RANAENYRA GALTHEOS III

I tied my silver hair back, just as Daeraron taught me to.
"This is how Mother used to tie her hair back." He'd told me when we were alone, abandoned on an island far away from the Great city of Meereen.
I didn't know much about my Mother, or my Father for that matter. It was just me and him, me and my brother, my soulmate, my saviour. Daeraron saved me from Drogon, the biggest dragon of three mothered by Daenerys Stormborn. He was in my debt. He was forever in my debt. And so was the Unsullied, Mud Fly – I was in his debt, too.
"Lady Ranaenyra," A voice said behind me, I turned, seeing that it was one of the wealthiest men in Meereen, the man which came to my aid when my 'Father' died, "The execution for the Unsullied is occurring now."
"OK, Ser Raman." I said, finishing my hair, "I'm ready."
"Would you like me to escort you to the city?" He asked me.
"I'm fine, thank you." I said, giving him a warm but nervous smile.
"What's the matter, my Lady?" He asked me, his eyes looking as soft as ever, "Is something bothering you?" Before I could answer, he continued, "What a pathetic question! Of course, your brother Ser Daeraron is dead."
"It's not just the grief that's hurting me, Ser Raman." I told him, I felt tears filling in my eyes, "It's the guilt."

The whole city of Meereen gathered outside The Great Pyramid where Daenerys often was. Outside on a stage made up out of sandstone stood Daenerys herself, Ser Barristan, Missandei, Ser Jorah and an Unsullied, Greyworm. Ser Raman led me up the steps to the stage, he placed me nearby Daenerys before walking back down onto flat-land into the crowd of people preparing for themselves on what would be the 'execution'.
"You have to do what's right." Daenerys told me as I stood beside, "You have to do this to save an Unsullied life, his innocence."
"But I—" I began, not thinking about what I was about to tell Daenerys, "You wouldn't have him executed, surely?"
"No." She told me, "Not Mud Fly."
Mud Fly stepped up to the sandstone-stage in front of the people; he was turned away from us, standing up tall as Ser Jorah sat me down nearby him, aswell as Missandei and Ser Barristan. Greyworm stayed stood, giving me a glare as I took my seat. He knew. He knew that I'd lied. I could tell just by looking at him, the way he looked at me. He hated me. Maybe not hated me, but if I didn't confess to my sins in front of these people for Mud Fly's life, for his innocence, then he would do.
"Do you confess to what you did, for provoking Drogon?" Daenerys asked Mud Fly.
Mud Fly nodded, looking down at his feet, closing his eyes. He didn't respond to her and Ser Barristan stood, he was wielding a sword and I stood, Ser Jorah sat me back down.
"What are you doing?" Jorah asked me.
"This isn't—" I began to stutter, before finding my confidence in my words again, "This isn't right!"
I felt tears stream down my cheeks. Ser Barristan raised his sword above Mud Fly as Mud Fly fell down to his knees. Daenerys kept her eyes focussed on Mud Fly, not paying attention the crowd chanting abuse at Mud Fly in their own tongue. Daenerys looked at Ser Barristan, giving him a nod.

"STOP!" I found myself back on my feet, Ser Barristan lowed his sword.
"What is it, Lady Ranaenyra?" Daenerys asked me as she turned to me.
I felt the pressure on me, the guilt grow larger. I had to tell people the truth, not just for me, not just for Mud Fly, but for Daeraron.
"It wasn't Mud Fly who provoked Drogon." I began, my eyes filling with tears again of nerves. "It was me."
The crowd talked amongst each other, some at me; only I couldn't understand them. Greyworm walked over to Mud Fly, pulling him to his feet. As Greyworm led Mud Fly down the sandstone steps he gave me a glare of hatred, leading him back into the Great Pyramid. I felt a giant overshadow the city, a shadow overlooking the people. The people of Meereen continued to throw abuse at me, I could just begin to understand what they were saying now.
"Silence." Daenerys said coldly. The insults continued and she turned, "SILENCE!"
The crowd quietened down, focussing on Daenerys and her only. Daenerys turned to me.
"Lady Daenerys, I—"
"Inside the Great Pyramid." Daenerys demanded, "NOW!"
I made my way into the Great Pyramid, with nothing but nerves filling my body, thoughts spinning around in my head.

I was sat down in Daenerys' chamber. Ser Barristan walked in, looking down at me.
"Daenerys asked me to keep an eye on you." He told me, walking over to me as he closed the door. "She won't be long now."
I stayed silent, keeping my eyes down at the floor. I felt full of shame, guilt.
"He hates me, doesn't he?" I asked myself, speaking aloud.
"Who? Mud Fly?" Ser Barristan questioned, "Of course he doesn't, Child. The Unsullied are forgiving, I'll have you know." I gave him a warm smile, in which he returned. "Neither does Daenerys. She's very fond of you, actually."
"No she isn't, she hates me." I argued, "She's going to exile me from the city, I know it."
I put my head into my hands as I began to cry, unable to stop myself. Ser Barristan took a small tissue out from his armour-pocket, handing it over to me.
"Don't worry yourself, Lady Ranaerya." He comforted me, "Daenerys isn't the hateful type, unless you mess with her family."
"But I—" I tried to find the words to give him, the right words, but I couldn't slide them off of my tongue. The Unsullied were Daenerys' family. Mud Fly is her family. But me, what am I to her? I'm nobody.

"Thank you, Ser Barristan." Daenerys told Barristan as he left the chamber, Daenerys closed the door behind him as she turned to him.
"I'm proud of you." She told me.
I stayed silent, smiling at her slightly, although it wasn't genuine. I wanted to be punished. I had to get rid of these feelings and emotions which had filled me just the day before. I wanted to be executed, just as Mud Fly was going to—Although, he was never going to be executed.
I owed her an apology, I owed Mud Fly an apology, "I'm sorry."
"Don't be sorry, Ranaenyra." She told me, "You did what you thought would keep you out of trouble. Children like you, they make mistakes. But they also learn from their mistakes, too."
Daenerys sat down opposite me, grabbing hold of my hands as I felt a tear-drop roll down my cheek. All I could think about was Daeraron, what he would say if he were here. All I could think about was Mud Fly, what he thought of me. And then I thought of—
"Ranaenyra—" Daenerys began. I stared at her, waiting for her to continue, only it was a while until she did, giving me the shock of my life as she revealed what she knew about me and Daeraron. "I need to tell you something."