Chapter 21: The Seige of Yunkai

Standing on the banks of a creek Daemon and Daenerys sparred. This time only Daemon held a dagger while Dany was barehanded. With each thrust of a dagger, Dany caught his wrist and twisted it. With each slash, she narrowly redirected the attack.

When asked why she should fight barehanded Daemon explained that one way or another she will be disarmed. It's simply inevitable. She needed to learn hand to hand combat against an opponent with a weapon. Dany saw the logic in it and agreed.

Standing off to the side Ser Jorah, Arstan, Belwas, and their Bloodriders watched as the king and queen trained. Jorah would twitch nervously with each slash and stab that Daemon would send Daenerys' way. Arstan watched intently as the Queen blocked and deflected each attack. Anyone could see that Daemon wasn't giving it his all but she was a quick learner.

Belwas ate a string of sausages and paid them no mind. Aggo, Jhogo, and Rakharo watched excitedly. They remembered when they were just boys in training. Getting pushed to the ground and getting back up. Each time Dany would stumble they would hoot in encouragement.

Catching Dany's wrist Daemon put his foot behind her leg. Pushing her in conjunction with pulling his leg back forced Daenerys on her back. She grunted at the pain of the rocky terrain jabbing into her back. Her brother offered her a hand and she took it.

Pulling her up Daemon asked, "Did you notice how I put my leg behind yours and swiped it from under you as I pushed?"

"It was hard to miss." She commented as they back away from each other.

"Attempt to do the same to me." Daemon instructed.

Daenerys nodded and raised her dagger. Before either could move however they were interrupted, "Your Graces." Spoke Missandei making her presence known, "The Unsullied have chosen their commander."

The two monarchs put their weapons away before nodding, "Thank you, Missandei." Dany said.

"Yes, we would like to meet this commander ourselves if you don't mind." Daemon stated.

"Of course, my king." Missandei bowed her head before turning around to lead them towards the Unsullied.

They had ordered the Unsullied to assign their own leader amongst their ranks. Someone who was not only a fierce warrior but a keen mind for battle as well. Though they appear to be no more than statues of soldiers they had minds of their own. At the very least one of them is fit to lead the others.

Approaching the Unsullied they immediately stood at attention at the sight of their king and queen. Standing amongst the ranks of Unsullied Daemon and Daenerys gave each other a glance before the king spoke, "Missandei of Naath as informed us of your choice as to who will be your commander." He announced in High Valyrian.

"We would like this man to step forward and make himself known." Daenerys said.

The shuffling off boots against the rocky floor revealed a single man. He marched towards them and came to a halt before them, "Remove your helm." Daemon ordered.

Taking the helmet off revealed a young man. He had light brown skin, brown eyes, no facial hair, short hair, lean muscle, and a face far too serious for his age, "What is your name?" Daenerys asked.

"Grey Worm, my queen." He answered sternly.

Both twins looked at him incredulously before remembering the tradition of choosing a new name daily. Daenerys spoke first, "From this day on you can choose your own names. You will tell those who cannot hear us the same."

"Do away with your slave names." Daemon continued, "You can take your birth names or any name you wish, one that gives you pride. The choice is yours."

"Grey Worm gives this one pride." The commander said, "It is a lucky name. The name this one was born with was cursed. That was the name this one had when he was taken as a slave." He said seriously, "Grey Worm, is the one name this one drew the day the dragons freed him."

Daemon only nodded, "Prepare to march. We will arrive at Yunkai soon." He ordered receiving a quick nod in return.


Their scouts have returned with haste. Two sells word companies were approaching from the sea. The Second Sons who've recently absorbed the Stormcrows into their ranks as Jorah informed. Yunkish had ships of their own and must've sent them to Volantis or more likely a closer city.

They'll never be able to intercept them in time so they devised a strategy. There will be a new moon in the coming night and they will use the darkness to their advantage. Laying siege to the city from land and sea they will be at their mercy.

Standing at the bow of their ship with only a dim lamp giving them light Daemon and Dany watched as the distant lights of Yunkai grew ever closer.

The thumping of heavy steps caught their attention as Jorah stepped into the light, "If the masters are smart they'll stay put behind their walls and use their sellswords to chip away at us." The knight stated.

"We can't allow our army to be cut down before we cross the Narrow Sea." Daemon said.

"Yunkai has pleasure slaves, Your Grace, not soldiers. They have nothing for us, this city will not bring us any closer to Westeros or the Iron Throne." The old bear replied.

"How many slaves are there in Yunkai?" Daenerys asked.

"Two hundred thousand at least." Jorah replied.

"Then they have two hundred thousand chains for us to break." The queen replied before the lamp died out, "Besides there won't be a battle."

Amongst the darkness, Jorah replied, "My queen, Astapor was open and vulnerable, Yunkai is forewarned and ready for battle."

"But they're not ready for me." Daemon said before he walked away.


By morning Yunkai has been put under siege. The Targaryen host had taken both land and sea. Dany had arranged for a meeting with the masters as well as the captains of the Stormcrows and Second Sons whilst Daemon prepared for their plan. First, they were to meet with the representative of Yunkai and then the sellswords.

Once they've drawn up the battle plans and their secret plan on the masters they've sent a missive to request the representative of Yunkai to meet them under a parlay. Nearly two hours later they heard the thinking of drums before they caught the sight of a white palanquin carried by large burly men in chains. Armed slave soldiers guarded it as their lives depended on it and it did.

Once they reached the tent the slaves lowered it and pulled the cloth back revealing a man dressed much like the masters of Yunkai but wore more yellow, gold, and tan than them. The slaver stepped off of his palanquin and approached the tent as Missandei introduced him, "Now comes the novel Grazdan mo Eraz, Master of Men and Speaker to Savages to offer terms of peace."

A sudden screech made the master jump as Drogon perched over Dany's shoulder. Daemon could easily see the fear in the man's eye as he looked at the dragons. Drogon perched over Dany protectively, Viserion silently glaring at Grazdan from Daemon's lap and Rhaegal curled in between them growling at the slaver.

Missandei spoke and introduced Daemon, "Noble lord you are in the presence of Daemon Lightningborn of House Targaryen, King of the Andals, Rhoynar and the First Men, the Khal of Khals, Breaker of Chains and Father of Dragons." She then began to introduce Dany, "As well as Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen, Queen of the Andals, Rhoynar and First Men, the Khalessi of the Great Grass Sea, Breaker of Chains, and Mother of Dragons."

"Please sit." Daenerys offered unfazed by Drogon's outburst.

Jhiqui pulled a small chair behind the man before silently stepping away. Missandei then approached with a cup and pitcher of wine, "Would the noble Lord take refreshment?" She asked and the man gave a quick nod.

The twins remained silent as they gave the man a matching even look as Missandei poured the iced wine. Once finished she handed the cup to the slaver and he took a long sip before placing it to the ground, "Ancient and glorious is Yunkai. Our walls are strong, our nobles are fierce, and our common folk without fear. We are the blood of Old Ghis whose empire was old before dragons stirred and when Old Valyria was but a squealing child. You will not find an easy conquest here, King Daemon."

Daemon merely smiled at the man before he reached inside a bowl and pulling out a leg of lamb and tossing it into the air. All at once, their children snapped at the food before eventually Drogon claimed it and flew away with his brothers in tow. Grazdan was obviously started at the sight as Dany spoke, "Good. Our Unsullied will relish the challenge. We were told to blood them early."

"If blood is what you with, let it flow. Many an army have broken against our walls and many more will fall all the same. I am told you freed your eunuchs. Freedom to the Unsullied means as much as a hat to a fish." He then smiled at Grey Worm but the man remained calm and stoic but Daemon frowned, "True you did commit savageries in Astapor but we of Yunkai are very forgiving people. Your quarrel is not with us, dear Queen. What use would tiring your strength against our mighty walls dd when you need all the strength you can muster to reclaim your father's throne in Westeros?"

Daemon finally spoke, "So you do know who we are."

"I pride myself on my knowledge of the west." Grazdan smiled proudly, "Yunkai wished nothing but the best for you in your endeavors to the west. And to prove we bear you no ill will we've prepared a gift." He announced before clapping his hands. Two of his escorts came in the tent carrying a large cedar chest count in bronze and gold, "Fifty thousand gold marks, all yours, as a gesture of good faith and friendship from the Wise Masters of Yunkai. Gold given freely is far better than plundered with blood, isn't it? So I say to you, Targaryens, take this gold and go." He said smoothly as the escorts opened the chest revealing the gold pieces.

"I'm afraid you misunderstood our intentions. We're not here for gold." Dany responded.

"We're here to strike every chain in Yunkai and free all of those bound in servitude." Daemon clarified his voice smoother than silk.

Hrazdan laughed, "Absurd, you would reject gold to free lowly slaves? You would ignore my gift for pointless hardship?"

"We have a gift for you as well." Daemon replied before sitting upright, "Your life."

"My life?" The Wise Master asked dumbstruck.

"And the lives of all the Wise Masters." He added as his smile remained plastered on his face, "As well as one day. A single day for you and the masters to free every man, woman, and child from their chains. You will give them enough, food, money, clothing, and property for them to start a new life as freedmen." His smile fell and a look of bloodlust replaced it, "Reject this gift and we will show you no mercy."

"You are mad, both of you!" Grazdan exclaimed, "We are not Astapor or Qarth we are Yunkai! We have very powerful friends that will revel in your demise. Those who survive we will enslave, perhaps we will make a slave of you as well!" He proclaimed as he stood from his seat.

Their guards stepped closer to the twins protective but Daenerys raised her hand stopping them. Daemon could only give a menacing smirk as he said, "Dracarys."

The dragons returned to the tent in an instant with Dragon snapping at the man, Rhaegal positioning himself protectively between his mother and father, and Viserion sending a wisp of golden flame at the man's tunic. The flame caught in a moment and Grazdan yelped like a squealing child. His escorts moved quickly as they beat at the man's legs attempting to put out the fire before Whitebeard threw a pitcher at the man soaking him and putting out the flame.

"You swore me safe-conduct!"

"We did yes but our dragons made no promises and you just threatened their parents." Daenerys retorted, "Go and deliver our gift to the masters and be sure not to disappoint us or it will not end in your favor."

"Take the gold." The master ordered before Drogon landed on the chest roaring at the escorts with a shrill screech.

"Our gold." Daemon stated, "You're leaving with your gift it's only fair we keep ours as well."

"Do you think these lizards will keep you safe forever? We will fill the air with arrows if we catch so much as a glimpse of them in our skies. Do you think it's hard to kill a dragon?" He asked pointing a finger at Viserion who perched himself over Daemon's shoulder.

"Harder than killing a master." Daemon answered, "I speak from experience. One day, we expect an answer before nightfall tomorrow or we will storm Yunkai in the morn."

With Grazdan gone, Dany sat back against the cushions, "I assume he means the Second Sons as his powerful friends."

"They will be here soon." Daemon replied confidently, "They will never deny a meeting with us."

"How can you be sure, Your Grace?" Whitebeard asked.

"They're sellswords and they are completely outmatched. They will seek a way out of this conflict for their own sake and the sake of their company." Daemon explained, "Men who fight for gold can't afford to lose to a pair of children."


An hour later Ser Jorah had returned with the three captains of the Second Sons stood before them. On the same sofa as before Dany and Daemon eyed the three men as Irri and Jhiqui poured them wine. The one to the left, Prendahl na Ghazn, shared the Ghiscari features of the masters, the one in the center, Mero, appeared to be Braavosi, and the one to the left, Daario Naharis, was the queerest of the three with blue hair and a matching beard.

Mero stepped forward and eyed Daemon, "So you're the Dragon King?" He smirked, "I think I fucked once in a pleasure house."

"Watch your tongue." Jorah warned.

"Why, I didn't mind his." Mero replied plopping down between next Daemon, "He liked my arse like he was born for it." He smiled before wiggling his tongue out.

"We probably did fall to bed together." Daemon replied getting an intrigued look from Mero, "I was once a bed slave in Lys. Men, women, I pleasured them all but then I killed my master and freed myself, and now I with my sister command the mightiest army the world has ever seen."

"You'll be a slave once more unless I save you." The captain replied.

Noticing Daemon becoming agitated Dany quickly put her hand over his and spoke, "Though we are young and are novices in the ways of war how can your two thousand men stand against out forty thousand Dothraki and ten thousand Unsullied? Not to mention our fleet that floats in the bay as we speak. As clueless as we are even we can see the odds are not in your favor."

"I hope you can lie better than that, you have eight thousand Unsullied." Daario announced.

"You will be wise to take your rabble elsewhere." Prendahl stated, "You took Astapor with treachery but Yunkai will not fall so easily."

"Even when you're outnumbered ten to one?" Daemon asked skeptically.

"We do not stand alone, the stalwart men of Yunkai stand beside us." He replied defiantly.

"They are pleasure slaves that have never once held a blade." Daemon whipped his head around causing the bells in his hair to jingle, "They will quickly see the folly in facing us and throw their blades down for a chance of freedom."

"Join us now and we will double the offer Yunkai made you." Dany offered, "You will have a fair share of the plunder and many more when we sail across the Narrow Sea to the Seven Kingdoms. Fight for the Wise Masters and your wages will be death and you will collect them as corpses. Will the Wise Masters open their gates while you are being slaughtered by our Unsullied and Dothraki?"

"Woman you bray like an ass." Prendahl stated, "And make even less sense."

"Women is that meant to insult me?" Daenerys scoffed, "I'd return the slap if I took you for a man." Daemon let out a laugh as did Belwas, "Still your insults change nothing to the disadvantage you find yourselves."

"The Second Sons have faced worse odds and won." Mero proclaimed.

"The Second Sons have faced worse odd and run." Jorah started getting another laugh from Belwas.

"Of course you can still run with the Yunkish gold you have now." Dany offered, "There's no shame in giving up an unwinnable battle or you can join us and live as wealthy men for the rest of your lives."

Mero paused as if in thought before turning to Daemon, "Show me your hole let me see if it's worth fighting for."

"Perhaps if you prove your worth on the battlefield." The king smirked before Mero gulped wine, "Think of our offer, we give you a single night to decide. Take a flagon of our wine as a sign of goodwill."

"Make it a wagon, for your men," Daenerys said with a polite smile, "A gift as long as you drink to our victory."

"Done!" Mero exclaimed before standing up along with his companions, "The Titan's Bastard does not drink alone."

Of the three men the last to leave was Daario Naharis who gave the twins a polite nod before following the other captains. Once they had all gone Daemon's face turned to a scowl, "When the battle begins save that one for me, I want to be the one to kill him."

"Gladly, Your Grace." Arstan promised.

"You have my word, my king." Jorah smirked.


That night Daemon looked over his desk of poisons. He's been producing a certain poison, especially for the masters. This particular poison was called Sweetsleep, it gives the victim the mercy of a painless death, putting the victim in a deep sleep before killing them. In Daemon's opinion, this was far too good for the master.

One by one he mixed the poison into vials of water. The sweet smell of the concoction filled his nostrils and filled his lungs. A small drop of this will calm the nerves, a pinch would place one in a deep dreamless slumber, two pinches would put one in an eternal sleep for which they would never wake.

After making the last vial he carefully placed them in a sack. Changing into the beige rags that the slaves wore and placing a leather collar in his neck he looking into a mirror and frowned. It only for tonight he thought to himself as an attempt to comfort himself. Placing the sack over his shoulder he left the tent and made his way through the encampment before he eventually made it to the bath tent where Dany laid in the tub with her handmaidens around the tent choosing her clothing, washing her hair, and polishing her dagger.

"Hope I'm not interrupting." He said making his presence known.

"You're not, I'm just brushing up on my Dothraki." Daenerys replied with a smile, "Did you know that our dear Missandei here knows nineteen languages." She says playfully as Missandei blushed.

"Really? That's amazing." Daemon praised as Missandei bowed her head bashfully, "I only the common tongue and High Valyrian and only know a moderate amount of Dothraki."

"Thank you, Your Grace." Missandei bowed her head.

Daemon smiled at her before he kneeled next to the tub, "I only came to see you before I head off."

"Are sure scaling the walls is the best way into the city?" Daenerys asked nervously.

"All the gates are heavily guarded and I'll cause too much commotion if I simply kill everyone in my way." He responds before standing, "Besides I have my daggers and-"

Daemon moved faster lightning as he threw his dagger through the flap of the tent. Hearing a thud and a grunt Dany quickly stood from her tub in all her glory. Missandei quickly placed a robe over Daenerys' naked body and Irri handed her her dagger. Both twins pulled back the flaps revealing a man in Unsullied armor with a dagger lodged into the leather armor and a sack next to him.

"Remove that helm and tell us who you are," Daenerys demanded, "Now." She pointed her dagger at him threateningly.

"I'd listen to her if I were you." Daemon added as the man stood and removed the Unsullied helm revealing himself to be Daario Naharis.

"Daario Naharis." Daemon said with a glower, "Irri, Jhiqui gather our council and inform them of our intruder." He ordered.

"Yes, Qoy Khal." They both bowed their heads before leaving the tent.

"What do you want?" Dany demanded.

"You." The captain replied.

"Sent here to kill us." Daemon scoffed, "I admit I commend you for breaking into our camp but you lack the skill necessary to get past me."

"I agree." Daario replied, "No one in the Second Sons has the proper skill set to best a master assassin such as yourself."

"You knew you would be captured." Daenerys realized, "Why come knowing you'd be stopped?"

"To pledge my service to you." He answered.

"And what do your colleagues have to about that?" The queen asked.

"Ask them yourself." He replied before emptying the sack allowing two heads to roll on the floor, "Gifts for the last dragons."

"Mero and Prendahl." Daemon kicked the heads to reveal their faces, "Can't say I'll mourn them much. Why have you done this?"

"We have physiological differences." He answered.

"Over what?" Dany asked.

"Your beauty." He said before getting a glare from Daemon, "It meant more to me than it did to them."

"Does it mean more to you than your life?" Daemon threatened.

Daario smirked at the king, "Very much so."

"Is this display supposed to prove yourself?" Dany asked skeptically, "Murdering your own comrades?"

"They ordered me to kill you I said no and they disagreed." He replied simply, "They said I didn't have a choice, and I said 'I am Daario Naharis I always have a choice.' They drew their blades and I drew mine."

Daemon and Daenerys exchanged a look, a silent conversation. Daario looked at the two curiously before the two pairs of violet eyes turned back to him, "Draw your sword." Daenerys ordered.

Daario drew his arakh.

"Kneel down and swear yourself to our service." Daemon ordered sternly.

Daario kneeled and spoke, "My sword is yours. My life is yours. My heart is yours. My blood, my body, my Second Sons you own them all. My king, my queen." He bowed his head, "I live and die at your command."

"Then live and fight for us tonight." Daenerys said.

"Tonight?"

Daemon smirked, "Yes, tonight."


At dawn, Daenerys was surrounded by her council who was absolutely livid. She had just informed them of the new development involving Daario Naharis' pledge of loyalty. They seemed tentatively accepting of this but all hell broke loose when she informed them that Daemon infiltrated the city with the captain.

"Your Grace, we must assume that the king had been taken, prisoner." Whitebeard said, "Allow me to go and-"

"Khaleesi for all we know the king may already be dead." Jorah stated, "We must press the attack now."

"Enough!" She finally snapped, "Daemon and I made this decision together as King and Queen. You are our council and we respect your opinions but they are just that, opinions. Our word is final and we make the final decisions is that clear?" She asked sternly. Jorah, Arstan, Grey Worm, Groleo and Missandei remained silent, "Is. That. Clear?" She repeated.

"Yes, Your Grace." They all said.

"Glad that that's all settled."

Everyone turned to find Daemon approaching with Daario Naharis in tow. Walking around the war table he came to Daenerys' side and gave her a grateful smile. He turned back to Naharis and nodded got him to approach the table. The captain stepped between Grey Worm and Whitebeard with a smile before he turned towards the king.

"As the Queen has already told you, Daario Naharis killed Mero and Prendahl and pledged his service to us along with the Second Sons." Daemon explained and everyone nodded, "Now you will know what we did. Daario lead me through a back gate into the city and in the dead of night, we used the back street to infiltrate their wine cellars."

"How can you be sure this will work, Your Grace?" Jorah asked.

"We told their envoy that we would give them until the morning before we attack. The Wise Masters are going to be nervous, scared and they're going to need something to ease their nerves." Daario explained.

"This way we can be sure to kill the masters without hurting their children." Daenerys states, "We will make a show of it. The Unsullied will march and the Dothraki will race around on their stallions."

"Then if it becomes a battle the Second Sons will attack from the rear as we charge. Anyone seen throwing down their weapons will be spared." Daemon ordered and Jorah, Grey Worm, and their Bloodriders nodded in confirmation, "Even if the poisoning doesn't work we can easily best them on the field. Either way, we will come out victorious."

"May the gods are kind." Whitebeard sighed.

"Grey Worm, Jorah prepare the Unsullied." Daemon ordered and the two men nodded.

"Blood of my Blood, prepare the horde to ride." Dany ordered in Dothraki and their bloodriders nodded with anxious smirks. She then turned to their admiral, "Groleo tell the other captains to prepare to tighten ranks we can't have a single ship leave the city to warn Meereen."

"Yes, my queen." Groleo nodded before he left the tent as well.

"And what of my, Your Graces." Whitebeard asked.

"You and Belwas will protect the Queen whilst I lead the charge." Daemon said.

"No, you will not." Daenerys objected, "You've been up all through the night and haven't gotten any rest."

"I must agree with the Queen, Your Grace." Whitebeard commented, "It is too large a risk."

Daemon was about to object before he let out a yawn, "Very well, I'll signal the attack nothing more."


There was no battle. With the might of the Unsullied and Dothraki barring down on them as well as the Second Sons drawing their blades on them the slave of army of Yunkai surrendered. They threw down their blades and kneeled. They didn't stay on their knees for long as they were escorted away from the field and to the Targaryen camp where they were freed.

Shortly after the gates were open a white flag of surrender waving from atop the walls. The Unsullied entered the city and took the few masters that were left captive. They struck the chains of all who once called slaves and freed them. Once that was all said and done they pulled the army back allowing the former slaves to collect themselves.

Whilst they waited they asked Whitebeard to tell them more of Westeros, of their mother, and of Rhaegar. He recited how Rhaegar was nearly unbeatable during tourneys save for a time another knight knocked him off his horse. How he was a great fighter but did not love violence as the Usurper or Kingslayer did. Whitebeard said that their eldest brother played the harp and sang.

Then came the sensitive subject of the Tourney of Harrenhal, "That's where Rhaegar crowned the Stark girl as the queen of love and beauty even though his wife was there." She sipped her wine, "What wrong did Princess Elia do to Rhaegar to humiliate her so?"

Daemon saw that Whitebeard was puzzled by this as well, "I cannot speak for Prince Rhaegar's heart, my queen. However, I can say that Princess Elia was a fair, gentle, and gracious lady. Though her health made her delicate and caused difficulties with both of her pregnancies." Whitebeard answered.

"Viserys never spoke much of their children." Daemon stated draping over his black lion pelt over his shoulder, "Only that they were murdered by the Mountain and that our father removed Rhaegar and his children from the line of succession."

"That is unfortunately true, Your Grace." The old man confirmed.

"Viserys would blame me for being born to late. He would say that if I was older Rhaegar would've married me and would have no need for the Stark girl, that I could've made him happy." Dany pulled her white pelt tighter over her shoulders.

"Perhaps but Prince Rhaegar didn't have it in him to be happy."

Daemon chuckled, "You make him sound miserable."

"Not quite miserable, your grace, Prince Rhaegar. . ." The old squire paused trying to find the words, "Prince Rhaegar had a sense of doom."

"It was Summerhall, yes? He was born amongst the tragedy." Daemon said. Viserys only spoke about it once.

"Yes. Yet it was his favorite place. He would go there from time to time with only his harp as his companion. He never allowed the Kingsguard to accompany him. The prince liked to sleep amongst the moon and stars in the ruined hall. When he would return he come back with songs about twilight, stars, and moonlight."

"Strange, finding solace in a place where such a tragic event happened." Dany commented.

Whitebeard chuckled, "Prince Rhaegar did many strange things."

The sudden screech of Drogon caught their attention. Looking up heard the hooves of horses against the ground fast approaching, "They've come back!" Dany exclaimed.

They were about to leave the tent before Jorah burst through the flaps of the tent, "The slaves have begun to flood out of the city."

"Bring us our horses!" Daemon ordered.

Riding out to the open field around the city they found the sea of former slaves. They looked lost and afraid. But when one caught sight of them the rest followed. Soon thousands of eyes were on them silently. The two dismounted from their horses so they could meet them eye to eye.

Following them closely their counsel joined them. Dismounting from their horses they came to their king and queen's side. Missandei stepped forward loudly announced, "This is Daemon and Daenerys Targaryen, Father and Mother of Dragons, Breakers of Chains. To them, you owe your freedom!"

Dany quickly caught her arm, "No." She said softly before she stepped forward and spoke in Valyrian, "You do not owe us your freedom! We cannot give it to you! It is not our to give!" She loudly declared, "It yours to take. You must take it back for yourselves!"

Dany glanced back at Daemon who stepped to her side, "You cannot expect freedom to be granted to you! You have to fight for it yourselves! Every one of you!"

Silence followed before a single little girl reached for them, "Mhysa!"

Then a man exclaimed, "Varsar!"

Then they call exclaimed 'mhysa' 'varsar' 'mhysa'! Louder and louder they roared 'myhsa' varsar'. They grew so loud that they spooked the horses. They slowly began to approach them but the line of Unsullied pointed their spears at them. Daemon put a hand on Grey Worm's shoulder, "Stand down."

"What are they saying?" Daenerys asked.

"It is Old Ghiscari, my queen, mhysa means mother and varsar means father." Missandei explained.

"They won't hurt us." Dany said before she walked between two Unsullied.

Daemon quickly followed her into the crowd. They met halfway and the people raised their hands to them touching their skin, clothes and letting their fingers flow through their silver hair. Dany would glance back at Daemon with such a smile he hadn't seen her with for a long while. He returned it before they were lifted off the ground.

"Mother, father, mother, father!" They chanted.