163, Your Grace," Jorah answered.

"Yes, that was it," Daenerys murmured.

I turned to Grey Worm, "Take them to the dungeons." Grey Worm nodded giving the command to the Unsullied guarding the Great Masters. Immediately, the Great Masters were escorted inside. "We will give each a trail. The guilty shall be sentenced to the crucification."

"And what will we do after that?" Ser Barristan asked.

"I'll stay in Meereen, rule and learn how to be King." I replied, smiling at the people who were cheering for me.