Welcome to yet another chapter of Daenerys The Slave Queen. Sorry for the delay I do have lots of good stuff coming up the next couple of weeks so your DTSQ hunger will be fed that's for sure. Enjoy the chapter!!!
The battle was over as soon as it began. The attacking Dothraki force split in two trapping the caravan between two hills with nowhere to run. Before the salve soldiers knew what was happening dozens had been cut down while another dozen Masters had also been killed. Soon the solders surrendered and the battle was over. Jorah stood on a small hill watching as the Dothraki looted the caravan. It wasn't a major victory but a victory nonetheless. Khal Moran walked up the hill stopping next to Jorah looking over the remnants of the battle. He made a comment on the fighting of the slave solders.
Jorah then walked down the hill to the carts looking though them. In one her saw a beautiful silk dress. He put it in his loot bag for Daenerys when he saved her as he knew they probably had her chained to a damp floor in torn rags. He wished they could march on the walls of Yunkai but it would lead into a siege and the Dothraki weren't the sieging type of warriors. They just like to attack,rape, and pillage.
Once the caravan was pillaged everyone loaded up their loot and rode back to camp. When they got back to camp they couldn't find anywhere to put all the loot. Eventually the Khal ordered some of the Dothraki to built a hut to put it all. Moran noticed Jorah and walked over to him patting his shoulder.
"Come." He said.
Jorah followed the Khal to a pavilion where he conducted his business. There was a table in the middle. Moran sat at the head and offered Jorah the seat next to him. He quickly took the seat and waited for the Khal to speak.
"We have won a battle." He said.
Jorah nodded. "Yes but not a big one."
The Khal nodded in agreement and called for a servant. A girl no older than 19 approached the table holding a pitcher of liquid. She was in torn rags and her hair was sticking up in several places. Dirt covered her face as she just stared at Moran waiting for orders shaking in fear.
"This slave is my favorite." He said gripping at her rear making her gasp.
Jorah's face went down at the sight catching the attention of Moran.
"We fought against slavery in Meereen."
Moran chuckled. "Well we are not in Meereen and we are not Meerenise...slave pour me and my companion a drink."
The slave obeyed his orders walking to a smaller table grabbing two cups. She filled them and brought them over to us. Moran waved her off and she quickly walked away. He put up his cup in a cheering motion. Jorah repeated and they both drank from the cups.
"So tell me about this Daenerys...I've heard many stories."
"She...she is the best Queen anyone can ask for. She's the Queen that cares for her people and treats them well...unless they treat her with disrespect. She did what had to be done even if she didn't like it. Her beauty is beyond compare...I'm sure the tales have spread far and wide." Jorah said taking a sip of his drink.
"I have also heard she possesses dragons?"
"She does. I hardly believed it when she stood from the ashes of Drogo's funeral pyre with three baby dragons climbing all over her...they grew quick. No doubt they are dead now."
Moran held up another toast. "For Daeneys." He said
Jorah lifted his cup and they both drank.
Daenerys stood on the balcony overlooking the city. Everything was now seeming normal to her as she was more adjusted to ruling in Meereen. It actually kind of nice not having to deal with all the requests and people wanted to see her. The only thing she seemed to miss was her dragons...her children. The day those eggs cracked open is a day that will always be in her memory no matter what happens. One question that was running through her head was what happened to Missandei. The sad part is that Daenerys hoped she was dead...she didn't want the young interpreter to go through what she has had to go through.
Down on the streets below the people of Yunkai were preparing for the Dothraki. They built barricades to hold the gates shut in an attempt they try to knock them down. Soldiers filled oil buckets full of arrows on the battlements to rain fire on the attackers. The young recruits trained in the courtyard so they can have as many troops as possible. The City was ready for both a siege and direct attack.
Daenerys felt a presence behind her. Turning her head to the side she saw Grazda approach as he placed his hand on her shoulder. He stood next to her watching over the city as it prepared. Never had the young Targaryen seen a city so efficient. It was still sad for Daenerys to see the slaves get whipped when they weren't working fast enough. It was hard for her to stand there a slave and in a way be treated better than any of them. Grazda sensed this and put a tighter grip on her shoulder to comfort her.
"What is bringing you down?" He asked.
"The way the slaves are treated...how I'm treated better than them...as a slave."
Grazda turned careening her cheek with his hand.
"Because you listen better than them. You serve me well and don't deserve punishment." He replied.
He looks into her eyes seeing everything...fear,hate,sadness, and a hint of joy.
"You still hate me...there is no need too. This is your life now and that Andal night is not coming to save you."
"But he is...he is. For what other reason would the Dothraki come this far. I was married to Khal Drogo a Khal every Dothraki respected. He is dead and I belong in Vaes Dothrak with the Dosh Khaleen." She informed him.
Grazda was no expert in Dotraki and their customs but if she was right...it scared him more. Especially if the sells words that got away are still alive that could be bad news. A good part of the Unsullied were killed while the rest got away. The Unsullied should be an issue as the commanders were dead...he saw their dead bodies himself. As for the Dotraki he has heard thousands of tales of what great warriors they are. He pulled his hand from her cheek.
"There is a meeting of the Masters...come." He said.
When they entered the room all the Masters were in their seats. They stood when the saw Grazda entered the room. He motioned for them to sit and took his place at the head of the table.
"Servant pour us some wine." He ordered.
Daenerys hesitated before walking ton the end of the room grabbing a pitcher of wine. She knew soon enough this would be over and Jorah would save her. Pouring wine into the cups she brought them over to the Masters as they began to discuss their business. They started with the Dothraki threat.
"This Dothraki threat seems to be larger than I initially thought." Grazda said. "Reports say there are over 35,000 Dothraki camped just 13 miles south of Meereen. They seem to be headed for Yunkai."
"My scouts told me there was a small party of about 100 or so Second Sons north of Meereen. I dispatched some men to deal with them before I departed." Master Hakhon said.
Grazda nodded.
"We need to up the defenses here. We are low on oil and arrows as well as men. I've noticed some parts of the walls are weak and falling apart." He said looking to a lesser Master. "I appoint you Master of Building and I expect those walls to be repaired before the savages get here."
The man nodded honored at the position bestowed upon him. "I will need a day or two to inspect the damages and will need some men to help with the repairs."
"Very well...I will request some slaves from Master Hizdaal. Grazda replied writing down a note to talk to the Master.
The meeting last a couple of hours. The Masters discussed the treasury,defenses,strategy, and other small matters. The upcoming battle was on everyone's mind. Reports were showing that the Dothraki army was much larger than the army in Yunkai. They had around 15-20 thousand men in and around the city while the Dothraki had almost 60,000. The Masters predicted the Dothraki would arrive in a few weeks but Danny knew better. They would be there in less than a fortnight. She was then approached by a slave she has never seen before.
"Master Grazda requires your presence in his personal chambers." She said.
With a nod she was making way towards her Master's chamber without a second thought. Once she entered Grazda's chamber she noticed he was already in the room standing by the bed smiling at Daenerys.
"Oranea!" He exclaimed.
"What is it Master? I was told you needed me."
Since fell over the room for several seconds.
"Straight to the point...that's what I like about you." He said with a chuckle. "But since you asked..."
Daenerys was still wondering why she was there. Until Grazda picked up a necklace made of gold. Attached to it was a amulet with an emerald in the middle. It was one of the most beautiful necklaces she has ever seen. He extended his arms out and she bowed her head so that he could place the necklace around her neck. She closely inspected the necklace looking deep into the green jewel embedded in the center. Looking up she didn't know what to say at this show of kindness. Grazda stepped in front of her lifting up his hands stroking her cheek.
"Hopefully this earns your loyalty...I can see everyday you still fight me...remember...you are mine now." He said shoving her back on the bed.
Sorry no sex this chapter but more is to come don't worry! How do you all like the story line so far? Suggestions are always welcome. Major stuff is happening in the next couple of chapters as I said pre-chapter including some plot twists and one BIG surprise! See y'all in the next chapter!!