Daenerys awoke with a ray of sunlight shining on her face. Rubbing her eyes she sat up looking around the familiar room which she had slept in when she was the pretender Queen of Meereen. Looking around her master was nowhere in sight. She slowly sat up rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Once awake she sat up and walked over to the other side of the room where a new dress was draped over a chair waiting for her to put it on.

The silver haired girl stripped from her old robes and picked up the new gown. To ensure everything was on right she looked in the mirror that was placed in the room. It would be wrong to embarrass her master by not being properly dressed. The dress was made of the fine after fabric. It was blue and white gown with a cut out at her chest exposing some of her breasts as well as slits down the side showing off some of her legs. The dress also tied into the collar that was fastened around her neck.

She brought her pale hands up to the collar feeling the leather that was fastened around her neck and feel the metal loop that helped hold up the very exposing dress left behind by her master. Something inside of her felt anger for the collar but she knew what she was...she was a slave and that is what she was meant to be. As far as she knew Daenerys Targaryen was dead and her name was Oranea Vollen the slave to her master Grazda the King of Slavers Bay...this was her life now.

Another slave soon entered the room notifying her that Master Grazda had requested her presence in the council Chambers. Daenerys thanked the slave and departed to make way to the chambers. It was odd being back in Meereen especially returning as the thing she swore to destroy. Of course the idea that slavery could be abolished in Salvers Bay was a folly. It took some time to learn that but she learned it non the less. What helped from that was she did remember the layout of the Great Pyramid and all its shortcuts.

Soon enough she arrived at council chambers where she once held meetings of her council when she was 'Queen of Meereen.' Grazda heard the footsteps enter the room and turned around from the chair he sat in to find his beautiful silver haired slave entering the room.

"Good you have arrived. I want you to make sure there is enough water and wine as well as bread and salt for my guests."

"Of course Master...I will be on it at once."

The Master watched with a smile as his pet got to work. She cheeked all the pitchers were filled with wine and water. The pitchers of water were filled but the wine was running low. She picked them up taking them to have them refilled. It didn't take long to arrive to the wine storage and fill them up running them back to the chambers before heading to the kitchens to retrieve the bread. She asked the cooks for a tray of bread and salt and they obliged putting it together and handing it to the slave. Quickly she brought it back to the council chambers not wanting the snacks to be late for the councilors. When she arrived back with the bread the meeting didn't start...in fact Grazda was still the only one sitting at the table.

"Good put the tray in the center of the table."

Daenerys did as she was told placing the tray right in the middle of the table so everyone could pick at it.

"Good...I am stressed...relieve it."

Daenerys knew what he wanted and didn't care that anyone could walk in at any moment and dropped to her knees between her Master and the table. She undid some of his robes to make room for his cock to flop out. Just the sight of the long light brown tool caused moisture to begin to build up between the salve's legs. Her pale hand wrapped around it slowly beginning to stroke it. Slowly it began to grow until it was finally the at its full length. It was a miracle the girl wasn't drooling over the sight that has brought her so much pleasure.

She slowly lowered her head until her soft lips were wrapped around it and began bobbing her head back and forth with her tongue whirling around it. Gods did this feel good! This was one thing he loved about his new slave...while she was hard to crack she knows what her Master likes and ensures he is happy at all times as she knew when her Master was happy she was happy.

Grazda placed his hand on the back of her head tangling his fingers within her long silver hair aiding her passes. The feeling alone of her soft warm lips sliding against the flesh of his cock was enough to nearly send him over the edge. However he couldn't make it easy! If a slave wanted a reward they have to work for it...and the 'Breaker of Chains' was definitely going to work...but not too hard as there was a meeting that was to commence shortly.

As she bobbed her head back and forth her eyes rolled up to meet her owner's...God did she truly have beautiful eyes. She then began twisting her hand along with the strokes motion of her hand as she sucked his cock. Grazda's groans began to fill the air as all the pleasure was beginning to build up. Perhaps she may have made a good Queen but she made a much better sucker than a Queen that was for sure. Finally he reached his peak not wanting to hold back any more in the event that the other councilors arrived he did not want to be in a compromising position when they arrived. He pumped his cock into her mouth emptying his seed into it.

As his orgasm subsided Daenerys slowly sucked and stroked him ensuring not a single drop of cum was left behind. She lifted her head looking to her Master who watched a small bit of his seed drip down her lip and chin. She quickly wiped it up with her hand and licked it clean.

"Good slave...now we must prepare for our guests."

She smiled before fixing herself up to look good for the other Masters. It wasn't much longer before they arrived taking a seat at the table and the meeting commenced. Throughout the meeting she tended to all the masters making sure their cups were full of wine and their was never an empty tray of snacks. The masters ate at fresh juicy pomegranates which would make anyone's mouth water and they drank the best wine on this side of the Narrow Sea. At one point one of the Masters gave her one of their half eaten pomegranates which her master allowed her to take as a reward for good behavior.

After the meeting the Masters dispersed and Daenerys quickly moved to clean the table brining the trays,cups,and pitchers to the kitchens to clean them. With the kitchens being short handed on slaves she personally clean them before returning to her Master who was in his chambers sitting on a chair sipping at a cup of wine.

"Slave come."

She approached.

"You have been a loyal servant and stayed by my side when you had many opportunities to run away. You have served and done everything that has been asked of you. For that I will release you for the rest of the day for you to go bathe and clean yourself as well as have a proper meal."

"Thank you Master...I am grateful for this reward it is more than I deserve."

A smile grew on Grazda's face.

"It is...but loyalty does warrant a reward. If there was no reward for loyalty then there would be no reason to be loyal to someone. Now go and be back at sundown."

Daenerys bowed before leaving the room. She then headed towards the bathhouse where the peasants and slaves all washed up. Most of the tubs were filled expect one that still had enough room for a few people. The people of Meereen stared at the silver haired slave who used to be the Queen of the bay with the collar around her neck. Whispers began to echo though the room as the people began to talk and gossip. No one in a million years would have thought they'd see the 'Breaker Of Chains' wearing one...not only wearing one but submitting to one. When they had heard that Daenerys had submitted to slavery many refused to believe it while others took to calling her 'The Slave Queen'. It was hard for most in that bathhouse not to cry at the sight of their beacon of hope falling.

Daenerys stopped in front of the tub and stripped down to nothing but her flesh and slowly stepped in the tub. The peasants in the tub stared at the former Queen's body taking in every curve of it which now belonged to Grazda. She truly was a beauty...of course all Targaryens were known for their good looks. At one point the last dragon would have been wary of all the eyes looking her up and down but she no longer cared...let them look. The feeling of the warm water against her flesh was soothing having not taken a warm bath in a long time and with the recent battle and the hot weather of Savers Bay it definitely felt good to wash all that off.

She took a rag and scrubbed at her flesh rubbing away all the dirt and sweat. The whispers could still be heard as the people in her tub couldn't fathom that they were sharing a public bath with Daenerys Targaryen. While some of the whispers were that of adoration for her for what she attempted to do by liberating Slavers Bay however there were other whispers of disdain for her as she submitted to the very collar she swore to remove from the necks of every man,woman, and child in in bay.

Despite feeling the hundreds of eyes on her and hearing all the whispers she shrugged them off getting on with her bath. The whispers meant nothing...she knew what she was...what she was meant to be. Nothing...not even the whispers of the people would change that. Feeling a bit of discomfort from all the eyes she decided to finish up and get out of the tub putting on the slave gown that she had placed next to it before leaving the bath house and made way back to her master. She took a moment to stop and look at the sunset as the sun slowly dropped behind the walls of the city.

She then continued into the pyramid and to her master's chamber. She made it to his chamber and opened the door. Once inside her eyes fell upon him reading some parchments at the small table on the other side of the room. His eyes looked up from the parchment to see his slave standing at the door returning from her bath.

"Did you enjoy your reward my pet?" He asked.

"I did master...again I thank you for the reward." She replied.

He looked at her body in all its glory from the distance. Her milky white flesh and perfect figure. He decided in that moment that he wanted to see more of it and was bored from reading all the letters from the lesser nobles from the region.

"Come here." He commanded.

Daenerys took a few steps forward stopping a few feet in front of her master.

"I want you to take off your grown and dance for me."

Dance with no music? How would she pull this off? She didn't even know how to dance especially with the culture here.

"Master...with no music?"

"Yes."

With no other questions she let the dress fall from her shoulders exposing her completely uncovered body beneath. Grazda looked with glee at her perfect body as her hands slowly began to raise up and trace across her flesh as her body began to move back and forth trying to find a groove that pleased her master. Finally with a large smile from ear to ear on his face she knew she was doing good and kept going with it. Occasionally he would give her a command like 'turn around' or something like that to change it up so it wasn't a loop of the same thing. She truthfully was a true Targaryen beauty and she was all his...his property...his pet.

After he had had enough of the entertainment he ordered her into the bed for a before bed fuck to help make easing into sleep easier. And that night did he truly sleep like a baby!

Jorah looked out on the city of Yunkai from the large pyramid that once housed the newly fashioned 'King of Slavers Bay' who had escaped and was holding his Queen. Since the battle the plumes of smoke faded and the city had gotten to cleaning up from the fight. The citizens of the city were sad to see their city destroyed but were happy to finally be freed from their chains a dream they never thought would become reality. They never thought their liberation would come from the Dothraki but it didn't matter who brought them freedom.

Now Jorah overlooked the city that had roared to life overnight thinking of his Queen. He had been in love with her pretty much since day one. He had sworn to protect her and he had failed. It was his negligence that allowed for her to be captured by Grazda and now it was up to him to save the last Targaryern. Their army had some days to rest and recuperate but needed a few more days as many were severally wounded. Daario had gone of to recruit more men to the cause from around the bay. The coming fight was too even to determine who would win. Of course they had over twenty thousand Dothraki but that didn't mean much despite their brutal tactics. They are only truly good on an open field and have never been good with sieges. Jorah will have to have them trained in the event that this next battle becomes a siege.

Grey Worm was commanding the cities defenses in the case of a attack from the Slavers if they were dumb enough to march their army back in an attempt to retake the city. The main gates had been repaired and some of the supplies had been replenished such as oil and arrows. Jorah never imagined he'd be commanding an army in a war and here he was. He hadn't been in a real war since the siege of Pyke...what a scrap that was! Thoros of Myr charging through the breech with his flaming sword and Jamie Lannister was fighting like he was born with a sword in his hand! Jorah was then interrupted by a Second Sun.

"Ser Jorah...a man is here to see you."

"Who?"

"A local...says he wants to speak to our General."

"Send him in."

The soldier left and a few seconds later a man no older than forty came into the room.

"Can I help you?" Jorah asked.

"Yes...my name is Mezhar zo Dullhk. I was born a slave as were many others in this city and I first wanted to thank you for liberating us." He stared.

Jorah nodded in acknowledgment.

"Secondly I along with hundreds to thousands of my fellow Yunkish would like to offer our swords to your cause."

Jorah was shocked. After all this man and fellow Yunkish had been through and they were willing to march off to war. Sure they wanted freedom for all the people of Slavers Bay but to immediately head off to war? He respected the man and his will to fight.

"Are you sure you want to leave your home and go to war? Don't you want to enjoy your freedom?"

"What good is freedom when others still live in chains."

This Mezhar seemed like a good man and could be a valuable warrior in the war to come.

"If that is what you and the others desire than count yourselves in." Jorah replied.