House of the Undying
The splendour and riches of Qarth slowly peel away as Daenerys' retinue enters where magic and sorceries dwell: Warlock's Way. Tall scrying towers dot the area while windowless buildings close in around them. Those who dwell here cover themselves in cloaks of blue and grey, and none dare show their faces. A slave pulls a cart full of jars, the smell metallic and full of rot. Even Saki does not like it here, she notes, watching the dragon sniff and hiss at nearby onlookers.
Rakharo approaches her and whispers: "Maegis and warlocks bed with demons. It is known, khaleesi."
"Lady Seiga is not Mirri Maz Duur," she assures him with a smile, "and not a true stranger if the Prince is to be believed. I've made my promise and I mean to see it through, blood of my blood." Though still troubled, the man nods and heads back into position. She plans only taking Ser Jorah and Prince Miko into the House of the Undying; too many guards will make her appear weak.
Deeper into Warlock's Way, buildings are replaced by tall black trees and blue canopies. Leaves fall like ashes all around them, the only sound here coming from the horses. A few figures stand still as statues in the shadows, wielding tall spears and dark helms.
Finally she sets eyes on the House of the Undying, yet House of Dust seems a more fitting title. It's a low building with no windows nor upper floors, slithering through groves of black trees like a dying serpent. Parts of the walls are crumbling and the shingles cracked, though some masons and slaves are working on repairs. As Dany steps out of her palanquin with Saki, the building's mouth-shaped door opens. "Ah, welcome~!" the cheerful Lady Seiga greets them. "Right on time. Please ignore the renovations."
"Home of the warlocks," Ser Jorah chuckles. "I expected something more grand."
"I know, those Undying don't care much for appearance," the warlock sighs, "but at least they've reinforced this place with magic."
"Is that so?" Prince Miko tugs at the empty air with Futo mimicking her movements. "Explains the foulness in the air. Such magic… Can you sense it, your grace?"
"Maybe," Dany answers for she doesn't know much of magic. But the air does smell odd, as if a thunderstorm had just passed by.
"Ah right, refreshments!" With a clap of her hands, a tiny dwarf walks out the building holding a platter of drinks; cups of dark blue liquid to loosen their tongues. Lady Seiga sips from one and shivers at the taste. "Delightful… Care to join?"
Miko, ever the curious drinker, takes a deep gulp from one and immediately regrets it. Ser Jorah can't hide his joy as the Prince coughs it all back up. "Ugh… That tasted so…"
"Delicious? I know~" the warlock giggles as she takes another sip, much to the Prince's horror. "Shade of the evening, made from the black leaves and used to enhance magic. A warlock's tea, if you will"
"Feels like drinking quicksilver," the Prince spits, "and rotten beef…"
"Care for one, mister knight?"
"If she can't handle it then I must politely decline."
"More for me then~ Come, let's not dwell longer outside." And with that, they enter the warlock's home.
Only the candles have ever seen the true horrors of this dreary place. There are empty jars full of strange bones scattered in the halls, some of which marking doors and pathways. A thousand doors and no windows… Like in the gullet of a sea dragon. Prince Miko traces her wooden piece along the wall as she walks, sometimes pausing to chip at some worn-down symbols. "So this is the Undying's magic…"
"Hard to notice without the drink," Lady Seiga raises her cup. Nothing looks magical to Dany but the warlock continues. "Though crumbling, their magic expanded this complex to such lengths that it barely resembles the outside. They don't even have a full map of it. A shame they don't beautify the place," she shrugs, "or themselves."
"Strangely similar to hermitage… Though mine is still better," the Prince gloats before turning to Dany. "Perhaps we can learn from these Undying."
Upon hearing that, Lady Seiga bursts into laughter. "Ah~ They're not in a state to teach nor talk. Why, I can teach you how-"
"The Prince's lectures is enough to handle, Lady Seiga." That and I'd rather stay by her side, Dany thinks, moving closer to Prince Miko. Even then, I can't let all my mind be taken by all these sorceries. I'm a Queen; politics is more intricate … she sighs. Perhaps someone like Doreah might be-
"Skraw!" Saki screeches and tugs at Dany with their sharp claws; something behind them? Turning around, she sees a little girl in ragged clothes staring back with bright purple eyes, her silver-white hair tied in a messy ponytail. Why does she look so- But before she comes to a realisation, the girl scurries off to an open door.
"Strange… Lady Seiga, who is-" No one's here. She's alone within the House's empty halls. Hoping that they've only walked ahead, she continues to the end of the corridor but finds no trace of them. They wouldn't abandon their Queen, would they? "Which door?" she wonders. As if answering her, the door where the girl walked through opens wider, creaking for her attention.
…
Dany strokes Saki's leathery wing, feeling their warmth to calm her heart. Blood of the dragon, she reminds herself, shades are nothing to me. And so she walks through.
Open doors lead her way, each more distant than the last. Though accompanied by Saki's chirping, she often hears soft whispers in the moving air. The Qartheen tongue, yet it sounds far too longing… Another door opens, this time leading up a stairway; this building doesn't have an upper floor. But she climbs it anyway.
As the whispers grow louder, a faintly sweet smell grabs her attention. Following it, she finds at the end of a spiralling hallway a grand door guarded by two pale soldiers, their face covered by a steel helm. Under closer inspection, intricate paper tags hang from them as well. "Where am I?" she asks, but none answers her. Still as statues… Is it not painful for slaves to remain like this? "I shall enter this room. If you see your master, tell her that Daenerys Targaryen is here."
Pushing open the heavy wooden door, that thick honey-like scent envelops her. This looks to be a dining room, yet it's nothing more than a storage for jars right now. Dany looks up and sees… A dark blue heart, pumping out glowing smoke. And the whispers are louder here, threatening to drown out her thoughts.
She approaches the large jars placed on the dining table's chairs, the source of that constant whispering. Saki bristles at their smell; from hunger or terror, she does not know. Dany can barely make out the mournful words of the Qartheen tongue, their yearning for-
"Ah, there you-"
"AHH!" Dany jumps back, nearly crashing into the others if not for the warlock's grip. "Oh, it's just you, Lady Seiga…" she sighs.
"It's just me~" the warlock giggles, twirling the Queen around and dusting off her dress. "Try not to get lost around here, I'd rather not have those two yell at me. Come, let's get back to the others."
As Dany follows the warlock out, she looks back at those whispering jars, their soft voice and scratching filling the air and haunting her mind. She does not know their wish, but fears it all the same.
House of the Undying
"So~" Lady Seiga sinks into a pile of rose-patterned cushions atop a stone platform, swirling a cup of evening shade. She smiles down at them, smug as a cat, before asking: "Have you all calmed down?"
"You have no right to question that for you-"
"My expectations of you were low but to think-"
"Air your grievances later," Daenerys snaps at her two advisors, returning them to their cushioned seats. "We have important matters to discuss." She picks up a cup and frowns upon realising it's more of that blue concoction; she puts it down.
Unlike the dilapidation of the building, the warlock's solar, if it could be called that, is far more clean and elaborate. Although there are no windows, light shines unnaturally bright from the purple candles towering above them. A few tapestries hang here and there and a… Six-legged thing lies asleep near the cushions, receiving occasional pets from the warlock. "You have dragons, I have Mimi," she says, earning a low satisfied growl from the beast.
"So you do, Lady Seiga. And as I recall, you claimed to hold men and swords as well, yet I nary saw a single soul in this complex. Is it true then that the words of warlocks are as good as dust?"
"I do live in the House of Dust~" the warlock jests, earning no smiles from Daenerys. "Of course, I didn't invite you here without preparations. I have a few plans to create a standing army for you."
"Plans." That word tastes vile in her mouth. Illyrio Mopatis had grand plans for Viserys, and look where it got me. "I was promised actual men, not dreams nor paper ships. If you have none then I shall-"
"I have them! Tch, so impatient…" Raising her now empty glass, she hits it with a fork and summons one of the armoured guards Daenerys saw back in the hallways. Ser Jorah bristles but keeps his cool, yet the Prince's widening eyes gives her some worry. The warlock gestures at him with her hairpin. "This one I named Lao, Queen dearie. A strong one, though no replacement for my dear Yoshika, wherever you may be," she says wistfully. "I have a thousand just like him at the ready, and expect a thousand more soon."
Daenerys looks into the dead eyes beneath that helm. "Slaves."
"No," the Prince cautions. "Necromancy."
"…Necro-"
"-Mancy~!" Lady Seiga declares cheerfully. She floats over to Lao and takes off his helm, revealing…
…
A choked sound escapes Dany's mouth as her breakfast threatens to climb back out. She pries her eyes off of him, that extensive damage to his- A walking corpse. This place is full of walking corpses. And I will be the one leading them. "The Master of Corpses, the Mother of Shades," she mutters, "No. I can't use this. I won't!"
"Before it was the drink and now my help," Lady Seiga pouts. "Why refuse my gifts?"
"Lady Seiga, the gifts you've shown us are cursed things," says Ser Jorah. "You are suggesting the Queen of Westeros to retake the Iron Throne with corpses! All the gods, the Seven, the Old, even that damned Drowned God will condemn us for this! Why, we might as well use slaves and Unsullieds in our army."
"Which I refused," Daenerys adds. "Free men, mercenaries, all may join me. But slavery is not welcome in my khalasar, and corpses…" She looks back at the body, a disgusting shiver going down her back upon locking eyes with it. "We may have some support with the commonfolk, but that can still change. Having an army of corpses will not help. Isn't that right, Prince Miko?" She turns to her advisor. But instead of an agreement, the woman looks contemplatively at the corpse's ruined face. "Prince?"
"…I've heard of worse ideas," the woman muses, shocking Daenerys. "Jiang-Shis are known for their strength, not so much their intelligence. They would certainly hold their ground…"
The Queen scoots over to her advisor, whispering: "They're corpses. Bloodmagic. I will not become the master of the dead."
"Your grace, if you remembered my lectures you would know that necromancy and bloodmagic are two different things," the Prince chides. "And the dead may be foul things, but most of your people are not fit to fight. Why risk their lives when we can use one that don't have them? While I won't trust everything Seiga say or do," she glares at the warlock, "this is not outside some good reason."
"But I still need living men. And support of the people. Corpses, they won't bring me this."
"Correct, but corpses will bring us military might, something we sorely lack. The heart of the people… That we can deal later, your grace."
That doesn't solve my problem, she wants to scream back, but from her answer the Prince is receptive to using corpses. Moving corpses. And if the Prince finds the warlock's proposal acceptable, then it should be fine for me… Right? Ser Jorah's look of disapproval nearly sways her, but she will trust the Prince's judgement on this. Of course, Daenerys doesn't intend to enter this deal blindly. "You say a thousand, yet the Usurper wields tens of thousands in his name."
"So many questions and worries," the warlock pokes Dany's nose, causing Saki to snap back. "Feisty little thing, so eager to fight when you're not even grown~" she giggles. "Well, lucky for us that new shipment of corpses shall arrive soon. Heard of the fighting in Slaver's Bay?"
"Words spread," Daenerys replies. Most of which were from Ser Jorah's investigations and Xaro's own retelling, but she's sceptical of how accurate they are. "The cities of Meereen and Yunkai have fallen to some red miasma, and now Astapor is under threat as well. Slave rebellions are occurring and masters are being killed by the thousands." Not that I care about them, she huffs. Those slavers may rot in hell. "I suppose you have a hand in this?"
"In corpse retrieval, yes," the warlock answers. "They're sending all sorts of people there: the legions of New Ghis, camelry from Qarth, even mercenaries from a place called the Free Cities. Must be a terrible conflict, oh I do yearn to see it~" a cat-like grin crosses her face. "Alas, dragons interest me more, and so I must stay in this painted city. Never expected them to be so cute~!"
Under the warlock's hungry eyes, Dany pulls Saki closer. "So the corpses will increase."
"In due time, yes."
"Each enemy fallen can become ours," the Prince adds, scratching at Futo's head. "An insidious plan… I expected nothing less from a wicked hermit."
"Aww, thank you-"
"That was not a compliment."
"How about command, then?" asks Daenerys. "I doubt corpses can lead men to battle."
"Well, you have me~" Lady Seiga smiles. "I also have a few warlocks and mages under my tutelage, though none I fear are as good as me. They can act as fellow commanders for the corpses."
"And all of them would be under you, isn't that right?" Ser Jorah points out.
"Oh, I wouldn't dream of it! Why, you can be their general, mister knight. Or my lovely Prince here. She certainly knows how to take charge," Lady Seiga goes to caress the Prince's cheek but her hand is slapped away. She smiles back in response before returning to her cushions. "Of course, Queen dearie, you could always appeal to the Pureborn to lend you experienced men. In fact, I shall help you in making bribes for them!"
"You would do that?" Daenerys cocks her brow. "Why?"
"Kindness."
"Dark desires," the Prince corrects with a scowl. "I can hear your heart loud and clear, Seiga. Spill it."
The warlock's eyes narrow and take a vicious glint as she refills her drink. "Nothing ever gets past you, my lovely Prince~ I simply want to repay the kind and polite messages the Pureborn sent me, but alas my warlocks and I are no longer allowed near their homes. But a dragon Queen? Why, they would be very grateful of your gifts! Well, my gifts, which you will be giving to them."
"…You mean to gift them poison, Lady Seiga."
"No need to ponder on the silly thing," the warlock smirks, "just think on accepting my help."
"They'll track it to me."
"As I said, dearie, worry not."
Daenerys does nothing BUT worry. She once heard that the Pureborns send Sorrowful Men, assassins of Qarth, to eliminate those they see as a threat. Though she's always protected, what of her khalasar? Would they try and use them as hostage? Would Xaro dare to hurt them? If he hears of my involvement, would he not throw us back into the streets?
However, what position does she have to refuse the 'help'? Xaro's gifts are more false than the warlock's and Daenerys has yet to hear anything from the masked woman Quaithe. At this point in time, Lady Seiga is the only one offering genuine help. Even if I stayed with Xaro, I have no doubts he'll tell me to beg the Pureborns. If that's the case…
Daenerys rubs her black bracelet, the one Aggo gifted her back in Vaes Tolorro. But here in this dreary room she can barely see the metal's patterned grain. This decision will lead her down a dangerous path, but is that not the life she's living? "If you see that as the best path forward, then I shall heed your advice, Lady Seiga. But promise me this." She stands and climbs up the stone platform, looking down at the warlock. "You will never bring ruin into my Kingdom, never bring ruin to my people, and you will help me rend the Usurper once and for all. Promise me this and you shall have a seat at my court."
"I will accomplish that and so much more, oh lovely Dragon Queen~" She takes the Queen's hand and kisses it, yet it doesn't bring the same flutter as with the Prince; only coldness and disgust. It leaves a faint blue print on her hand. "Trust my words that the Iron Throne shall be yours. For now, let us deal with these Qartheen, shall we?"
Qarth
"How was the Pureborn?"
"What do you think?" Daenerys seethes, chewing away on some grapes. The sway of Seiga's blue palanquin brings no calm to her heart, and neither does the occasional hungry chirps of Saki. "They had your bribes in their hands, yet still dared to refuse me with politeness. A Dothrakii's crass words are more reassuring than their soft refusal," she says, earning some laughter from her bloodriders.
"Horselords or Milk Men, no one likes a beggar," the Prince chuckles, refusing to refill Dany's wine cup. "To beg is to be seen as weak and pitiful. Why, I'd die of embarrassment if I had to grovel in front of a hundred people!"
"Oh, don't be so mean to our little Queen, Prince. I know you like to beg sometimes," the warlock teases, breaking the woman's confident visage with a blush. "Besides, I suspect the Pureborns refused because of your hair. From what I heard, you used to have such fine silvery locks~ Tell me, you've been using my ointments, right?"
"I have," Dany replies, running her fingers through her short hair. The warlock is adamant in making her regain 'beauty' as it were, giving strange concoctions meant to heal her skin and regrow hair. She knows the importance of appearances in appearing as the Dragon Queen. But it wasn't enough to sway those Milk Men. "I could have bought a ship with all those bribes. Their tears were not worth all that gold and neither were my pride and time. To think this city is ruled by them…"
"Their sleepy eyes are blind to Qarth's fermentation," Lady Seiga smirks. "Be glad that they're so soft and polite; all they wanted was to see the horsegirl with dragons on her shoulders."
"And none saw me as Queen," she groans, looking out at the gawking crowd around the palanquin. Usually terrified of a warlock's presence, the chance to see dragons overcame their fears. "Does anyone in Qarth see me as Queen?" Her eyes glance at the Prince, too preoccupied in feeding Saki, Tojiko, and Futo to give her much attention. All three are quite hungry after their display back at the Hall of a Thousand Thrones. Larger everyday…
"In due time, your grace," the Prince answers, no doubt hearing her unease. "You're still young, after all."
"Which does not change that I'm the rightful Queen of Westeros," she scowls before turning to the warlock. "What manner of gifts were they, Lady Seiga? I saw beetles and butterflies in gilded cages; are they meant to poison? Bite them in their sleep?"
"Gu," says the Prince, "cursed insects that carry great risks in creating them. With proper care they bring prosperity, but neglect brings doom to their owner's blood."
"Correct. Poisons are far too suspicious~" the warlock cackles.
"Like how Mirri Maz Duur cursed me?" She didn't remember doing any rituals or chanting when giving the bribes; only instructions on how to feed the insects.
"No, it is more… Abstract, shall we say? If Egon Emeros is to choke in the middle of dinner, the Pureborns would suspect your involvement in his death. But if he twists his ankle and cracks his head on the steps, would it be your fault or his own wide girth? Would a warlock be responsible for Wendello Qar Deeth's trade failures or Mathos Mallarawan's dogs finding his marrow tasty? Of course not~! Besides, those pale men insulted me," Lady Seiga sneers, an uncharacteristic frown settling on her face. "They questioned my magic and compared me to the wrinkly Pyat Pree, such mortal fools." She takes a deep drink of her shade before wiping the blue with her arm, the usual sly smile returning to her face. "Why ask, Queen dearie? Feeling pity for the Pureborns?"
"No." She has no kindness for slavers, especially those that refused to help her noble cause. "As long as it'll earn me ships and men, I will never cry for them."
"Xaro's advice be damned," the Prince laughs. Dany smiles before turning back to the passing scenery. Qarth is a beautiful city, she thinks to herself, and I have no doubts King's Landing would have similar splendour. But knowing the Prince won't be with her at the end, the glimmering Red Keep loses its lustre. Is there nothing that I can say to have her as my…
A sudden jolt brings her back to the palanquin. A large crowd blocks the way over the serpent bridge and towards the House of Dust. For a moment she thinks it's for them, but all Qartheen present are keeping their eyes on the commotion atop the bridge. "What is it?" she asks Aggo.
"Pointed riders, khaleesi," he answers. "And bejewelled women."
Jogos Nhai and the warrior maids of the Hyrkoon Patrimony. Ser Jorah once said that the two are fierce enemies, both killing and enslaving the other for thousands of years. If they're the ones blocking the roads, blood will be spilt if it hasn't already. But that doesn't seem to be the case as the city's camelry has yet to intervene, waiting instead at the bridge's mouths.
The warlock cares for none of it. "My my, I do hate traffic… Lao, be a dear and clear up the-"
"Wait," Daenerys interrupts her. "I've met the Jogos Nhai before, I can speak to them."
"Will you now~?" Lady Seiga sighs before plopping back into her cushions. "Suit yourself."
Though she doubts they'll actually listen to her, it's far better than letting a walking corpse 'clear' the road, as it were. Taking Saki and the Prince with her, she cuts through the Qartheen crowd before confronting the Jogos Nhai, though she takes a step back at the zorses' scornful neighing. "Explain what is going on," she says to the one named Hagus Nohos who leads a caravan and once gifted her two zorses.
"Dragon Queen," he replies in a bastard Valyrian, bowing his pointed head. "We don't mean to disturb your-"
A shout from across the bridge cuts him off, prompting the Jogos Nhai to bark something back in their sharp tongue. The zorses move, taking positions around the bridge as if ready for battle. Even the waiting camelry seem to side with them. With her apparently near-limitless knowledge of languages, the Prince translates: "Threats between the two, your grace. The Jogos Nhai intends to capture the… Hyrkoon, was it? That they're not welcome in Qarth. Such enmity…" she tuts.
Pushing past the angry riders, Daenerys walks across the serpent-shaped bridge to see the Hyrkoonian. She hopes that the warrior maids Aggo spoke of will be more willing to talk. But upon seeing them, the two pause in shock.
There are more than forty of the warrior maids and all are grievously wounded. Strange pink boils cover their dark skin, oozing sickly green pus onto their furry vests. Even their stout grey-mottled horses are not spared from the malaise, some of them wasting away from some invisible disease. The Prince grimaces upon seeing a jewel drop from a maid's loose cheeks.
Though a few croak out amazement of Dany's dragon in their strange tongue, they're soon silenced by someone she presumes to be their leader. The woman is taller than Jorah and wields a gold-banded spear taller than herself. Her missing arm and eye do not detract from her sharp gaze as she scrutinizes Daenerys and the Prince. Nodding her head, she thumps her spear and takes off her embroidered cloak, revealing battle-scarred breasts. "I've seen you before," she croaks out in the Dothrakii tongue. "Back in Vaes Dothrak, the horselord Drogo's girl-wife," she smirks, the rubies in her cheeks more red than her wounds.
"I am Daenerys Targaryen, warrior maid. Mother of Dragons, Queen of Westeros, and the khaleesi of my khalasar."
"Khalasar? A scrawny girl like you lead them?"
"Drogo's dead, and I'm no girl." Saki hisses at her anger, but the warrior's gaze does not falter. "Who are you and why are you in Qarth?"
"Qarth welcomes all, from horselords to warlocks," the warrior laughs before breaking into a fit of coughs, though she regains composure quickly. "I am Kalakaham Habashad, General of Bayasabhad's Mountain Brigade, Skinner of Zorses, Scourge of the Jogos Nhai, and mother of three commanders! But we have not come for trade nor war. No… We've come for refuge. And they," she points at the zorze-riders, "have refused our passage."
"The whore warriors kill," Hagus spits while keeping his distance; even wounded, all the Hyrkoonian are armed. "Dragon Queen, they will bleed your men and burn them atop fiery mountains!"
"Your blood have no worth and we are unable to return, fool," Kalakaham snaps back, a grim look settling on her face. "A great beast now lay claim to the Bones and our glorious cities. A wicked creature with a million legs and a million eyes that curl around mountains and spread miasma onto the land."
"They have iron tongues! All their words are lies!" the Jogos Nhai shouts. "They will churn this city red before gelding the men for their queer gods. Qarth will not welcome them!"
"I've traded in Qarth, you fool."
As the two turn again into shouting matches, the Prince whispers: "I hear no lies nor ill intent in the general's heart, not to us at least. And I fear the part about a monster is…"
"I know my decision. Stop their quarrelling."
The Prince raises her scabbard and for a moment unsheathes her sword, releasing a golden light that even Daenerys has to look away from. As the two groups blink their bleary eyes, she walks over to the general. "Crossing the bridge will anger the Jogos Nhai, and the camelry supports them," she says, not allowing the woman to protest. "However, as Queen of Westeros I shall shelter you and heal your wounded. The Prince and the warlocks will help in the latter."
Kalakaham raises her brow. "We don't speak to Pyat Pree."
"I know not of him; Lady Seiga leads the warlocks now." Taken aback by that reply, she turns to the other warrior maids and discuss in their native tongue. "Lady Seiga can house you," she adds, nearly causing the Prince to burst into laughter. "The House of Dust has more rooms than one can count, I'm sure the warlock can spare a few."
After a few agreeable mutterings, Kalakaham offers Daenerys an ornate iron ring with golden carvings of mountains. "My thanks," she says, "for we are guests under your roof. There will be more of my maids, days away walking on the Sand Road."
"Lady Seiga will take them."
"…Thank you." Grasping Daenerys' hand firmly, she gives her the heavy iron ring before returning to the other warriors. With a shout and a few spear thumps the group departs towards Warlock's Way, no doubt a surprising sight to those reclusive warlocks.
As she puts on the iron ring on her thumb, the Prince shakes her head in disbelief. "Forcing onto Seiga the act of kindness… What a hilarious thing to see."
"We've walked the Red Waste, Prince Miko. They've endured similar pain and deserve reprieve for their journey. If Lady Seiga objects to this, I'll remind her of the incomplete deal. She has no ground to argue."
"How sharp. You're going to be a splendid monarch, your grace."
"I learn from the best," she smiles at the Prince before turning her attention to the angry Hagus Nohos. "I've sent them away, just like you demanded."
"No, you housed them. You gave those mountain whores food and strength." Seeing the man's grip on his sword, the Prince steps in between them and Daenerys. "Dragon Queen, do you know what you have done?"
"I am helping them."
"WHY!? You wear their ring knowing those mountain whores will geld your knights and warlocks! Madness!" he spits, the insult making her eyes twitch. "They will corrupt you, Dragon Queen!"
"Oh, I doubt it," says Lady Seiga, floating int he air before taking a seat on the bridge's stone railing. "And what gives the Jogos Nhai the right to infringe her decision, hm? It is my home they're living under, not yours. Ah, do you mean to infringe on my authority?" Lady Seiga's grin turns malicious as she twirls her hairpin. "Defying a warlock is a rare and foolish thing. Care to see it through?"
Though he has greater numbers, injuring Daenerys may result in the camelry's involvement against the Jogos Nhai. So instead, Hagus bites a lead coin and throws it down at her feet; an ominous sign. With a grunt, the Jogon Nhai leave with their zorses, finally clearing the bridge from any obstructions. She breathes a sigh of relief, though somewhat empty knowing the potential for future conflict. Staying in this city for too long will be the death of me. "Let's return to the palanquin."
"No need to walk, Queen dearie, I'll bring them here. But next time, try to consider my duties as head warlock…" Lady Seiga groans before floating off.
"She already did," the Prince chuckles with Saki.