Chapter 3

Daenerys's POV

I awoke chained to Grazda's bed. I looked up to him to see that he was sleeping soundly and naked. I tried to pull at the chain to see if it would break off but no luck. Grazda began to roll around and then he looked at me his eyes fluttering open. He smiled at me as he sat up on his bed. He patted my head as if I where a dog I looked at him in disgust.

"Slave grab my robe." Grazda ordered pointing in the direction of his robe.

I stood up and walked to the robe. I grabbed it and felt the fabric. It as as soft as the greatest silk in the world. I turned around and walked it over to Grazda and handed it to him. He put it on and covered up his naked body. He began to walk around doing his morning routine. I barely got any sleep last night since I kept having dreams about what happened last night. These dreams weren't exact representations of what happened. They were distorted. In every one I was laying beneath Grazda moaning his name begging him for more just thinking about the dreams made me wanna puke. He then walked over to me and placed his hand on my back.

"Who are you?" He asked.

I looked him in the eye.

"Daenerys Targaryen." I replied.

He smacked me.

"Who are you?" He asked again.

"Daenerys Targaryen." I said firmer.

He smacked me again and forcefully grabbed me by the chin to make me look at him.

"You are Oranea Vollen understand." He said.

I nodded.

"Who are you?" He asked yet again.

"Oranea Vollen." I replied with a frown.

He let me go and smiled.

"Good." He said walking away. "Come I need to be bathed." He said.

After Grazda finished his bath he pulled me around as he tended to his duties. Since Kraznys died he has taken over the unsullied trade and it is more prosperous then ever under his command. I just hope that Jorah is out there somewhere planning to get me out of here.

Grazda met with many potential buyers for the unsullied today. Some left with what they wanted. Others weren't so lucky with their transaction. I thought destroying Astapor and killing Kraznys would stop this but maybe I was wrong. Then Grazda took me to his council meeting. There were Slave Masters coming in from across Slavers Bay came to attend the meeting. They were all staring at me in slave rags and chains. Grazda must of taken notice to all the stares.

"How rude of me I haven't introduced you to my new slave." He toughed at my chain. "Go ahead introduced yourself." He said.

"M..m.my name is Oranea Vollen." I said.

The Masters looked confused.

"Aren't you Daenerys Targaryen?" One asked.

"Answer." Grazda said.

"No she's dead." I replied.

At first they were all shocked but then nodded their heads in agreement with the new information. Of course since I wouldn't be a threat to them anymore and they could sell thier slaves in peace.

"So Nyessesso how is the reconstruction of Astapor coming along?" Grazda asked.

"It's coming along quicker then expected." Nyessesso replied.

Their rebuilding Astapor? It's been so long since i've been there but I remember the damage. The walls were crumbling and the buildings colapsing. I remember the charmed corpses on the ground. The smell of the burning flesh still fresh in my nose. Then the memories of my dragons came to me. Before they were killed by the Masters. Well they claim that they killed them but I never saw it happen. That fact gave me a spark of hope deep inside. A spark that they could be alive.

"Will it be ready soon?" Grazda asked.

"Within the next few months." Nyessesso said.

"Excellent." Grazda replied with a smile. "Once Astapor is rebuilt we can put someone who is loyal to me there and it will begin my reign of Slavers Bay."

So Grazda is going to conquer Slavers Bay. I tried to do that and it didn't work out. I almost went to speak but cut myself off.

"What was that slave?" He asked. "Have something to add?"

"No master." I replied.

"Go ahead what do you have to say. I allow to speak." He said.

"I was just thinking about my attempt at trying to take control of Slavers and you see how it worked for me." I said.

He stroked his chin taking in what I had just said.

"But you made a stupid decision and I won't make a stupid decision." He replied. "You will help me since you do have a great mind for strategy." He said.

I find it ironic that he said that considering my strategy has me left here a slave. But I had to do what I had to do and I couldn't let him down either or I would be beaten if I do.

"Yes master." I replied.

The rest of the meeting was boring stuff about slave trade and the economy of the city. When the meeting was over Grazda took me to his cambers. He let me free of my chain for the time being.

"Bring me wine." He ordered.

I walked to the other side of his room and grabbed a goblet and filled it with wine and then walked it over to him.

"Grab yourself some as well." He said.

I didn't move.

"I get where your from it is considered improper to deny such offer." He said.

I walked back to the other side of the room and filled another goblet with wine and sat across the table from Grazda. He was looking over some parchment before placing it down and took a sip of his wine. He placed his goblet back on the table and stared at me. I don't know what he was thinking about but it couldn't have been good.

"You remind me of my sister. She was strong and persistent just like you." He said with a smile from thinking about the memories.

"What happened to her...if you don't mind me asking." I said.

"We were on a trip to Mereen and our caravan was attacked by a group of about fifty Dothraki. She was taken and then I went on the hunt to find her I found that she was sharing a bed with the Khal and couldn't convince her to come home. A few months later a Dothraki rider came and informed me that they were attacked and that my sister was killed in the fighting. I buried her at sea just like she wanted. It was sad to see her die so young." He said.

I could tell I brought some old bad demons up that I shouldn't have and I actually felt bad for him.

"I'm sorry for bringing that back up." I apologized.

He waved his hand at me.

"Nonsense it's fine it helps me remember that she was alive and lived happy." He said taking a sip from his wine.

I picked my goblet up and sipped the wine. It tasted wonderful.

"This is good wine." I said.

"I'm glad you like it." He replied with a chuckle.

"My sister was an open spirit she would always help the salves that where hurt or thirsty even though she wasn't supposed to. She always thought about the slaves being free but helped with the business because it is our way of life. She never understood it I tried to get her to understand but she didn't listen." He said taking a sip of wine.

I played with my goblet watching the wine swish back in forth. I played back everything Grazda said about his sister. I was letting it get to me. Maybe this whole story was made to get to my head and break me. I will not break not to this.

Sorry for the LONG wait. I am trying to get better at this and also trying to find time to write. I am glad you guys are liking this story. Also don't forget to comment and let me know what you think.