The Blue Wolf

by choejhulkp9

What if? What if events before Robert's Rebellion and the end of the Targaryen line occurred differently? What if Lyanna Stark did have some feelings for Robert and it led to them laying together before she met Rhaegar? What if she was pregnant when they went to the Tower of Joy in Dorne? These small changes have large repercussions. The Blue Wolf is born and he will Howl with Fury

4. Change is hard

Here is Chapter 4 of the Blue Wolf. William's decision to kill the Masters of Astapor and free the Unsullied and the slaves has marked a crucial chapter in his future. Named the Breaker of Chains and William the Conqueror, he'll have to work overtime to make sure that slavery doesn't come back to Astapor and show former slaves and former masters a new way of living that doesn't involving the selling of people. He'll turn Astapor and the other cities of Slaver's Bay into something different. Luckily, he has some experience in the running and economics of a city, but it won't be easy. Not to mention, he has the unfortunate luck of dealing with an angry Dothraki horde and assassins a plenty. Enjoy!

Changing the world is never easy

End of the year of 294 AC: Astapor, Slaver's Bay

It had been a few days since Will and the Unsullied killed the ruling masters and freed the slaves. He effectively changed the landscape of the entire city and the lives of the native people. All the ruling masters and slavers were killed without question when he had taken over the city. The remaining upper and middle-class citizens were left alone, and no harm came to them. All the freed slaves had their chains removed and were given new clothes and the care they needed. He had the Unsullied stationed around the city at the moment to keep the peace while he worked out his next move. That was finding a leader for the Unsullied army and begin the training of the 5,000 recruits in training along with a City Watch like force to keep the city safe and enforce new laws.

He and Missandei were in the old training area that Kraznys used to show him the Unsullied to meet with the senior officers and pick a leader or general. Ser Arthur Dayne, Hundred Eyes, Gendry, Edric, Hercules and the others were standing guard outside. "Is this all of them?" Will asked.

"Yes, your grace. These are the senior officers." Missandei told him. Standing before them were 24 of the Unsullied senior officers in the army.

"You have all be thrown into this life without choice and forced into the armor of the Unsullied. You have trained under the whip of the master but today you stand before and your fellow men with the freedom of choice and I'm honored you have chosen to follow me. I understand that you have selected a leader among you." Will spoke in Valyrian as the Unsullied stepped aside to reveal their leader. "Please step forward and remove your helmet."

The Unsullied took a few steps forward and stabbed his spear into the ground before removing his helmet to reveal a young man probably a few years older than William himself standing before him. "This one has the honor."

"What is your name?" Will asked.

"Grey Worm." Grey Worm replied.

"Grey Worm?" Will wondered why that was his name and looked to Missandei to fill in the blanks.

"All Unsullied boys are given new names when they are cut. Grey Worm, Red Flea, Black Rat. Names that remind them what they are: vermin." She told him.

Hearing that, William was extra glad he killed all the masters. "From this day forward, you will choose your own names. You will tell your fellow soldiers to do the same. Throw away your slave names and reclaim the name your parents gave you or any other you desire. A name that gives you pride and honor."

"Grey Worm gives me pride. It is a lucky name. The name this one was born with was cursed. That was the name he had when he was taken as a slave. But Grey Worm is the name this one had the day William the Conqueror of House Baratheon set him free." Grey Worm replied.

"Then let it be known that it is my honor to fight alongside all of you from this day forward. And I will not order you to commit any act that would bring dishonor to you or that I would not be willing to do myself. On this you have my word." He promised them. "Grey Worm, I want you to organize Unsullied at the various gates and focal points of the city to keep the peace. Until we can organize a city watch, the Unsullied will protect the people. Select four of your leaders and fighters and I want the recruits to begin their training."

"Yes, your grace." Grey Worm replied before putting his helmet back on and marching away with the other Unsullied.

"Missandei, would you be able to arrange a meeting with the anointed heads of the freed slaves. There are several matters that need to be discussed." Will said.

"Of course, your grace." Missandei replied as they walked out of the area and were rejoined by the various members of Will's party.

"Ser Dayne, converse with Lord Dondarrion, Umber and the others. I want them involved in the training of the Unsullied and with the new City Watch of Astapor." Will told him.

"About that, your grace. Those lords would like a word with you about your…decision regarding this city." Dayne told him.

"I figured they would. I'll meet them in the meeting room at the palace which by the way, remind me that we need to repurpose the building for the city's council, Missandei." Will added.

"Yes, your grace." Missandei replied.

"City council?" Hercules asked.

"I didn't free the slaves just so I could take over a city and rule a people that I have no cultural tie to. These people need to be ruled by their own. That's what I plan to do in my time here. Not only improve their lives but make it so that slavery won't come back." Will explained.

"That seems like a tall order." Autolycus bluntly put it. "This place and the rest of Slaver's Bay have been havens for slavery for centuries. It's embedded in the ground. Just because you killed the masters that resided here doesn't mean everyone else won't try and change things back."

"Fair enough, Autolycus. That's why I have the Unsullied." Will replied.

They made it back to the palace which used to be the home of the masters of the Unsullied who were the richest in the entire city. Now, it was being used as the temporary residence for Will and his group while he was in the city. Will walked into a large ornamental gold and jeweled room that was once the area where the slavers…entertained themselves. It had been stripped down to its bare essentials. The only thing left in the room were chairs and tables littered with maps and books that was being used as the central meeting room. All items of gold, jewels, and items of worth in that room and the entire palace was split evenly among the entire city's population with the remainder going into the city's coffers. Normally you'd think that wouldn't be a lot, but these slavers really wanted to show off their wealth.

Inside the room were Lord Dondarrion, Umber, Karstark, and Glover. They were the high lords who stuck around on Will's journey after the Summer Isles but were understandably concerned about what the prince was doing and wanted to talk. "My lords." Will greeted them as he walked in with Missandei and Ser Arthur Dayne by his side. "Please sit."

The four lords sat down around a large round table as Will sat down across from them. "Thank you for seeing us, my prince." Lord Dondarrion said.

"Of course. No trouble at all." Will told them. "I understand that you all have issues with my decision regarding this city so I'm here to listen."

"Your grace, there aren't issues per say." Dondarrion assured him, not wanting to offend him.

"Please, Lord Dondarrion there is no need to tiptoe around the subject. You've all decided to travel with me of your own volition so you all deserve to raise any questions or concerns that you might have. No need for silver tongued word play. Say what you mean." Will encouraged them.

"Fair enough. What in the name of the old gods do you think you're doing here?" Lord Umber asked. The other lords looked at him funny while Will just chuckled.

"From what I've heard about House Umber from my uncle, it's nice to know the stories are true." Will replied. "Well, Lord Umber…I would like to think my actions the past few days are self-explanatory. The masters and slavers are dead and the people they enslaved are set free."

"So, you consider yourself a conqueror?" Lord Karstark asked.

"I'd like to think of myself more as a revolutionary." He replied.

"What they mean is why? Why do all of this?" Lord Glover asked.

"My prince, your role is back in the Seven Kingdoms learning to rule and be king one day yet here you are in Essos in Slaver's bay starting a revolution. What do you hope to accomplish? Are you planning to add Astapor into the fold of Westeros because I'm not sure how the rest of the continent will like that?" Lord Dondarrion asked.

"Those are very good questions, Lord Dondarrion and I'm being truthfully honest that I don't have the answer to all of them. No one would in my position." Will admitted. "But I'm doing what I feel to be right."

"That's it?" Smalljon Umber asked, thinking the prince was a few pieces short of a full Cyvasse set.

"What do you see when you look out those windows?" Will asked, walking over to see out into the port city.

"Walls? Houses? The sea?" They all replied.

"What I see is a city that needs help." Will told them. "All of you were on the ships when I came here for good reason so none of you saw what I did but the masters and slavers got what they deserved."

"You'll hear no arguments from us here." Harion Karstark commented.

"And you did that. Those bastards are dead, some of them by our hands so why are we still here?" Smalljon asked.

"Despite how easy it may seem, conquering a city and ruling it are two very different things. Granted I don't have a lot of experience, but history tends to be a good teacher and archivist." He informed them. "I love my father, faults and all. You've fought beside him in the war against King Aerys, so you know he is a proven warrior and leader. I'd like to believe I inherited the best parts of the warrior he was."

"I believe so, my prince." Lord Dondarrion told him.

"But just conquering this city won't really change things for the better. I pack up and leave and then what? The city would be thrown into a panic with no one to help them and I won't save these people just to let them suffer a fate that could potentially be even worse. So, I'm staying to help them and help this city turn into something better." Will told them, looking at the gold statue of the harpy on a nearby pillar. "That harpy is a reminder of the atrocities put on these people dating back to the time of the Ghiscari Empire. A harpy rearing to take you in its talons and slap those manacles on you. Now, those manacles are broken and the first city in Slaver's Bay is set free."

"Now what? Do we just sit here with out thumbs up our asses?" Smalljon Umber asked.

"No. After you free a city that has its roots and economy in slavery, you need to fill that void with something else." Will told them. "I understand your grievances my lords, I do but my decision has been made. I intend to stay in Slavery's Bay until the three cities are free and ensure that no child ever finds chains wrapped around their neck again. Every part of this journey has been voluntary. If any of you wish to head back to Westeros than a ship can be arranged to take you back with your share of the treasure we've collected. Let everyone know that if they wish to leave then they can do so. I'm hoping a few of you will choose to stay to help me with this city but the choice is yours."

Will bid them goodbye for now as he, Missandei, and Ser Arthur Dayne moved into another room where the anointed heads of the newly freed slaves were waiting for them. Rather than the dirty and beaten slaves dressed in rags and metal collars around their necks, they were dressed in clean clothes and were visibly doing better. "Your grace." They all bowed their heads, but Will immediately stopped them.

"Please, there is no need for that." He replied in Valyrian. "I'm not your king or your prince."

"But you saved us from the master's so we should treat you as such." One of them said.

"And I'll continue to tell you there is no need. You never need to bow your heads to anyone unless you choose to." Will said as he gestured them all to sit around a table. "Thank you for coming here today. I'm sure you're wondering why I did, and I want to let you all know my intentions to help you and Astapor to the best of my ability?"

"Help? Help us how?" The freed slave known as Raxa asked. He was a dark-skinned former body slave and guard to one of the masters that Will killed.

"I have no right to rule over any of you. I am a foreign prince from another continent and despite the moniker I've earned, I don't plan to conquer this city as my own. This city should be led by the people who live here and who want to see it become something better. You have been selected as the anointed leaders of the recently freed citizens of this city so Astapor's council should include you." Will explained.

"So, you shall leave us?" Quasa asked. A dark-skinned woman who was a former body slave to one of the slavers who trained the Unsullied.

"Not yet. I'll stay here and help you rebuild this city and keep it safe. I killed the masters and freed everyone, so I don't plan to let that happen again. I have some experience in governing a city, so I am here to help and pass on my knowledge to all of you. Now, shall we begin?" Will asked and they all nodded.

He spent the rest of the day helping them and getting everything set up for establishing the Astaporian city council. They started with minor things like creating a standard system of rules and laws that all denizens and visitors of the city need to abide by with plans to retrofit the former slave cells for prison cells. Will stressed immediately that if things were really going to get better than these rules needed to be followed by everyone. He also explained that he would be bringing in other people in the city on the council such as T'szaar Eras, head of the merchant's guild, and other citizens of the city who weren't former slaves like the others. That idea wasn't popular with the rest of the council. Given they were former slaves it was understandable, but Will stressed if they really wanted to rebuild the city then the council needed to include everyone.

After a clear set of laws and rules were established, Will informed them of forming a local police force/militia to keep the peace as well as defend the city. He also called in Cedric to help start up a centralized learning center for the former slaves that would help them in their education and give them better skills for their future. It would start with simple things like reading, writing and speaking and could eventually have specialized classes for certain trades but the main goal was to get the classes started first. Quasa gave him a list of former slaves who were tutors to children. They would be the perfect start for the schools which would start in a few days once the logistics were ironed out.

After that was decided, Will informed them that they needed to settle on Astapor's economy. With the Slave trade and Unsullied training gone, Astapor would need something new to fill its coffers with coin and he already had an idea. Given its location in Essos, Astapor could be the perfect trade hub city in this part of the world. Any and all trade ships that were heading east to Volantis and even Westeros stopped here first for supplies for the long journey which meant it was in the prime location for increased trade. Will was already using his contacts with his own personal trade guilds back in Westeros and the branches all over Essos to bolster and stimulate trade in Astapor and get the word out. Plus, his recent relationships in the Summer Isles also added to the appeal as they had various goods that were prized in Astapor. While that was focused on the port, they also planned to expand eastward and in the surrounding area. Astapor was at the mouth of the meandering stream to the east which made it perfect for fishing and the hills to the south and west would be perfect for farming and growing food. Given Will's past experience in helping farmers tend to harsh areas, that wouldn't be a problem for much longer. All in all, it was a good step forward.

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The next morning, Will woke up bright and early to speak with the remaining wealthy class of the city about the plans for Astapor and the its expansion. The mood and mindset were a little harder to discern as these people weren't masters or tied directly to the slave trade but still felt unsure about a foreigner essentially redesigning their city. They were apprehensive, to put it nicely…but open minded. Their profits weren't exactly hampered by his actions and if things played right, they even sought to gain more. Plus, Will mentioned that slavery had been outlawed in the Seven Kingdoms for years and he was richer than most of the Masters. Hopefully…the temporary peace would stick once the city settled.

Will was taking a break, which actually meant he was working with Cedric and Missandei on the layouts for the schools he was designing. They had met with the former tutors and explained the idea and they seemed to be open to it. Given that these slaves taught their whole lives and now would get paid for it, it was an enticing offer. He was also speaking with the former builder slaves and working out the finer points of building a mason guild like he did back in King's Landing. They would take in former slaves who had no discernable talents and train them to be masons to help with building projects in and around the city from expanding the ports to helping cultivate the farming land to the south which they already started, and their first batch of farming tools and new water aqueducts were being built as we speak along with animal pens and ranges for livestock. This would keep him and council busy for the foreseeable future.

It was now midday and Will was in one of the former fight pits to help train Astapor's city militia. They were in the Douquor Pit which once housed bloody fights of slaves to the death would now be used to train former slaves into defenders of their city. Will was in his usual attire of boots, grey trousers, a white tunic with his dark blue jacket over that. His belt of throwing knives around his waist, his two Valyrian steel daggers holstered in his boots, and his Valyrian steel bastard sword Storm's Wrath holstered over his left hip. His bow and Wolf's Fang were back in his room. Carrying around two swords was a little uncomfortable and something he'd have to get used to. Ser Arthur Dayne, Missandei, Hundred Eyes, Gendry, Edric, and Hercules group were with him and waiting for their first recruits with a small group of Unsullied around as security. The pit itself was an arena where slave fighters fought to the death while people cheered on in the stands.

Spartacus and his group of fighters walked into the area first, dressed in nice clothes and armor for the men and several women along with various swords and weapons they armed themselves with.

"Spartacus. I hope you and your people have rested and recovered." Will shook his hand and Spartacus shook back.

"We have. You have our thanks." Spartacus replied.

"Why are we here?" Crixus asked, not happy where they.

"Straight to the point, I admire that. I imagine many of you have been in pits similar to this from your time enslaved but please put those thought out or your mind. What you're looking at is the training grounds for the Astaporian militia." Will told them.

"Militia?" Agron asked.

"The people of this city must rule over themselves, but I will do whatever I can to help. The first thing in our long list of duties is to form a force to enforce the laws and keep the citizens of this city from internal and external threats. That is what we're here to do, to help train them. Many of you were former pit fighters, trained to fight for entertainment by the masters but now I offer you the chance to help me train these men of your own volition." Will said.

"You want us to train these men into pit fighters?" Gannicus asked.

"No, I wish you to help me train these volunteers to fight and defend themselves and others." Will explained.

"Train them? We're not soldiers." Spartacus reminded him.

"No, but your warriors and I cannot think of a better force to defend a city of former slaves than by men who were former pit fighters." Will said, explaining his logic. "We shall be helping as well. Hercules and I have experience in leading men and the Unsullied shall help in their training. Pit fighters, knights from Westeros, warriors of Athens, and the Unsullied shall train a fierce force dedicated to defending this city."

All of them thought over the offer for a moment and it was very enticing. Spartacus then stepped forward to speak on behalf of his people. "You freed us from bondage and death and gave us freedom and choice. You helped us when no one else would. I shall do the same." Spartacus held out his hand and Will shook it. "It would be my honor."

"No, the honor would be mine." Will replied. "Show them how free warriors fight."

Soon enough, the arena was filled with their first batch of recruits, over 300 easily with rumors of more to join up. Even some women wanted to join and while some tried to whisk them away, the training for the militia was not organized for just the men. Will told them if anyone of age desired to train and fight then they could join.

The 300 recruits stood in the arena in rows before Will and the trainers. Will walked by the men and women and all of them had been former slaves. They were dressed in simple clothing of tunics and pants and many had faces of fear or worry which was anticipated but many looked ready.

"All of you standing here today in this arena…now stand as a pivotal moment for the stories and tales to be told from this day forward. This day will be known as the moment when free men and women rallied together to help defend their fellow free men!" Will shouted and everyone cheered. Gendry and Edric smiled as they saw their older brother really shine in a leadership role. "This arena you stand in was once a place where men bound against their will fought against one another to the death for the amusement of others. Men robbed of choice and taken from their families. Now, their memory shall be honored by training freed people in the defense of this city. Spartacus!"

Spartacus stepped forward to address the recruit. "What lies beneath your feet?!"

The recruits were confused at the question until one spoke up. "Sand."

"Wrong. Crixus!" Spartacus shouted and Crixus stepped forward.

"Scared ground, watered with tears of blood." He replied.

"Blood from our fallen brothers. I was like you once. A slave whipped and beaten by the masters yet here I stand now a free man because of William the Conqueror. He gave us freedom and a choice, and I use mine to ensure no one shall endure the pain of chains ever again in this city and to protect it. From now on, this sand shall be watered with the sweat and tears of freedom!" Spartacus shouted and everyone cheered. Spartacus drew his sword and joined them before pointing it at Will and crossing his free arm over his chest in salute.

"Let us begin." Will said and the training commenced.

The three hundred recruits were split into smaller groups of 50 so the training could be more hands on. They were all trained in various combat arts by different people. Will and Ser Arthur worked with men on their sword skills and forms while Grey Worm and his Unsullied trained them in the shield and spear. Hercules and his group trained them in group tactics and Spartacus brought their training together in practice fights. It was beyond slow going at first since none of them had ever swung a sword, case in point…

Hercules and his group were training a group of fifty in shield tactics. The group all were armed with shields and were going to learn to fight together as one.

"In war, there is one thing more important than killing. Surviving. My companions and I will show you how to stay alive, so that you can return home to your loved ones in one piece." Hercules spoke as Missandei translated. "Autolycus."

"Shield wall, form!" He shouted and Missandei translated. The men lazily grouped together to form a shield wall and once they were together, Tydeus dropped his axes and charged. The shield wall was supposed to stop them, but he barreled right through them with ease.

"Corpses, every last one of you. Because your shield wall was weak. Dead…dead…very dead." Hercules said. "Remember when attacked, lock your feet in the ground. When a shield wall is strong, nothing can defeat it. You must learn to work together, react together. When you do, each individual will become a link in a chain that will be stronger than iron."

Hercules finished his speech before walking over to Autolycus. "It's a good thing we're getting paid for this." The knife thrower said, and Hercules nodded. "All right. Today's lesson how to not stab yourselves."

The training continued for several hours until about midday for lunch. All the recruits were sore, tired, and their egos bruised but they were still eager to learn. They were all sitting in the sand, eating bowls of soup and bread. Will was walking pass, speaking with them and making sure they were all ok and no one was too injured to continue.

Hercules and the others watched the prince talk with them and show genuine care. "I don't think I've ever seen a prince willingly put himself into the position where he would be shoulder to shoulder with recruits yet here this one is training them." Autolycus commented.

"That's because there is no prince like him." Arthur told him. "Having second thoughts, Autolycus."

"So long as he continues to pay me as well as he does, I'll do whatever he tells me to do." The knife thrower replied, finishing his cup of water. "But if he plans to turn this sorry lot into an army then we'd best get comfortable."

Will walked back over to his men after talking to all the recruit. Ser Arthur Dayne handed him a cup of water and he drank it with gusto. "Other than some scrapes and bruises, they're fine. Tired but eager." Will said. "Which is good because they're in for a long road ahead of them."

"At least you're not delusional." Autolycus commented.

"None of them have ever even been near a sword before. You're lucky you have the Unsullied to keep the peace, but they will need more work." Hercules said.

"He's right. Even the training of the City Watch back in King's Landing took months." Dayne told him.

"Well, then it's a good thing there are several experienced warriors in our midst. We pass on everything we can, and this city will get better. I've already been informed that our trade talks with the Summer Isles and Westeros have been settled along with the ships coming in from the east so the ports and the city will see an increase in activity and profits plus the farmland to the south and east are being cultivated as we speak and farmers are already moving livestock to these areas. This city is moving in a better direction." Will told them.

"If you say so. I've never run a city. But do you have plans to arm and house all your new recruits?" Autolycus asked.

"I've already taken steps about that. I spoke to the smiths of the city and they're working on forging swords, shields, spears, and collaborating with the tailors to make armor." He replied.

"How are they going to get enough iron and steel for all that?" Atalanta asked.

"Most of it is being reforged from the chains and shackles the masters and slavers used." Will answered.

"Weapons of free slaves forged from shackles and chains…quite fitting." Amphiaraus said.

"The rest will wait until the ships from Westeros come in with more ore." Will explained.

"Your grace." Misssandei walked up to them with a rolled-up piece of parchment. "A message from King's Landing."

"Thank you, Missandei." Will took the parchment and saw the waxed seal of the Crowned Stag. "It would appear that my father has sent word, no doubt in response to my actions here."

"What does he have to say?" Gendry asked as Will opened up the parchment and read the words.

"Well?" Edric asked.

"Two voices are in this message. One from our father and the other from Lord Arryn. Lord Arryn questions my actions in Slaver's Bay and my ultimate goal. The king instead applauds my actions and my moniker…William the conqueror. I'm not sure how I feel now that it's sticking." Will said, rolling up the parchment. He'd write a letter back later. "But other than that, the ships with goods should be here in a fortnight. Once the recruits have had their food and enough rest, we'll continue their training."

"Great. More of a headache." Autolycus commented, eating a small piece of bread.

The training continued once the recruits ate and rested and it was still a poor display. They would need a lot of work. At the end of the day the recruits managed to get into the routine of sword techniques and movements, but they were sloppy. Their shield strength and tactics needed to be homed in after a lot more training, and their archery skills were non-existent. They had their work cut out for them, but Spartacus and his men had some training that they could put them through to get their bodies ready. All in all, a tiny, tiny step in the right direction. There was some good news as the schools would start tomorrow for the children and citizens of this city, the training in the mason guilds had started training new recruits and the new equipment was already being built.

Will was in his room in the palace, now home to the city council and various heads of the important branches of the city such as the mason, smith, farming, and trading guilds. Each one was given a separate room as a sort of headquarters for their departments to handle their day to day business. He finished writing a letter that was going to be sent to the Iron Bank of Braavos and started writing his letter back to his father and the Small Council.

His father applauded his son in killing the slavers and masters of Astapor, writing how proud he was of the warrior he raised and how he was just like him when he was younger. Stannis wrote that he was proud of what he did to the slavers but also mentioned he shouldn't have interfered in foreign politics. Varys wrote a small sentence of praise to the young prince, given his past as a former slaver and Renly just wrote to not get killed. Will wrote down that he wasn't coming back until his personal mission was done and he felt he was ready which he couldn't know but he promised to keep writing and to stay alive. He also noted about the possibility of Astapor being under the protection of the Crown or at the very least a protectorate city in a very limited sense. Will wouldn't control them at all, but they were under the protection of the Seven Kingdoms should Volantis or the master's try something. He wasn't sure how they would react to that.

[Knock-knock] Missandei opened the door slightly and showed herself. "Your grace, lord Glover would like a word." She told him.

"Of course, please send him in." Will said, putting his quill down as the young lord walked into the room. "Lord Glover, how can I help you?"

"I would just like to come and thank you for your company on this journey. I know you offered us to stay here for good reason, but I fear I must leave." He told him. "My father entertained the idea of me coming along on your trip, but I must return home. There are many duties I must attend to."

"Of course. As I've said several times before, every part of this journey is voluntary. I'll have Mr. Gibbs prepare the Black Pearl and the Dutchman to travel with you as escort, for you and any others who wish to return home along with their share of the spoils from this journey."

"Thank you, your grace." Gawen Glover bowed his head.

"I only ask one thing." Will walked over and took out a small booklet. "Please bring this to my uncle at Winterfell along with the coffers of coin and gold I'll send along."

"Of course, your grace. May I ask what plans warrant such money?" Gawen Glover asked, a little curious as to what the prince had planned.

"Plans of improvement and restoration to the North. All my plans and details are in the booklet." Will explained. "The North is the largest region in the Seven Kingdoms yet also remains the hardest to maintain. I would see that change. I may have never set foot there but as the home of my mother and forefather I would see it restored as best as it can be, and fortune elevated. My uncle is warden of the north so these matters should be shared with him. Roads paved, towns and businesses expanded and coin to follow suit. Including the restoration of Moat Caillin and expansion of the coastal cities to bring trade. All information and tasks are listed in the booklet and the coin to fund them. Tell my uncle I wished these endeavors to begin as soon as possible."

"Yes, your grace." Gawen Glover replied.

"Thank you for accompanying me on my journey this far, lord Glover. I wish you good fortunes in the future and for the north." Will said.

"Thank you, your grace. When do you plan to return?"

"Unsure at the moment but I will one day." Will smiled as the young lord bowed his head and left.

"Will there be anything else, your grace?" Missandei asked.

"No, Missandei. Get some rest and I'll see you in the morning." Will bid her goodnight as he got back to work.

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The next morning, Will was in the fields and hills to the southeast where the farmland was being tended to, the streams were being fished and livestock were grazing on grass. He woke up early and did some training in the nearby hills and wooded areas along with Orys. Spartacus and his men were training the militia recruits while Will and his group were outside the city. Now, he was helping some masons and farmers finish the fences for the livestock. He and Gendry lifted a large down beam and placed it down on the wooden post while Edric and a mason nailed it into place. Ser Arthur and Lord Umber helped at another fence post while Hercules pushed the newly built plough through the dirt to prepare it for planting. Will wiped his forehead and smiled at seeing how well the farming was going with the tools he had helped invent all those years ago. The group kept working until everything was finished around midday and stopped for a meal.

Will finished his piece of bread and saw everyone seemed very happy. The farmers and former slaves were conversing with others and telling jokes after some hard work and it seemed like things might get better. A cup of tea was held in front of his face by Hundred Eyes.

"A pleasant cup of tea to help soothe the nerves after hard days work." He spoke and Will happily accepted the cup and took a sip.

"Things are getting better, right Sifu?" Will asked, curious what his master thought.

"Still doubting yourself, my prince?" Hundred Eyes asked, chuckling at how this was becoming a common theme with him.

"I just want to know that I'm doing the right thing." Will said.

"In Freedom, you must feel the blowing wind and follow whichever direction it takes you. This path is yours to take. Follow what you believe, and it shall never lead your astray." Hundred Eyes told him. "And for the record, I believe you are doing an admirable thing my prince, but it will only get harder from here."

"Then it's a good thing I have a good teacher to help guide me." Will said and Hundred Eyes smiled back.

"And guide you I shall to the best of my ability." The old monk replied when a young child ran up to his father with a rock. From the look of their conversation it seemed to be something important or at the very least something interesting. The man got up and walked over to them.

"My prince. My son was in the hills and came upon these odd rocks at the edge of our farm." He said, handing it to Will so he could look it over.

"What's going on?" Arthur asked as he walked over.

"They found something in the hills." Will looked it over and it seemed very familiar, but he couldn't put a finger on it. It was a chunk of rock with flecks of crystals in it. "What does it look like to you?"

Arthur looked it over and by this point, the others had joined them. "A crystal of some sort."

Hercules took the small rock and looked it over. After a few seconds, he knew what it was. "It's diamond."

"Diamond?" Will asked as Autolycus instantly took the rock to get a look for himself. "Are you sure?"

"I've been around enough cities and lords to know a diamond when I see one. It looks that way because it hasn't been mined and polished but if you carefully chip away the rocks you'll be left with a diamond." Hercules said.

"So, a random diamond rock was found in the hills?" Edric asked.

"No, if this was found nearby then that means a diamond reserve is nearby." Hercules explained.

"Looks like fortune favors you, my prince." Hundred Eyes said.

"Perhaps." Will looked at the boy. "Take us to where you found it."

The boy led them over to the edge of the farmland where he found the rock. They moved up the hill area where the boy said he found the rock, so they began looking. There wasn't anything to find until Gendry noticed the soil turn to stone and rock as he approached the southern edge and the hill descended. He kept moving and the hill turned into a cave in the middle of the slope. 1000 meters down a slope you would be met with flat plain, rock cliffs and crashing water but this cave seemed to be birthed from the ground.

"Over here!" Gendry shouted and everyone came over and saw the cave.

One of the farmers rushed back to get a torch and returned quickly so they could explore, and the cave went deep underground. They looked and saw the cave walls adorned with gems of various colors and as they continued their path more gems and crystals appeared.

"Is this what I think it is?" Gendry asked.

"It is." Will told him, shining the torch to the wall and marveling at the various gems.

"It's been here this entire time, yet no one knew?" Iolaus was in wonder at what he saw. "How is that possible?"

"Because the masters ruled this city and they were only concerned with the dealing of slaves. They were content in their walls." Will explained. "Astapor will no longer be just a port city…but now one of gems as well. We have work to do."

Will went to the Astaporian council to inform them of his find and to say they were shocked is an understatement. That added onto the other list of things they needed to work on, but it filled all of them with joy. The former slaves were excited at the thought of future fortune and so were the non-former slaves of the council. They quickly got to work on conversing with the masons, smiths, and jewelers of the city on what they would need to mine from the cave and to getting everyone prepared for that work.

The next day, Will was walking with Missandei and Ser Arthur through the city to go see Cedric and then oversee the Unsullied training. He was dressed in his usual garb, throwing knife belt, two Valyrian steel daggers in his boots, Storm's Wrath holstered around on his hip, and his Valyrian steel forearm guards and spikes. Cedric was spending his free time working with the smiths and masons of the city on building several new things, so it was time to pay him a visit. The city streets were busy with activity in the past few days which was a good thing. It gave them all something to keep occupied and move forward. Children ran through the streets playing, gifts and wares were traded, goods offloaded from ships and carried to market where eager patrons were waiting and general happiness could be felt. The Plaza of Pride that was once an open market for slavers to entice potential buyers was now filled with busy trade stalls and others of the like. Word had spread of the find of a gem mine nearby and it filled all with eager delight. Even former slave owners and upper-class of the city who lives were changed upon Will's arrival seemed in better moods. Music was being played and general good times were had.

As Will walked by, several people bowed to him and he bowed back. A young girl rushed over to him only to bring him over to her mother's stall that was selling cooked fish. He rubbed the girl's head and bought for him, Missandei, and Arthur before perusing the nearby jeweler who praised the gods of Will's arrival because he would soon be in good fortune. Will spoke with a few people both former slave and free men and some were a little dubious to his intent, even a little hostile, he kept his calm tried to appease them. Since they weren't slavers, he informed of them new financial endeavors in the city that would soon be made available such as the various trade guilds and the incoming gem mining before directing them to the former palace where the council would be happy to help them. Slowly and very slowly…he was changing minds, but it wasn't easy.

Will eventually arrived at Cedric's workshop, which wasn't his as he was working out of a smith's workshop at the moment. Cedric paid the man for the space and took in former slaves to train them in new skills and for labor. The confidante and friend was busy organizing the men in crafting something quite large on a table. It was a large metal and wooden ballista launcher with a metal crank on the left side.

"Ah, your grace. Forgive the state of the area. I've been rather busy the past few days." Cedric said, organizing some sheets of paper together.

"Think nothing of it." Will assured him. "You've gotten a lot of work done."

"Yes, very much so. The going was tough at first, but these fine men are quick learners and much has already been built." Cedric explained. "I've already constructed a siege catapult with the improved designed from Valyria and I'm currently working on the improved ballista system here."

"Excellent." Will said, looking over the ballista and cranking the handle which caused the gears in the war device to spin and pull the iron cable back to the notch point before another hit the trigger and released it.

"Some further tests are required but these should be ready soon." Cedric explained.

"Well done, Cedric. It would appear my gamble to venture through Old Valyria was fortuitous. We're using the improved farming techniques now along with the improved building tools." Will said.

"That is has, your grace." Cedric replied as he and Will noticed Missandei's confused look. "Worry not, my lady. The prince's venture to the isles of Old Valyria was without injury or harm to any man and bore fruitful gain. His Valyrian steel swords and the advance secrets among them."

"A cautionary trip but one that won't be repeated so worry not." Will assured her and she nodded. "How do you fair in the black powder development?"

"Excellent in that spot as well, your grace." Cedric showed him a design for a container which housed over 50 arrows all that had black powder fuses on them. "As we've seen the black powder is not just powerful explosive, more so than oil but also able to send projectiles flying if in the right conditions. This device will house fifty of them each with the black powder pipes that will send them flying in one general direction sending them farther than any conventional bow can."

"A longer range for arrows would prove to be very valuable in a battle." Will commented, excited about testing it out.

"And other improvements involve similar designs to the one you used to cripple the slaver ship. Small containers or even barrels filled with the powder and when lit would produce a great explosion. Also useful in clearing the rocks for the mining expedition." Cedric said.

"True but we should also tread carefully. I wouldn't want to risk a cave-in or anyone's life. We'll start small." Will said.

"Of course, your grace." Cedric replied.

"Excellent work, Cedric. I'm glad you've stuck with me." Will said and the old man smiled.

"Please your grace, the honor is all mine. Men as old as I am never know when their next adventure will come but with you…it's been one after another." He replied with a chuckle.

"And many more to come. You're too stubborn to die. Best of luck and let me know if you need anything." Will said as they bid their goodbyes and made their way over to the gate of the city where the Unsullied recruits were being trained in the vast open area outside the city. Outside the main gates to the city was just wide open area of sand and dirt that stretched for miles and the old Ghiscari road that led to Yunkai and then Meereen.

The five thousand Unsullied recruits were grouped up in their phalanx formations in groups of two hundred. The recruits had been trained in Unsullied tactics and weapons but had not yet complete their training and earned their spiked helmets, something Will was happy about because it saved countless babies from death. Will stood before the recruits with Grey Worm and Ser Arthur by his side along with Smalljon Umber, Harion Karstark, Lord Dondarrion and Thoros of Myr who along with a few of their men and followers decided to stay.

"Thank you for deciding to stay." Will said to them.

"Think nothing of it. You'd be dead without us." Smalljon joked which caused them to chuckle.

"And our presence would also do wonders to make sure you return alive." Lord Dondarrion told him.

"And I thank you all for such consideration. Now, to the task at hand. You all have experience leading men into combat. It's time we train the Unsullied in war tactics of Westeros." Will said and they all nodded. "Let us start with the recruits first."

"Unsullied!" Grey Worm pounded his spear into the ground and the recruits stood at attention.

"You have spent all your lives training to be Unsullied. Under the whips of masters and slavers to die for their causes. Yet here you stand as free men to train for a cause worthy of fighting for. To ensure the safety of the free people of Astapor and for the campaign against the rest of Slaver's Bay to free those that have been enslaved." Will told them. "We shall continue your training and new skills shall be honed!"

The training began and for hours, the Unsullied recruits were organized and informed of various new battle tactics. Their standard phalanx formation was traditionally their most effective one. They grouped together in rows and rows of men with their shields offering protection and their spears breaking up enemy charges. But it has its drawbacks as its flanks could be attacked and breached. So, they began working on adding in new formations for them to use in battle from the wedged formation to break through defenses, the Cannae tactic or weak center where the center was deliberately weakened and collapsed so the flanks would envelop. Besides battle formations, Will had Atalanta join him to train them in archery for long range support while also improving their close quarters combat skills with their short swords. Will even had plans to train some of them in stealth and scout tactics and possibly even a calvary portion. Grey Worm was instructed to pass on the training to all the Unsullied.

Once that was over, Will, Missandei and Ser Arthur began their trip back to the palace. They walked through the streets when eight men dressed in common clothes and leather armor appeared in their path. They all had weapons ranging from swords and shields, axes, and one was wielding a bow.

"Stay back." Will told the both of them as Ser Arthur Dayne got in front of Missandei and drew Dawn from its scabbard. "Get to safety!"

Will's shout in Valyrian sent the nearby civilians away so they wouldn't get caught in the fight. "So, who sent you? Was it the Masters of Yunkai and Meereen, slaver's of Volantis or has the Lioness decided to end me quickly?"

"It doesn't matter who sent us. All that matters is that you're a dead man walking." One of them said, rolling up his sleeves and unsheathing his sword.

"I don't suppose I can just bribe you all to walk away?" Will asked. "I am a prince so I can pay a pretty decent sum."

"We're already getting paid. Paid quite handsomely, I'm afraid." One of them said as he lecherously looked at Missandei. "Taking that girl from you will be just a bonus."

"Here's an ultimatum. Hand over your sword, the girl, and all your gold and we'll give you a quick death instead of the gruesome one we've been ordered to give." Another offered, drawing his sword out as well.

"Fuck. Protect Missandei." Will unsheathed Storm's Wrath from its scabbard as the bowman took aim. Will quickly moved to the side so the bowman adjusted his aim and released only for Will to roll forward so he missed. He flipped his sword into a reverse grip and parried an attack before slashing the assassin in the gut and then stabbing straight through his head. Will gave the assassins a glare before he ripped his sword up and cleaved the assassin's head in two. He walked forward and parried another attack before slicing the assassin in the gut and turning to block an axe. He stabbed the assassin in the leg and slashed his forearm spikes into the neck of the assassin, causing a torrent of blood to spill onto the ground.

He turned and parried another attack which allowed him to grab the assassin's hand, slash him across the face with Storm's Wrath and take the assassin's sword to slash him across the neck. Duel wielding the two swords, he blocked and sliced off the arm of another assassin before throwing the sword at the bowman and hitting him in the chest. He stalked over to the three remaining assassins who were beginning to realize they made a mistake in this job. The first once charged only for his attack to be parried and have Storm's Wrath impaled straight through his neck and unleash a flood of blood. Will pulled it out to block an attack and stab an assassin in the gut, taking the assassin's blade as his body dropped to the ground. The last assassin held up his large cleaving blade, undeterred about his compatriots demise. Will charged with a flurry of quick slashes and stabs before spinning and locking Storm's Wrath with the assassin's cleaver. Unfortunately for him, Will used the other blade to stab the assassin straight through the chest. He pushed his sword and impaled his body into a wall before doing a quick strike and decapitating the assassin with ease. (1)

Will flicked and spun his blade to clean some of the blood off it. He wiped the rest off using the shirts of one of the dead assassins. "Are you both all right?" Will asked.

"Yes, your grace. That was quite a spectacle." Missandei said, gracious for the defense.

"You are quite welcome. I promised that so long as you are in my service you shall be protected." Will told her. "Besides, they weren't much."

"You're right. They weren't the most skilled assassins." Ser Arthur said. "They were more like lamb to the slaughter. Clearly whoever sent them after you didn't pay enough."

"Clearly." Will commented when he saw a glint on a rooftop. "MOVE!"

He pushed Ser Arthur out of the way and a small dart narrowly missed the both of them. Will quickly spun to his feet and crossed his sword with the vambrace on his left arm to block another dart. He glanced up at the roof and saw a hooded assassin so he threw a throwing knife that easily knocked the assassin's blow dart pipe away. Another throwing knife and the assassin front flipped off the roof and landed on the street. Missandei ran up behind Will and Ser Arthur held his sword up to defend himself. The three got a good look at the assassin and he was wearing black pants and boots, a white long sleeve shirt, a red and white striped jacket with a hood and gold stitching's on the frilled edges buckled in place by a harness. He had a long sword around his waist along with a dagger, two throwing knives in a chest belt and another knife in his boot. He had some kind of special vambrace on his left arm that was different than his right. (2)

Will couldn't see his face because the hood covered part of it and the sun shining down created a shadow over it. "Missandei, get back." Will told her and she did. Ser Arthur joined his prince at his side as Will spun his sword into reverse grip. "I'll give you the same option I gave the others. Leave now or die."

The Assassin didn't verbally respond and instead threw one of his throwing knives at them only for Will to deflect it. The assassin drew his sword as the two knights charged forward, attacking left and right in tandem and with great efficiency. Despite the two on one odds the assassin was easily able to keep up with them both. Blocking, parrying, or dodging their attacks. Will quickly leaned back to avoid a sword to the face and moved just in time as it skimmed past his chin. Arthur attacked with quick strikes to the torso and leg but the assassin deflected and spun on his knees to avoid being hit and kicked out the knight's legs. He brought his sword down only for Will to block and push him back.

Will lunged and swiped at the assassin's head but he dodged both and brought up his sword to block a swipe to the right, a spin slash to the left, and then another spin slash to the leg only for the assassin to lock swords with him. The sword lock was quickly broken as the assassin swiped and slashed that Will manage to block and followed up with his own spin slashes to the left and right and swipe to the head that was avoided. A fist hit him in the face and dazed him momentarily but he managed to bring his sword up and lock blades only for the assassin to push him into the wall. The swords inched to his throat so Will stabbed him in the side with his Valyrian steel dragonbone dagger. Will shoved him back and swiped with his sword while moving his dagger into reverse grip. Slashing and stabbing with both weapons as the assassin blocked them all. Will brought down Storm's Wrath in a powerful downward slash that the assassin blocked but the force caused him to buckle and dropped to a knee with the swords digging into his unarmored shoulder.

The assassin grit his teeth before pushing his blade away and spinning, slashing Will on the left leg. Will backed up and held up his dagger horizontally before crossing it with his sword. He charged forward in a lunge and swipe before putting his dagger into his sword hand in a reverse drip so he had a blade on both sides. He swipe and slashed to keep the assassin on the defensive before doing a quick sword twist and bringing down his arm behind him to stab the assassin in the side with his dagger only for a hidden blade to shot out of the assassin's open hand and block the blade. Will broke the lock and spun only for the assassin to slash him across the arm. The assassin charged forward in a flurry of attacks, using his sword and hidden blade that were blocked and parried. (3)

Will parried a downward slash and responded with one of his own that cleaved the assassin's blade in two. A kick to the chest sent him skidding back as Will wound up for a decapitating blow only for the assassin to tackle him into the wall and knock the sword and dagger out of his hands. The assassin punched him twice in the face before throwing him to the ground. Ser Arthur charged forward, throwing out a large cleaving swipe only to miss and be disarmed. He was punched in the face, chest, and then an open palm to the throat. The assassin reared back his hidden blade but leaned back to avoid a throwing knife to the head. Arthur fell onto his back, gasping his throat while the assassin refocused his attention on the prince.

Will threw out a throwing knife the assassin dodged and did it again only to miss. The assassin slashed with his dagger but Will managed to avoid both attempts before punching the man twice in the face, headbutting him and throwing him over his shoulder to the ground. A dagger swiped dangerously close to Will's face had he not taken a step back and dropped kicked the assassin in the face. Will did a kip up back to his feet as the assassin tackled him in the wall and reared his hand back, unsheathing his hidden blade. Will moved his head to the side just in time and the blade sunk into the wall behind him. A knee to the gut, elbow to the jaw, and a bone break to the assassin's elbow put the fight in his favor. Will pushed him back and punched him the gut and did a follow up palm strike to his face only for the assassin to grab him and run him into the wall but he used the momentum to do a wall flip. He landed behind the assassin and did a bone breaking stomp to his left knee, blocked a dagger to the side before twisting his wrist and throwing him to the ground.

Will got on top of the assassin and placed his right foot on the hidden blade and left knee on the assassin's chest before drawing his stiletto dagger and holding it to his throat. "Nice try." Will smirked. "Who sent you after me? Who do you work for? The gods as my witness I will kill you if you don't give me a name."

"My life is not yours to take and my secrets die with me. See you in hell." The assassin said before Will thrust his dagger into the assassin's jaw and up his skull in a sickening crunch.

"So be it." Will pulled out his dagger and wiped it clean on the assassin's torso. Ser Arthur got back to his feet and rubbed his throat. "Are you all right, Ser Arthur?"

"Yes, I'm fine." The old knight replied in a coarse voice. "My apologies, your grace that I could not be of more help. I'm your sworn shield yet could not defend you myself."

"It's fine, Ser Arthur. Your skills are more then enough to defend me on any other occasion but this one in particular…" Will got off the assassin's body and sheathed his dagger. "…this one is different. If it wasn't my training with Sifu I don't think any of us would have made it. This one is unique."

Will grabbed his sword and other dagger as the Unsullied entered the area. "Your grace, are you all right?" One of the men asked.

"Yes, I'm fine." He assured them as Missandei rushed over when she saw he was bleeding. "It's just a scratch. I've had worse."

"Still, we should get those looked at." Ser Arthur told him.

"In a moment." Will looked at the hidden blade device on the assassin's leather forearm guard before taking it off. It was unique and could prove to be a valuable addition to his arsenal. He looked over the rest of the body and besides the weapons there wasn't anything else except for two pouches, one of gold and one of stones. "Search the rest of them for anything of value and any indicators. I want to know who sent them."

"Yes, your grace." The Unsullied replied and tended to the bodies while several escorted Will, Missandei and Ser Dayne up to the palace.

Will was in his room with his wounds being tended to. They were minor wounds with a slash to the arm and the leg along with some cuts to the face so nothing serious. Missandei tended to his wounds, cleaning them before wrapping them in bandages. After news of the attack spread, the rest of Will's party arrived at the palace to make sure he was ok.

"We should have been there." Hercules told him.

"It's fine, Hercules. The training for the Unsullied and city militia is important. Besides, they're just minor wounds. I handled myself fine." Will replied.

"Still, something like this shouldn't be dismissed out of hand. We'll stay by yours side from now on so nothing like this happens again." Thoros added.

"Very well." Will said, as Missandei finished tying up the bandage around his arm. "Any other issues in the city?"

"None, your grace. Everything is fine." Lord Dondarrion told him. "The Astaporian council sends their well wishes for your health after the attack."

"A gold dragon says it was one of the people on the council." Smalljon Umber suggested.

"A nice idea but I don't think so." Will replied. "It makes the least sense. They're lives are better since I've been here. Sure, some of them had slaves but with the masters dead they've taken their place and now stand in positions of power and a future of wealth because of me. And they now have people working for them to help them on their tasks. They're not the ones who stand to gain the most with my death."

"Then who?" Edric asked.

"The other masters of Slaver's bay and Volantis first come to mind." Arthur said. "As a precautionary measure to prevent the prince from marching on their cities and kill the person who is a threat to their future."

"I also wouldn't put it past certain people in King's Landing. A Faceless man attacked me in the streets before Hundred Eyes rescued me and now this one. There could be a connection there and they were paid handsomely." Will tossed up a pouch that Hercules caught. "Diamonds and freshly forged gold coins baring no markings."

"Someone didn't want it to be traced back." Autolycus said. "It's the way I'd do it. Now that I'd try and kill you. You pay me."

"What about the other men?" Will asked.

"Same. Gold coins but bearing no markings yet some did carry coins from Braavos and Pentos so they're men for hire. No other discernable markings or pieces of information." Harion Karstark told him.

"Autolycus, Lord Karstark, take some men and do some inquiries at the docks. These men came on a ship so I want to know which one and from where. But we careful. I'm starting to win over the people so I don't want any of your screwing it up." Will ordered. "Thoros, go with them. Translate and keep the peace."

"We'll leave at once." Autolycus replied as he, Harion and a few others left.

"We'll find out the truth, your grace." Thoros remarked, leaving as well.

"What about the rest of us?" Hercules asked.

"There's nothing else we can do. It won't be long before whoever payed those assassins figured out, they failed. Until that time, we continue as before." Will said.

"Are you sure that's such a good idea, your grace?" Atalanta asked.

"Yes. I'm not going to cower because some assassins failed to kill me. Besides, it's the third time this has happened to me so I've kind of gotten used to it." Will said. "Continue your business as usual."

"Yes, your grace." They all replied before leaving so it was just Will, Missandei, Cedric, Arthur, Hundred Eyes, and Will's brothers.

"You have an idea who sent them." Gendry said and Will nodded.

"I have several ideas. I have a lot of enemies. Some new and some old. But it comes with the territory." Will said.

"So, are we really just going to wait?" Edric asked.

"Yes. Patience is our weapon right now. We find out what we can and wait for them to make a mistake. Besides, we have our hands full as it is." Will replied before taking out the hidden blade he took off the assassin. "Sifu, one of the assassin's was very well trained. I wager he could give you some trouble."

"A challenge I will be ready for next time." The blind master replied.

"And he used this." Will held out the hidden blade device. Cedric picked it up and looked it over. "Does it look familiar to any of you?"

"Not to me, no." Cedric replied.

"I've never seen such a weapon before nor anyone who bears a resemblance to the assassin." Missandei added.

Hundred Eyes reached out and held the weapon, drawing his fingers across the device and the sharpened blade that was currently retracted. There was something about the weapon that seemed familiar. Hundred Eyes eventually managed to find the trigger device in the wrist component of the bracer and the small, narrow blade shot out.

"Incredible." Cedric and Gendry were very impressed with the weapon.

"A blade that appears and disappears…an extension of the spirit and body. A form that moves with purpose, its face always concealed. Nothing is true, everything is permitted. This is the code of the Hidden Order." Hundred Eyes spoke. "Long ago there was an ancient order of warriors, skilled in the art of stealth and combat. Able to appear and vanish as if they were shadows in the night. They were once trained to uphold peace and freedom for all until the times of war and the order dwindled. Now, all that remains of the order are legends and stories shared."

"Stealth and training. That sounds like the assassin." Will said.

"How do you know about them?" Arthur asked.

"Stories of their exploits were common in Yi Ti, less so to the west. Their order is long gone after years of war and any that remain are simply assassin's for hire. Costing a hefty price for their services, many politicians in the east have been eliminated and their rivals flourish thanks to their efforts. Only a few remain in the world, if any at all…one less now." Hundred Eyes said.

"That answers part of the who but now the why." Arthur said.

"Perhaps they'll have luck finding a clue in the city. We'll wait for their answer." Will told them and they agreed with that idea. "Cedric, see what you can do about attaching that to my forearm bracer. That blade could prove useful."

"Yes, your grace."

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295 AC

It had been about a fortnight since the assassination attempt on Will by those assassins and there wasn't a lot they learned. Autolycus and Thoros managed to learn that the ship they came on previously docked in Volantis but the captain said they had been on that ship when they were traveling from Westeros. That seemed to indicate that someone there wanted him dead and he had an idea on who but nothing else could be done at the moment. He'd have his Uncle do some inquiring in King's Landing and spread the word to his small budding spy network to see what they can find.

Other than that, things in Astapor were going great. The mining adventure into the possible diamond and gem cave was going nicely and the first batch of precious gems and stones had been excavated and were being polished and crafted. Will hosted a city-wide celebratory feast for the first batch of stones excavated from the mines. There was music, dancing, and a raucous festival that everyone enjoyed and I mean everyone. Wine and entertainment had a habit of forging new bonds out of old animosity which is exactly what Will wanted.

The trade ships from Westeros were coming at regular intervals with valuable goods and more ships from the east stopped as well so the port and trade guilds were alive with activity and coin. The mason guild was busy with various projects in and around the city from housing to building out the gem mine and the schools were filled to the brim. The Astaporian militia recruits had grown by leaps and bounds from three hundred to over a thousand who were all being trained by Spartacus and his men along with the Unsullied and Hercules group so they were getting the best training…but still needed a lot of work. The modified training of the Unsullied was going well. They picked it up quickly and now would be more adaptable on the battlefield. Grey Worm had already chosen his lieutenants who could control smaller legions of two thousand. Grey Worm still controlled the entire army but, in a battle the other lieutenants would command the smaller legions incase the situation needed to be adapted or if something happened.

At the moment, Will and Ser Arthur Dayne were sparring with Edric and Gendry. Gendry had switched from the sword and shield to using a two handed axe while Edric was using a spear and small shield. Their sword skills were ok but the two had decided to switch to different weapons and their lessons were progressing nicely. Will had Storm's Wrath and Wolf's Fang in his hands as Gendry swung with his axe. Will blocked and parried all attacks as Gendry kept pushing forward. Gendry's wide attacks and heavy strikes were powerful but going to be his undoing. Case in point, Gendry brought the axe down with two hands only for Will to sidestep so the axe embedded in the ground. Will smacked him in the hands with the flat side of the blade and then held it at his neck.

"If we're keeping score it's a hundred to zero in my favor." Will told him before using his sword and hoisting up the axe so Gendry could take it. "You put too much into that last attack that a faster opponent could use to his advantage. Case in point when I just did but against a regular combatant that would have hurt."

"That almost sounds like praise." Gendry joked only for Will to smack him in the arm with the flat end of his sword. "Ow."

"Don't let it go to your head. Remember, when faced with a stronger or skilled opponent draw him to you. Then you counter." Will told him and Gendry nodded. "Again."

Gendry held his axe up and lunged before attacking with multiple strikes to the head and torso that were blocked and parried before Will pressed the attack. He lunged with Wolf's Fang only for Gendry to hook the blade with the pike on the back of the axe and yank it away. Gendry quickly spun and brought the axe down only for Will to catch the blade and deflect it, using the angle to bring his pommel and cross guard to his brother's face.

"Remember, the blade isn't the only part of the sword. But you're getting better." Will took some steps back and smiled. "It's nice to see that my lessons are getting through to you."

"It doesn't seem like I'm getting any better." Gendry said only for Will to grab his head and hold him close.

"You are. I was just like you and only got to this point after years of training. Don't rush this. Training and sparring are where are mistakes are encouraged because in a real fight those mistakes could be your last. But you are getting better." Will smiled at his little brother and touched his forehead to his, proud of the progress he was making. "Let's go again."

"Your grace!" Will and the others turned to see Thoros run up and based on his expression it wasn't something good.

"What's wrong?"

"Riders outside the city gates. They're here about a deal they had made with the Good Masters of Astapor." Thoros told him.

"What kind of riders?" Will asked, sheathing Storm's Wrath on his hip and Wolf's Fang over his shoulder.

"Dothraki." He said.

"Fuck." Will said as they quickly made their way to the main gate. The Unsullied were manned all along the walls of the city and two small phalanx group of Unsullied were outside the gates in a protective manner. Will, Ser Arthur, Thoros, Smalljon Umber, Hercules, and his group of fighters walked out the main gates where six Dothraki riders were waiting on their horses. The people of the city had gathered on the walls to see what was going after word had spread about six Dothraki riders showing up. Will and his group walked up to the Dothraki and kept their hands on their weapons in case something happened.

One of the Dothraki ushered his horse forward. "I am Kono, bloodrider to Khal Moro. Who are you? Where are the Masters?"

Thoros stepped forward to translate only for Will to stop him. "I know Dothraki." Will told him. "I am William of House Baratheon, crowned prince and Heir to the Seven Kingdoms and protector of this city. The Good Masters of Astapor are dead, the slaves freed and all its inhabitants under the protection of myself and the Astaporian council. Why are you here?"

"We are here for our gold. Khal Moro struck a deal with the masters for slaves." Kono told him. "Khal Moro is in Meereen to deliver some slaves and receive payment masters of Meereen before the Khalasar joins us here. We were sent ahead to receive payment from the good masters."

"I'm sorry for your trouble but the masters are all dead and Astapor does not involve itself in the slave trade so you have no business here. If you require food and water then we shall provide and you can be on your way." Will said, trying to sound as generous and calm as possible so as to not agitate him. That didn't work and judging by Kono's quick turn to agitation along with his fellow riders, they didn't like the offer.

"Wrong, Westerosi. Khal Moro was promised 40,000 coins of gold for his slaves by the Masters of Slaver's bay. The Good Masters of Astapor were to deliver ten thousand pieces and that deal shall be honored." Kono told him.

"That doesn't sound good." Hercules said.

"That's because it's not. He's saying that his Khal was promised 10,000 pieces of gold by the masters of Astapor for their slaves." Thoros told him.

"That's much. Must be a lot of slaves." Autolycus commented.

"I'm sorry for your Khal but the masters are dead and I'm not sworn to uphold any kind of deal they made before their death." Will replied, trying to keep this from escalating but the Dothraki were not known for being understanding. Kono dismounted his horse and drew his arakh. The other Dothraki did the same and Will's men were ready to do the same only for them to be signaled to stand down.

Kono walked up and grabbed Will by the collar and held his arakh to his face. "Khal Moro was promised gold and he shall get what he is owed. If you will not give us gold, we shall storm this city and take what we want. The men will be slaughtered, the women will service us and the children will be our slaves."

Will glared at him and decided to give diplomacy one last chance. "This is your last chance. Turn from this path or there will be violence."

"You will be first to die, Westerosi." Kono said.

"Fine. Let it be violence." Will flicked his left wrist and activated his hidden blade before jamming it straight up his jaw and into his skull in a sickening crunch. Before the Dothraki archer could use his bow, Will grabbed a knife from Kono's belt a hurled it. It hit the archer in the face and knocked him off his horse. Autolycus threw his throwing knife at a Dothraki rider and knocked him off his horse. One galloped forward with his charging arakh only for Hercules to bash him off with his club. Ser Arthur quickly blocked and parried the attacks of another Dothraki before impaling him in the stomach and slicing his head clean off.

The last rider turned around and galloped as fast as he could to get away and warn his Khal. "Atalanta!" Will shouted.

She quickly aimed her bow and fired an arrow. It sailed through the air and found its target in the back of the rider's head. His body slumped off and hit the dirt while the horse slowed down.

"That escalated quickly." Amphiaraus remarked.

"Dothraki aren't known for being level-headed diplomats." Thoros said.

"Bloody savages, the lot of them." Smalljon added. "No better than the Wildlings."

"Except the Wildlings don't have a million leagues to cross to get here." Will said, wiping his hidden blade clean before it retracted. "Gather their horses and supplies and gather everyone of note to the palace. We need to start planning."

"Planning for what?" Atalanta asked.

"A Dothraki charge." He replied as they made their way back into the city. The Unsullied were deployed around the city for protection and keep the peace but the citizens of the city were noticeably worried and concerned considering what happened outside the city gate gates. Will assured everyone that they would be safe but even now he wasn't entirely sure about that.

He along with everyone in his company were gathered in the Astaporian council room to discuss what happened and the impending Dothraki attack. The council members were understandably concerned and on edge to the point where they were all arguing.

"QUIET!" Will shouted and they all immediately shut up. "Thank you. Please, everyone take a deep breath and calm down."

"Calm down. How can we calm down when a Dothraki horde is on its way to kill us all?" Councilmen Quathor asked. He was a trade negotiator before the prince's arrival and worked closely with the trade guilds. "You should have just paid them what they wanted."

"They wanted ten thousand pieces of gold for slaves. Even if I wasn't repulsed by that idea, ten thousand gold coins seems like a lot. Besides, Dothraki aren't exactly the best negotiators and that bloodrider was riled up beyond reason." Will explained. "Would you all have been happy with paying the Dothraki as the masters have done countless times? Let your city be open to them as they take your coin and be at their mercy from this day forth?"

"The peace has been kept before because of that." Councilmen Iliron said. He was a wealthy merchant who was now on the council and his profits had taken a considerable increase because of the prince so he quite liked him. "We are very thankful for everything you have done for us, your grace but now you've set a Dothraki horde against us."

"I promised you all before that I would do everything I can to help Astapor rebuild and become better and I meant it. This city is officially under my protection so the Dothraki horde will not breach those walls as long as I'm alive." Will assured him. "We will survive this and Astapor will flourish as a result. No Dothraki horde or any other army would dare march against you again."

"We have trusted in Prince William thus far and the gods have granted us much joy. We've grown stronger and wealthier. If the prince says he can defend us, he will do it." Councilmen Raxa said. He trusted the prince.

"I believe as well." Councilwomen Quasa added.

"With the Unsullied with us that horde will never breach our walls. You all know the story of the Three Thousand of Qohor. They fought off a Dothraki horde centuries ago and not a single rider breached their walls." Councilmen T'szaar Eras reminded them. After being brought onto the council, his fortunes began to rise and he quite liked the political game. He owed the prince a lot and honestly didn't see much of his life change with no slaves. If anything, his life got better and a nice ruby necklace for his wife and an emerald ring for him were prime examples of that. "The prince is a proven warrior and commands great men. Those Dothraki will not be a problem."

"Thank you, Councilmen Eras. I assure you all that the Dothraki will never even set foot within a hundred yards of this city. You have my word as a knight and as a prince. Continue with your business as usual. Keep the city running and ensure the people that I will personally handle the Dothraki and they shall never hurt a single man, woman or child here." Will said. They all nodded and bid the prince farewell. Will and all his men left for another meeting room where they would devise their battle strategy. Once the last man filed into the room and the door was closed, Will let out an exhausted sigh and rubbed his forehead in pain. "Seven fucking hells."

"How bad is this?" Gendry asked.

"Not all that bad but not all that good either, Gendry." He replied.

"So, a Dothraki horde doesn't warrant more concern?" Hercules asked. "How many men are in Khal Moro's Khalasar?"

"I managed to find the records of the masters transaction with Khal Moro. They noted that his Khalasar was twenty thousand strong." Missandei answered.

"Fucking hell." Autolycus said.

"Twenty thousand? Can we even stop that?" Iolaus asked.

"The Unsullied have done that before. Four hundred years ago three thousand Unsullied held back a Dothraki Khalasar of over fifty thousand strong. Only six hundred survived but they killed twelve thousand and the surviving horse lords left after their Khal was killed." Thoros told him, knowing the story quite well.

"So, then the battle won't be that hard. Twenty thousand is a lot less then fifty. We'll stay safely behind these walls while the horse lords are cut to pieces." Autolycus said.

"We shall fight for William the conqueror and protect this city." Grey Worm added.

"Thank you, Grey Worm but I didn't free them and the other thirteen thousand only for them to die at the hands of the Dothraki." Will opened up a map and began to figure out his battle plan. "Kono said Khal Moro was in Meereen with the rest of his Khalasar before they would come down here. It'll take him time to notice his men not returning. How long of a journey is it to Meereen?"

"Meereen is 150 leagues from here if you follow the old Ghiscari road. Well mounted horses could cross that distance in ten days." Missandei answered.

"Ten days add in an extra one given that size leaves us eleven. We have eleven days to plan a defense." Will told them all.

"And how exactly to do we do that? You heard her. It's twenty thousand mounted Dothraki charging at us. How do we stop them before they overrun the city and kill us all?" Smalljon Umber asked.

"You said it yourself, Lord Umber. They're no better than the Wildlings which means not a strategic thought in their mind. They win by overwhelming force. Calvary charge and that's it. To defeat them we break that charge and kill the Khal. With their Khal dead the rest will flee in quick succession." Will told him.

"And how do we do that before we're trampled?" Hercules asked.

"Well many of us have ridden horses. What are the pros of using horses in combat?" Will asked before looking at Edric and Gendry. "Let's see if your lessons are sinking in."

"Greater mobility. With horses, soldiers can move faster than a man could on foot. And that faster speed meant they could kill with ease from a higher position. It's harder to hit a man on a horseback then if he's on the ground running at you. Plus, you don't want to charge against a horse or it'll run you over." Gendry answered.

"Good, and the cons?"

"Well, bows and crossbows could shoot down horse riders or even the horses. You use them to keep them at a distance and lower their numbers down. Plus, the horses could spook which could cause havoc for the rider." Edric told him.

"Exactly, we use those weaknesses to our advantage." Will said, pointing to the wide open sand and dirt planes that led north along the old Ghiscari way. "This area here is the perfect area for us to break their charge and stop them. Cedric, how many catapults and ballista have you made?"

"With the help I had, I managed to build three catapults and just finished the second rapid-fire ballista." Cedric replied.

"Make as many more as you can within the next ten days. Recruit as many men as you need but build fast." Will said and his old friend nodded. "Them along with our archers should dwindle their numbers considerably."

"True but we're going to need a lot more." Harion Karstark remarked.

"We corner and entrap their horses in fire and keep them from charging. A calvary charge that's brought to a standstill and trapped can easily be picked apart and once their horses start to panic their effectiveness will dwindle by the second." Will suggested.

"But how?" Atalanta asked.

"Fire tends to be an excellent agitator. And we have something that they have never seen before and we already know of it's effectiveness. Black Power." Will said and they all began to see where this plan was going. "Let's draw up final plans and in ten days see them proven effective."

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Ten days later…

The sun rose up on the eleventh day in Slaver's Bay. Its calm wind, warm light and chirping of seagulls belied the coming battle and bloodbath that would soon stain the sand outside Astapor. The Unsullied were formed up outside the city walls in formations next to catapults with ballista launchers manning the walls. Able to get an exuberant amount of willing labor, Cedric managed to complete eight more catapults for a total of ten and managed to make a total of 14 rapid fire ballista with ten of them armed on the city walls. Technicians were standing by for order to man them. It was because of all the volunteer labor that he managed to do so many. He rivaled the Arsenal of Braavos which was capable of building a war galley in a single day.

Two hundred Unsullied had been ordered to stay within the city walls in case something happened like thieves getting any bright ideas and as a precautionary measure. It was also a last line of defense to defend the people. Will ordered that if they fell in battle and the walls looked to be breached, they were to help as many civilians to the docks where ships would take them to Westeros for safety.

Will was in his room doing some stretching as he looked out the window and enjoyed the peace and quiet. His door opened and Missandei walked in accompanied by Cedric and Hundred Eyes. "Your grace, it's time." She said.

"Right." Will finished a cup of water before taking a deep breath. Missandei and Cedric helped him into his armor for the battle. He tightened his boot and slipped his daggers into their holsters. He then tied his throwing knife belt and tightened it while Cedric and Missandei strapped on a pair of light metal leg greaves. The metal on the greaves was very light and would deflect a glancing bow but not a serious attack. It was a trade-off but he needed the mobility and speed in his legs. He made sure his jacket was in place before putting on his armored gloves and forearm guards. He admired the forearm spikes and flicked his wrists so two hidden blades shot out of both wrists. Cedric managed to make another one after careful analysis of the blade so Will had one for each arm.

Cedric held up his chest plate armor he would using in battle. A trader from Yi Ti had made port in the city, selling his wares and offered a piece of armor as gift for the recent surge in trade opportunities and as a personal congratulation for the end of slavery. It was gifted to Will and seemed to be a cuirass which was just a piece of armor made of multiple pieces of light metal that covered the entire torso front to back. Hundred Eyes was able to provide some context and it was a samurai Dō or chest armor. The samurai were warriors similar to knights in Westeros who were under oath of a lord and were excellent swordsman. Their armor was very special and tough while light. It was lighter than a typical steel chest plate armor a Westeros Knight would wear and it gave him the most coverage. It was layered and articulated giving him coverage, mobility, and protection. The base layer was iron plates, pig skin and layer upon layer of lacquer. It articulated and the lacing helped absorb energy from attacking and the angles of the plates would deflect attacks. It was a good design for deflecting blows and while the iron wasn't as strong as steel it would do its job. Will did some cosmetic adjustments to the armor by coloring it black with blue and white on the lacing and edges with the sigils of his houses etched on. Half a Stag was etched on in gold while a wolf finished the other half to form a whole image split in the middle, representing his two houses.

Once the armor was tightened Will grabbed his swords and prepared to head out but not before hugging Cedric. "Wish me luck."

"You don't need it." Cedric told him. "I'll see you again."

"If something happens, make for the ship as fast as you can. That is an order." Will told him.

"Yes, your grace but it won't be necessary. I have faith in you and our plan." Cedric said. Will smiled before hugging Missandei as well. She was a caught off guard but returning the hug as well.

"Be careful, your grace." She said.

"I will. And know it has been an honor."

"No, the honor has been mine." She gave him a kiss on the cheek for luck.

Will walked over to Hundred Eyes and shook his hand. "Best of luck, my prince."

"Thank you, Sifu. Watch over them and make sure they get to the ships if something happens." He ordered.

"I will watch over them as if they were my own blood. Remember, warriors do not win victories by beating their heads against walls but by overtaking the walls. Warrior jump over walls; they don't demolish them. Keep your mind sharp." Hundred Eyes warned him before the two shared a heartfelt hug and Will walked to the door. "Oh, and my prince…A happy Nameday to you."

Will smiled at the joke but also at the fact that he forgot it was his nameday. He was now 16 years of age. "What better nameday celebration then defending a city." He joked before heading out. He walked through the halls and out of the palace but not before seeing Gendry and Edric walk up, dressed in heavy steel armor and trying to carry their weapons but were clearly encumbered. "What do you think you two are doing?"

"Going with you to fight." Gendry said.

"No, you're not. You two are staying here for your safety." Will told them.

"Oh, come on. You fought when you were our age. It's time started to show our worth like you did all those years ago." Edric said only for Ser Arthur Dayne to arrive in his steel armor. He was carrying Dawn in his hand with another sword holstered around his waist.

"Your grace, it's time." He told him.

"Right, let's go." Gendry said.

Will couldn't spend the time it would take arguing back and forth with his brothers so he came up with an alternative. "Fine you two can come but you will stay with Lord Umber by the walls with the artillery. You will listen to what he says and never be far from his side. Is that clear?"

"Yes." They replied, happy they were finally given the chance.

"I mean it. You two are squires and your place isn't on the battlefield yet so stay out of harm's way. Don't make me regret this and stay where you are." Will warned them.

They walked out of the palace where two horses were waiting for them. Will got on his horse which had his composite recurve bow in a saddle holster along with several quivers of arrows and other pouches of importance. Will took Wolf's Fang and placed it in the saddle holster. It was slightly encumbering and he'd have to get use to carrying it on his back with his armor but not today. Ser Arthur got on his horse as well and the two lifted up Edric and Gendry so they could ride before galloping their way to the city gates. They passed by several families who cheered them on and wished them luck. Many of them didn't seem to be worried about the battle but considering the Unsullied were outside the gate to fight them it was obvious. They all knew the stories and knew as so long as the Unsullied were out there then the Dothraki would never get in.

They arrived at the city wall and passed through the gates where they stopped. "All right you two. This is where you get off." Will said as Gendry and Edric quickly got off the horses. "Remember, stay with the catapults and Lord Umber. Listen to him and if you so much as even think of disobeying him then you two are dead."

Edric and Gendry gave their brother a look and saw his rather calm and generous disposition had been traded in for one more serious and with no sense of humor. "HA!" Will ushered his horse forward with Ser Arthur by his side.

"I've never seen him in such a mood." Gendry said as they walked up to Lord Umber.

"Pay him no mind. I've heard that when the Prince was fighting during the Greyjoy rebellion, all manners and appearance of his age went away in place of one more oriented to battle." Smalljon told them. "He's just got his mind focused on the fight."

"But this should be an easy one, right?" Edric asked.

"Never think like that. Battles can be in your favor at one moment only to turn the next." Smalljon cautioned them as they took their places along the artillery line.

Will rode up about two hundred yards from the city where four horse drawn chariots were waiting for them. Each chariot was armed the rapid fire ballista and held three people, one to control the horses with the other two to use the ballista or a bow. Hercules and all his men were in the chariots along with Lord Karstark and his men. A distinct caw got their attention as Orys was flying above before he flew down and landed on Will's arm. He took the wrapped note from his birds talon and read it.

"Are they close?" Hercules asked.

"They are. Agron and the scouts are returning as we speak. Let's move into position." Will told them before putting his hood and facemask up. He ushered his horse into gallop and everyone followed, heading over two thousand yards north from the city walls.

They eventually arrived at a cluster of rocks painted white with a long length of rope protruding out. Agron and his scouts were there as they arrived. All on horses and wearing leather and iron armor with weapons on them. "Lord Baratheon. The Khalasar is on its way. They'll be here at any moment." Agron told him.

"Any sign of mediation or parlay?" Ser Arthur asked.

"A single ahead of the Khalasar to be here in moments." Agron replied.

"Excellent work. Head back to the walls and join the others." Will said.

"We'd join you in holding them off." Agron said.

"Do any of your men have experience in using a bow?" Will asked only for none of them to answer. "Stick to the plan, Agron. We'll handle the first part."

"Right." Agron and his men ushered the horses forward and rode back to the city.

Soon enough a single rider came into view heading straight for them so Will rode out to meet him.

"I am Ono, rider of Khal Moro. Our kin rode ahead for payment to Khal Moro but none returned." The rider said before drawing his arakh. "Where are they?

"They are not here. They struck the first blow and I will tell you the same thing I told them. The masters are dead and there will be no payment. Tell your Khal he will receive nothing but death if he should try and take the city." Will warned him which only enraged Ono.

"You dare threaten my Khal?! I'll take your head off and present it to him as a gift." Ono charged forward only for Will to quickly draw Wolf's Fang and decapitate the rider before he could react. The body slumped onto the horse, blood gushing from its wound when he saw small pebbles on the ground rumble. He looked to the distance and the shimmer of the sun's mirage cleared to show faint outlines of approaching figures. Khal Moro's horde had arrived.

Will looked at the dead Dothraki and the horse and was hit with an idea. He pushed the dead body off before placing a large bundle of pouches and clay containers on the saddle and tying it secure. He took out a flint rock and held it to the strand of string before striking it with his hidden blade. The spark it created instantly ignited the oil soaked string which began burning. He turned the horse towards the horde and smacked it on the ass, ushering it forward into a gallop and it took off full force.

He quickly tied a small message to Orys and sent him flying before returning to his men at the marker. "They're coming."

"Then let's hope this plan of yours works." Hercules said.

Orys flew through the sky and over to Astapor before landing next to Lord Umber who read the note. "Hear they come. Get ready for the signal!"

"Unsullied!" Grey Worm shouted and they instantly moved into position, forming protective wedges and phalanx formations in front of the artillery with the end units moving upward to form a large U shape if looked from above. The artillery technicians got to work and began loading the catapults with barrels adorned with fuses while the ballista launchers were loaded with iron bolt bundles.

Will and his men watched as the horse rode to the incoming horde with speed and vigor, the burning fuse in its saddle moving closer and closer to a container. Khal Moro's Khalasar continued its charged as the horde managed to slip through the wall of horses just as the fuse hit its mark. A large explosion erupted with a thick smoke cloud and ball of fire as tall as a great weirwood tree. The inferno took several dozen horses to the afterlife along with knocking down several riders off only to get trampled and the shock wave knocked a few more away.

Will watched as he saw the black powder take out close to a hundred Dothraki. The Khal would have stopped his horde but could not voice command loud enough to pierce the sound of hooves stomping and Dothraki screaming. "LOOSE!"

The crank on the ballista turned which sent wooden and iron bolts into sky in rapid succession. The bolts flew towards the Khalasar and began skewering rider and horse in equal measure. Bodies were impaled and flung off horses only to crash into others while horses were injured and fell to the ground, causing other horses to fall as well and crushing their riders. The ballista kept firing until the bundles of bolts were empty so they replaced them as quickly as they could and kept firing.

"Nest of Bees!" Will shouted as Atalanta and Tydeus nodded. They held up large wooden containers and opened them to reveal fifty arrows bundled together inside. A fuse was lit and the containers were aimed at the horde before a plume of smoke and the arrows flew out like bees carried by the wind. They flew out further than they normally could and rained down hell on the Dothraki. Many had faces of terror that were soon silenced with an arrow that killed them or their horse but not all arrows found their mark. "One more!"

Another duo of Bees were rained down upon the horde along with ballista that put a considerable dent in their numbers. Twenty thousand had lost over two thousand from projectiles and injuries that led to trampling. "Let's move!" Will shouted as several containers were cracked and rolled onto the sand before they quickly galloped to the city but not before Hercules lit the rope that was protruding from the stone marker.

As they galloped to the city, Will turned back and lit a black powder arrow. He adjusted his aim and released, sending it next to the discarded containers they left behind filled with oil and a green colored powder. The fuse burned out and hit the black powder, causing an explosion that ignited the oil which then ignited the green powder and created a huge plume of green mist that the Dothraki quickly galloped through.

"MASKS!" Will shouted and they all raised up pieces of cloth to cover their noses as they rode to the city. The ballista and archers firing back at the horde that was chasing them with the plume of green smoke slowly dissipating before it vanished completely and was blown away by the wind. It seemed to do nothing until dozens if not hundreds of horses that were exposed to the gas began to thrash erratically, crashing into one another or falling down. The riders that were exposed began bleeding from the eyes and mouths before dying of poison and slumping to the ground, creating obstacles for more horses. With the gas, another thousand were killed with a majority of that being from the poison and the rest from the pile up.

Because of the gas, the center area of the charging horde began to pile up with dead bodies that slow riders accidently hit but most were fast enough to quickly turn to the side and avoid the obstacle. The approaching horde had enlarged into a pincer before the center reformed and the estimated sixteen thousand remaining still charging strong but this was only the first part of Will's plan. Once he saw them pass another pile of rocks painted white, he took out a small horn and let out a three short blasts

Smalljon Umber heard the three blasts and knew it was time for phase 2. "All right, you lot! Let's see what you can do! LOOSE!"

"LOOSE!" Grey Worm shouted as the fuses on the barrels were ignited before they were hurled a great distance at the oncoming horde. They sailed right above Will and his party so they were safe. The barrels crashed into the horde and exploded in huge plumes of smoke and fire, indicating they were black powder barrels. The catapults were quickly loaded back into position and another set of barrels were flung, blowing up more of the horde and causing a great deal of them to freeze in fear and panic which is exactly what Will was hoping for. Now it was time for part three of the plan.

The fuse at the first marker led deep underground until it reached a small line of black powder that stretch back towards the city. Once the flame touched, it ignited the powder not to the extent to cause an explosion but just started a stream of fire that traveled down the path underground before splitting into various channels underneath the sand. The light from the powder revealed a set of small tunnels carved under the sand with enough space so the fire didn't snuff itself out. The flames traveled down these paths until several reached their destination of small pouches of black powder or bundles of tinder. Several explosions erupted from underneath the sand, knocking horses to the ground and killing riders. These indicated that the flames had met their targets of pouches and containers of black powder buried all under the sand and connected through small tunnels dug out over the course of ten days that interconnected like the veins in your body. These clusters exploded all over the vast area in front of the city and killed more Dothraki. It caused further panic to the riders and their horses who reared and neighed from the constant booms of thunder and explosions of sand. Khal Moro saw his men getting blown to pieces and horses dying from seemingly no ones hands. Whoever was defending this city was either cursed with dark magic or had the blessings of the skies and the sun to summon such fire.

Eventually the fire underneath the sand made its way to a tinder filled ditch that was dug in a large circle perimeter. The tinder ignited to reveal a large ditch about four feet deep that was quickly lit ablaze and acted as a wall of fire that either trapped some or separated others. The fire and tinder erupted in rapid succession to reveal a large U-shaped trench that started about 100 yards from the walls of Astapor and stretched out to over five hundred yards. It effectively created a wall of fire that would keep the Dothraki from charging lest they want to be burned alive. The fire trench trapped most of the horde within its flames while it separated others from joining them. Will and his men just managed to clear the trench before it ignited so they weren't caught.

He pulled out his horn and let out two sharp blasts in quick succession, indicating to go to part four. Twenty yards from the fire trench, the sand was pushed apart to reveal several formations of the Unsullied lying in wait. They were positioned at the ends of the trench about 500 yards and quickly moved into a left, center, and right wing phalanx formation clusters with reverses behind them armed with bows and arrows. The archers instantly opened fire and took down the Dothraki at the back while the phalanx moved forward, skewering any who tried to charge or who didn't react in time. This made it so they couldn't flank around the fire trench.

"Loose!" Will shouted, firing an arrow past the blazing trench inferno and hitting a Dothraki through the neck. The remaining archers in front of the wall opened fire along with the ballista launchers on the wall who began mowing them down with ease. The citizens on the wall watched with rapture as the battle was less a battle but more a slaughter. Edric and Gendry watched with rapt attention at Will's plan working and how easily the Dothraki charge had been broken.

"This is a slaughter." Gendry commented.

"Savages can be overwhelming but when a strategic mind plans carefully then a lot can happen." Smalljon told him. "The prince has been well trained in strategy from both studies and experience."

"Hell, we have a huge shadow to overcome, don't we?" Edric asked and Gendry nodded when he noticed something. "Lord Umber, at the far end!"

Smalljon took out a spy scope to see what was going on and the Dothraki were beginning to overwhelm the flank. "Your grace. The flank is falling!"

"Fuck! Redeploy there! Cut them off from escaping and kill the Khal! CHARGE!" Will blew out a single long blast from his horn to signify their last plan…if all else fails, charge. Will and the chariots galloped up the sides, following the fire trench and heading towards the flank while Grey Worm, the Unsullied, and Lord Dondarrion's men began marching behind them.

"All right you two. Stay close and don't do anything stupid! Above all else, stick together!" Smalljon told him as he drew his sword and they charged up the other side of the fire trench. Will's horses galloped as fast as it could alongside the fire trench while he used his bow and fired arrows at the Dothraki who were trying to break through the Unsullied flank guard. His speed archery skills were tested to their limits as he rapidly fired from horseback. Rapid release of arrows before plucking more from his saddle quiver and firing again. The Unsullied flank guard quickly reformed to make a wide gap where the horses and chariots could pass through with ease.

Will put his bow back in its holster before unsheathing Wolf's Fang and slashing with vigor. He cut through Dothraki on horseback and decapitated those on foot. Ser Arthur did the same with Dawn and Hercules sliced through with his large sword. Amphiaraus pulled a lever on his chariot and steel blades extended out, slicing horses in the side or cutting down Dothraki. The rest of the Unsullied had arrived and moved into formation, having the momentum while the Dothraki were still in disarray so they quickly moved forward to engage.

Will's horse slowed down as he clashed blades with Dothraki. Their arakhs were blocked by his sword, cleaved in half by his blade or deflected off by his armor. A Dothraki came at him from the side and knocked him off his horse. He hit the ground with a thud but managed to retain enough of his senses to roll to the side to avoid a spear. He rolled back and stabbed his attacker in the neck before getting back to his feet. He parried an arakh from behind him, kicked out a knee and stabbed his hidden blade into the neck of a Dothraki. He unsheathed Storm's Wrath to begin duel wielding his blades. He slashed, blocked, parried, and swiped with displays of pure skill and experience that easily enabled him to take down a dozen of Dothraki. Ser Arthur got off his horse and unsheathed his other sword, duel wielding the same and joining the prince at his side. Hercules did the same, using his club to bash Dothraki away like they were made of paper. Grey Worm bashed a Dothraki back with his shield before whipping his spear around and thrusting it into the heart of another one. Grey Worm rushed over and shielded his prince's flank who thanked him by decapitating his would-be attacker.

"Back to back!" Will shouted, parrying a spear before spinning his blade into reverse grip and slashing a throat. The four warriors groups up so their backs were covered by the others leaving their fronts all to be worried about and they continued their attack. Block, parry, dodge, slash, sidestep, thrust, block, forearm spike block, pommel hit, arm slash, leg cleaving, head decapitation. That was the order of their attacks and they easily killed a combined total of fifty. Will deflected an arakh that would have hit him the head and slashed his forearm spikes across the warrior's face causing him to scream in pain before shoving his sword through his mouth. Will got a moment of reprieve and saw his brother's across the field fighting beside Smalljon, Thoros, Autolycus, and Amphiaraus.

"WILL!" Hercules shouted, taking the reins of his chariot. Will and Ser Arthur got in the cart as the horses were ushered and they quickly began to gallop. Will and Ser Arthur slashed as they rode by while the horses kept them moving. They neared Edric and Gendry so Will jumped off the chariot and tackled a Dothraki off its horse, stabbing him in the chest. He rolled forward and slashed one in the leg, another in the arm and a third chest before doing a quick spin and slicing them all with both blades and their bodies slumped to the ground. Will quickly turned to protect his flank only to see Gendry to block the attack, slam the axe pommel into warrior's face and chop him in the neck. Edric rushed forward with a leaping lunge and stabbed a Dothraki before slamming him in the face with his small shield.

"Perhaps you two might be ready for fighting." Will said when he saw his next objective. "Hercules, Lord Umber, stay here with them and keep them safe."

The large warrior bashed another Dothraki in the head before looking at the prince.

"Where will you be going?" He asked as Will saw the Khal and some of his men at the far back. Judging by the long ponytail one of them was wearing, he was the Khal.

"I'm going to cut the head off this snake." Will told him.

"Then let's end this before they leave!" Ser Arthur got on the chariot and grabbed the reins while Will got in beside him. "HA!"

The horses galloped forward and pulled the chariot with them. "That is without a doubt the most courageous prince I've seen and that's saying something." Hercules as a Dothraki nicked him from behind. The Athenian demi-god glared at him before picking him up by the neck and throwing him through the air. He slammed into a fellow Dothraki that was going to attack Spartacus from behind.

The prince's chariot mushed forward with intense speed as Ser Arthur steered while Will got on the ballista. He spun the crank and aimed at the Khal, firing several bolts that impaled several of his men and even managed to nick the Khal's horse. A smile adorned his face after seeing the Khal's horse hit the ground and the Khal with him only for a charging Dothraki's horse to gallop into the chariot and crash into it. Will and Ser Arthur fell out of the chariot and tumbled in the sand which hurt like hell.

"Ugh…" Will groaned in pain and his head was a little concussed which blurred his vision. He managed to make out his Unsullied killing Dothraki and several being throwing from their horses who were rearing in fear from the spears. A Dothraki warrior saw him on the ground and charged over to kill only for Ser Arthur to do a charging impalement with his sword. The Sword of the Morning's speed and power knocked the Dothraki off his feet away from the prince. Will's vision began to clear up and saw an arakh coming down at his head so he moved it at the last second and it narrowly missed, slicing the edge of his hood and nicking his skin a bit. Will grabbed the Dothraki's arm and pulled him down, kneeing him in the head before stabbing him in the neck with his hidden blade. Blood spurted out and flecks stained his face and hood.

The dead Dothraki was pushed off and Will got to his knees, putting his face mask and hood down and spitting out some blood and sand that got caught in his mouth. He saw Wolf's Fang on the ground so he quickly grabbed it to block a spear. He pushed it aside and slashed the Dothraki in the stomach before stabbing it through his head. An arakh slashed at his head only for Will to roll forward and grab Storm's Wrath and swing it behind him, slicing through the arakh and slashing him in the neck.

Will saw the Khal get back to his feet so he charged forward, rushing past Dothraki and the Unsullied to end this battle. He jumped off a dead horse and lunged, stabbing a Dothraki before kicking him onto his back and slashing him across the face. A spear to the face was avoided by a sidestep and a sword to the gut was met in kind. Will saw the two remaining bloodriders help their Khal back onto a horse so he threw both swords and it struck them both in the back and came out the front. Both fell to the ground dead as the Khal grabbed his horses reins only for Will to pick up a Dothraki's bow and fire an arrow at the horse's leg. It reared in pain and the Khal fell to the ground again, landing on his back. Will tossed the bow away and charged forward, leaping off a dead horse and activating both hidden blades and landing the killing blow. He landed on the Khal and sunk both blades into him. One in the neck and the other in the heart. Will watched as the Khal struggled to breath before the life left his eyes.

"RAAAAAAGGGGHHH!" Will shouted at the top of his lungs that echoed loud enough for them to hear and the battle halted for a moment. Several of the Dothraki noticed their dead Khal. Will cut off dead Khal's ponytail braid with his hidden blade and held it high for all of them to see. "YOUR KHAL IS DEAD! HIS BLOODRIDERS ARE DEAD! THE BATTLE IS OVER! THROW DOWN YOUR WEAPONS!"

Once the Dothraki saw the braid in the Westerosi's hand they threw down their swords, kneeled and bowed their heads. It was a sign of their surrender and reverence for the warrior who killed their Khal. Astapor was safe and tales of this battle would soon spread throughout Slaver's Bay and Essos about how William the Conqueror conquered the Dothraki.

All the remaining Dothraki had surrendered officially to Will himself in reverence to his great victory. The twenty thousand strong horde of Khal Moro was now reduced to only four thousand survivors. A small group of them were preparing to leave and escort Moro's khalessi to Vaes Dothrak where she would remain with the dosh khaleen to live out the rest of her life. Will and his group were walking through the battlefield littered with dead Dothraki and horses.

"Well, it didn't go exactly as planned but still my plan worked. How many casualties?" Will asked.

"We're still getting a count but at the moment the number is a little over a thousand." Arthur told him. "Grey Worm says more would have died had you now killed the Khal as soon as you did."

"A thousand freed men whose lives were taken too quickly." Will said.

"Free men who died for a cause they chose." Grey Worm told him as he walked up. His helmet under his arm and his face was marred with blood. "The Unsullied fight with fierce loyalty to William the Conqueror by choice. Those that fell died knowing their deaths were for a worthy cause."

"Then we'll make sure their deaths weren't in vain when we take the rest of Slaver's Bay. Make sure the wounded are looked after, no matter how minor the wounds." Will told him.

"Yes, your grace." Grey Worm replied before getting back to work.

"Still, this battle was a great victory and demonstrated the merits of black powder." Arthur commented.

"And proper planning." Will added. "The Dothraki are fierce warriors and their charge can break through most except for well prepared counterattacks and a little ingenuity. Something I'll need to continue to hone as we stay here."

"That shouldn't be a problem for you." Arthur said when he saw the several of the Dothraki walk up to them with Unsullied escort and Thoros leading them.

"These men want a word, your grace." Thoros said as the lead man stepped forward.

"William the Andal. Conqueror of Astapor and slayer of Khal Moro. You are a strong warrior…." The warrior held up his cut braid and dropped it in front of him. This was the ultimate symbol of power to another warrior and shame upon the braid's owner. A brade was a Dothraki's show of battlefield experience and triumphs that was taken upon his death. Offering them to a strong warrior willingly was a token of great respect. "A warrior worthy of following."

"Dothraki follow strength and strong rulers. Khal Moro was a strong Khal but warrior who kills him is even stronger." Another dropped his braid and one by one the rest followed. "William the Andal would make a fine Khal, one worthy of following."

"Fuck…" Will rubbed his forehead. Things were getting even more complicated. "How many wish to follow?"

"Three thousand." One of them replied.

"Do I even want to know what's going on?" Arthur asked.

"Honestly, I'm not sure." Will replied. "Very well. I accept your offer. Your first order of business to tend to your dead. Bury them and their horses with honor. Follow this man's orders as if they were my own. Thoros, lead them to where the bodies can be buried and make sure they don't cause any trouble."

"Yes, your grace." Thoros replied before leading them away.

"Honestly, this Nameday is starting to suck. It cannot get any worse." Will said only for a messenger to ride up to him.

"Prince William, there was an attack at the palace." He said.

"Fuck me." Will replied as they quickly made their way into the city where waves of cheering and thankful citizens praised his actions and combat in protecting them from the Dothraki.

He walked up to the palace where Cedric and Missandei were waiting for him along with some Unsullied. Once they saw the prince, they were a concerned about his appearance. "Later, what happened?"

"An attack was led on the palace against the council in an effort to usurp them." Missandei told him.

"Lucky for us, Hundred Eyes stopped them and no one is hurt." Cedric said as they walked in where a large dark-skinned man wearing a bloody smock was tied up in chains. Hundred Eyes and the Unsullied were standing guard while the council conversed with one another.

"Prince William." They all greeted him. "It appears you set out to do what was promised."

"That I did. You won't have to worry about the Dothraki. What happened?" Will asked.

"We were having a meeting on the gem mine when that man and several others broke in and tried to kill us. Raxa was injured but he is fine." T'szaar said. "Before anything worse could happen, your blind friend came to our rescue and killed all but the leader. A butch from the city named Cleon."

"Why did he do it?" Will asked.

"He wanted us dead and would then turn your weapons on you to establish himself as king of Astapor." Raxa replied.

"Noted." Will walked over to the man who just glared at him before turning to Hundred Eyes. "It would appear that your suggestion of staying behind was a wise choice."

"As many of mine seem to be. Fear not. The man is only a butcher, using muscles to cleave a path as he does against animals. No one was in danger." Hundred Eyes told him.

"Well done, Sifu." Will then stood before Cleon. "Cleon, you have been found guilty of multiple attempted murders of the Astaporian council, the penalty is death. Any disagree?"

"None." The council replied.

"The penalty stands. Do you have any last words?"

"Fuck you, Westerosi bastard." Cleon said only to get a hidden blade to the throat. The large butcher slumped to the ground dead, his neck bleeding out on the floor.

"Dump his body into the water for the fish." Will said and the Unsullied dragged his body away.

Gendry and Edric soon arrived in the palace with Lord Umber and the others. "What's going on?" Lord Umber asked.

"Just an attempted coup by a butcher. Taken care of and no one was hurt." Will said. "Just a lot to pile on today. You all did well today in the battle. It was my honor fighting beside you."

"Please, the honor was ours. Stories will be hold about this for years." Smalljon replied.

Will walked up to Gendry and Edric and saw their cheeks tattered with blood and both looked a little worse for wear. "You two made me very proud today. Are you hurt?"

"A little. A slash on my leg but nothing serious." Gendry replied.

"We did as you said. Stayed with Lord Umber. He and his men looked after us." Edric added.

"You have my thanks, Lord Umber." Will told him.

"Think nothing of it. Those boys are your brothers if their skills in battle are any early indication then they might become as great as you." He commented.

"I'm proud of you both. Remember what happened today, the good and the bad. Just because one battle is victorious doesn't mean they all end the same way." He cautioned them.

"Yes, brother." They replied as they touched foreheads.

"Now, if there are no further problems here are my orders for the day. We tend to the dead, get some food, a bath, and after that I plan to go bed. This is one Nameday I'd rather have end sooner than later." Will told them. He had been through enough today.

End of Chapter 4.

1). The epic market fight scene in the Witcher episode 1 between Geralt and the bandits.

2). Imagine Giovanni Auditore appearance from the Assassin's Creed Lineage short series.

3). Imagine the Geralt vs. Renfri fight scene in episode 1. Will moves as Renfri with speed and agility and using a dagger. Ends before Renfri is disarmed and killed.

Hoped you guys liked the chapter. It just shows what Will's doing in Astapor and his plans for Slaver's bay. Trying to make things work and plan a better future for them which seems to be working but for how long. Only time will tell if things stay as good as this before the Masters make their next move. But Astapor is now under the protection of William Baratheon, Prince of the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros so that should help.

Next chapter, Will's adventures continue as he makes plan for Yunkai whose Wise Masters are waiting for him and have brought along help to stop them. Enemies with ties to Hercule's past and the key to his future. Until next time!

For those that think how the mood and climate of Astapor doesn't seem realistic, I based it on my own knowledge and it's a story as well so I took a few liberties. When Daenerys went through Slaver's Bay she just conquered and left whereas Will gets invested and actively tries to make things better so I figured it would have better results. And he's gotten some allies and now some Dothraki as calvary.

The battle with the Dothraki was very complicated to write so I'm sorry if it confuses anyone. Considering we've seen a Dothraki charge decimate the Lannisters after they're caught off guard, I figured a well-armed force with proper planning and explosives could actually stop them. The idea for the whole Dothraki cutting their braids and joined him was suggested by Ulthane so thank you and a lot of my stories are helped with suggestions from users like War Sage who has helped a lot on my stories so thank you.

William Baratheon: Son of Robert Baratheon and Lynna Stark, Prince of the Seven Kingdoms, the Blue Wolf, Slayer of the Iron Born, The Wolf of Storms, Breaker of Chains, Wolf of Justice, Stag of Righteousness, William the Conqueror.

· Appearance: Young Stephen Amell

· Birthdate: 279AC: 16 years old

· Regular Clothing: Boots, long black or grey trousers, light white tunic/shirt, dark blue/black leather jacket with hood and facemask.

· Armor:

o Steel plated combat gloves

o Steel plated vambraces/forearm guards with Valyrian steel forearm spikes and attached hidden blades.

o Light metal leg greaves

o Iron plated Samurai Dō (Chest armor) colored black with flecks of dark blue and white with sigil of House Baratheon and Stark.

· Weapons:

o Black/Blue Goldenheart tree Composite Recurve Bow and Arrows usually kept in saddle holster

o Small throwing knives looped in belt

o Valyrian Steel stiletto dagger & Valyrian Steel Dragonbone dagger holstered in boots

o Valyrian steel bastard sword Storm's Wrath holstered around left hip

o Valyrian steel bastard sword Wolf's Fang holstered over left shoulder or in saddle holster when riding

o Hidden blades taken from assassin and secured on forearm bracers

· Swan Ships: The Jackdaw, The Aquilla, The Black Pearl, The Flying Dutchman

· Notable Talents: Expert archer/trained in the Summer isles speed archery, knife thrower with expert aim and marksmanship. Agile and quick moving, self-trained in parkour, Free running, and urban exploration. Smart and quick thinking on the battlefield. Knowledge of battle tactics, poison, wildlife, history, politics, and economics. Fluent in Low Valyrian, High Valyrian, Summer Tongue, and Dothraki.

· Personality: Smart, attentive, wise, honorable up to a point, caring, generous, humble and cares about others. Hates backstabbers, deceivers, people who violate his trust or think they are superior to others. Doesn't like to be treated like a child or an idiot. Unrelenting against his enemies or those who harm innocents or his family. Prone to carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders or self-doubt in certain situations.

· Allies:

o Cedric Angar: personal tutor and once trained to be Maester, trusted friend

o Ser Arthur Dayne: Sworn Sword, protector, and trainer

o The Stark Family of Winterfell: Family

o Robert Baratheon: Father

o Stannis Baratheon: Uncle and Lord Paramount of the Stormlands

o Ser Davos Seaworth: advisor of Stannis Baratheon and trusted friend

o Ser Barristan Selmy: Commander of the Kingsguard, sworn to protect him

o Hundred Eyes: Kung Fu trainer and friend

o Gendry: squire, friend, and younger half-brother-age 13

o Edric: friend and younger half-brother-age 12

o Hercules: Leader of band of mercenaries, incredible strength, and skilled fighter

o Autolycus: Second in Command, expert knife thrower, thief, and spy

o Amphiaraus: Expert spear fighter, supposed seer and prophet

o Tydeus: Feral warrior, relentless and highly dangerous in combat

o Atalanta: Excellent combatant, tracker, and Amazon Archer

o Iolaus: Persuasive, excellent negotiator, storyteller, and orator

o Joshamee Mr. Gibbs Gibbs: Commodore and captain of the Prince's Swan Ships, expert sailor and naval combat operator

o Adewale: Second in command of the Prince's Swan Ships, expert sailor and naval combat operator

o Orys: Golden Crown Eagle

o Missandei: Personal handmaiden, translator, advisor, confidante, and friend.

o Grey Worm: Unsullied soldier and commander of Unsullied Legion

Disclaimer: I don't own Game of Thrones or any mentioned properties, all rights belong to their respective owners. I'm just a big fan