SORRY THIS FOR THE DELAY IV'E BEEN STUCK WITH WRITERS BLOCK. ANYWAY HAPPY SEASON 8! CRAZY EPISODE HUH? WELL NEXT CHAPTER THE CRAZINESS WILL COME TO DTSQ. ENOUGH TALKING AND TO THE CHAPTER!
The town of Yunkai was on edge for the last several weeks. The Dothraki army grew closer every day and it still seemed like they weren't ready for a battle. The walls were still under repair and troops were still being trained. The Masters were running around taking care of the preparations and it was taking a toll on them. Grazda was noticeably more angry than he usually is. He took most of his angers out on Daenerys. Some nights he would come in his chamber and force himself on her even hitting her at times if she resisted. It took the ultimate toll on him as everything he has worked to achieve was at stake. What made it worse was that everyone in his new empire looked up to him to halt the Dothraki horde. As much as many didn't like him they hated the savages even more. They'd rather follow Grazda's lead over being slaves to the Dothraki horde. Daenerys was of much use to the Masters as she had lots of insight into the Dothraki. This was able to help them set up defenses against the attackers.
It took weeks but the city was finally ready for battle. Defenses were up and the men were motivate. They also took the extra precaution of creating a escape route for Masters and people. Daenerys was conflicted about the battle. Half of her wanted the Dothraki to lose and the other half wanted them to win. Her mind was all messed up from being trapped in chains for the last few months. She began to believe everything that she was told by Grazda about all her friends being dead...maybe this was her new life. No! She couldn't think like that...not now when freedom is so close. All of her goals always seemed so close no matter how far away they were.
Daenerys put her dress back on after pleasuring her Master. A thin layer of sweat covered her body from the activity. Grazda however continued to lay naked in bed with his arms behind his head. She walked over to the balcony and looked over the city as she fixed up her hair. Now that she took the time to admire the city the beauty finally showed. The ancient architecture could soon be a thing of the past depending on the outcome of the battle.
"Slave bring me water." Her master ordered from the comfort of his bed.
Without question she made her way to the small table holding the pitcher and cups. Carefully she filled the cup and turned around with an amused look on her face.
"Come and get it." Daenerys said jokingly.
Grazda picked up on her joke.
"You don't want to know what will happen if I have to get out of this bed." He joked back.
With a chuckle the silver haired slave brought the cup to her master. He took it from her hand and drank the whole thing dry. Handing her the cup back he requested another cup. Again she complied and filled the cup and handed it back to him. She caught his eyes checking her out as he sipped from the golden cup. He reached out to touch her but she pushed his had away.
"Haven't we had enough fun?" She asked.
He laughed finishing off the water and placing the cup on the floor. Getting out of the bed he place his hands on her sides slowly walking her back into a wall. His face was so close to her's that she could feel his breath hitting her face.
"This place would be an utter mess if I let a slave tell me how much fucking I was allowed to do." He laughed before kissing her and walking away.
Grazda bent over grabbing his outfit off the floor and putting it back on.
"I have important duties to attend to...please stay in the room." And with that he was gone.
Silence filled the air for the first time in days. It was nice not having people screaming and panicking. Yes panic still filled the city but everyone was hiding in their homes with family for what could be their last day on the planet. She looked over the city from the balcony as the sun set and actually took in the city. This would all most likely be destroyed in the next few days. She also pondered her rise to slave royalty. When she arrived her she was nothing but a slave...but now she is pretty much the lover of her Master. Nobody though that this was going to happen. Many of the slaves were envious of her as she was treated much better than the others. Most were beaten while Grazda barley ever laid a hand on her. Her treatment could be compared to a Princess. All she could really hope for is that help comes soon or else all will be lost.
Grazda walked through the city with his Generals checking every defensive position to ensure it was set up properly. He check the walls making sure there were plenty of arrows,oil, and torches up top. Everything seemed to be up to his standards...it had to be perfect or else defeat would be certain. He dreamed of taking power in Slavers Bay and now that he has it it is threatened by a horde of savages. He would do whatever it takes to keep his title and the power that comes with it.
"We fight from in the walls." Grazda told the General.
"My Lord?" He asked.
"Only a fool meets the Dothraki in an open field. We pick them off from the walls and once their force is depleted then we attack."
The General nodded and agreed.
They both then looked as a line of wagons with grain and other necessities coming through the front gate. Everything was almost in place then they could seal the city. All was set and everything was good.
The Dothraki horde was officially on the move. All of the near 80,000 men were marching. The echoes of horses and feet could heard for miles around. Jorah was at the front of the horde with the Khal and his Bloodriders. They would reach Yunkai in about two days. All he could hope was that this battle won't be for nothing. The entire Khalasar had high hopes for the battle. The slave army was much smaller than the horde and they were also poorly trained. He just hoped at this point was that Daenerys was ok.
Many of the men were thirsty for blood. Many were discussing what they would do with their slaves they will capture. That brought back memories of why Jorah was here in the first place. Before he fled Westeros he had sold some poachers to get out of debt. He was caught had nearly executed by Eddard Stark but he fled. He didn't condone the practice of slavery but it was a part of the Dothraki culture. He could help many slaves once him and the Dothraki defeat the Masters.
Yunkai was still another two to three days ride. It was no secret the Masters knew they were coming. Jorah wondered if the Masters would send their army to meet them in the field or would they coop up in their city behind the safety of their walls. Realistically staying within the walls would be their best bet. Only fools meet the Dothraki in an open field...he was hoping they were fools. The Dothraki really have no experiance with sieges or climbing walls as most city's they invade don't have any. If the Masters were cooped up behind the walls of Yunkai they could last for months with a massive supply of food and water. If they wanted to they could also flee the city on boats...but they wouldn't do that. They would want to show the superiority of their slave armies.
"I can already smell the blood of battle." Khal Moran said.
It seemed like all they smelled was the blood of battle. Hell the entire Dothraki Sea was built of the blood of battle as they invaded the land taking over villages and cities killing the native inhabitants. The Khal reminded the Westerosi a lot of Tywin Lannister...he was a man of power who cared for nothing but wealth and earned his by using soldiers to burn two castles to the ground killing everyone inside them.
As Jorah went to respond to Moran voices echoed that weren't from the horde causing him to place his hand of the hilt of his sword. As they grew closer to the noise several men could be seen one with his britches down taking a piss and another standing nearby. The others stood by a fire cooking and chatting. The man taking a piss turned around tying his pants up. When he noticed the horde he yelled to the men all grabbing their swords. Moran ordered for and attack on the small group of men. The man then grabbed a small dagger and quickly flung it and the Westerosi landing in the ground missing him buy a hair. Upon looking at the blade Jorah knew it looked familiar.
"Hold your blades!" Jorah yelled at the small party.
"Jorah?" The soldier yelled back.
"Yes Darrio it's me!" he replied sliding off his house and grabbing the dagger from the ground.
The old friends approached each other with smiles on their faces.
"I knew that was you old man...that's why I missed." Darrio joked.
"Sure you did." Jorah replied handing the sellsword his prized dagger back. "Anyway...how did you survive?"
"I could ask you the same thing." Darrio responded. "So what are you doing with the Dothraki?"
Jorah sighed.
"Daenerys has been captured and I've rallied the Dothraki to attack Yunkai and get her back." He informed the sellsword.
Darrio rubbed his beard.
"How many men do you have left?"
"After the battle a few hundred."
After Darrio resounded another recognizable face approached.
"Grey Worm!" Jorah said in shock.
"It's good to see you Jorah the Andel." He said in his broken tongue.
"And a few hundred Unsullied. How many are the horde?" Darrio asked.
"About 80,000."
He nodded. "We'll ride with you to save Daenerys."
Jorah,Grey Worm,Darrio, and Khal Moran all sat around the fire eating and planning out the battle. The plan was to sneak a man into the city and set their ships on fire. After that the army would surround the city completely blocking the Masters inside with nowhere to run. That should eventually force the Masters to surrender. Darrio and Grey Worm liked the plan while Khal Moran sat silent just listening. Jorah noticed the silence wondering what the Khal's input would be.
"Khal Moran your oddly quiet...what do you think of the plan?" The Westerosi asked.
"It's your battle Andal...besides the Dothraki aren't the best at strategy...we just attack."
He has a point. The Dothraki are raiders who never plan their attacks they just charge in and hope for the best. The Khal then retired himself to his tent to get some sleep and allowed the old friends to catch up. They exchanged stories of the long fight to this point. Darrio nearly died of thirst until he happened upon a small village that nursed him back to health. Grey Worm was severely wounded in the battle and a member of Meereen hid him in their home until he healed. Over time their men they had left found them and reformed their small armies. Neither of them knew if Daenerys was dead or alive. It made them happy to know that she was still alive and could be saved.