It was Early in the Morning, the Sun had yet to rise over the City, and Imperius walked it's streets, the Unsullied patrolled alongside the Sellswords and armed freedmen of Daenerys' Army, the street air felt...thick. The Air hung heavy with the joy and excitement of the Slaves of the City, they were all over the city celebrating their own freedom, how could they not, the life they had all known was gone, now they need not fear the Whip or Chains, how wrong they were.

Imperius understood this freedom, which was given to them so suddenly and easily could just as easily be taken away by force, and while they have gotten a taste for freedom, he knew that without preparation they would not be able to resist the collar being lashed back onto their necks, though there was always the chance that should their masters retake control, they just elect to kill them all and get new slaves, a slave who's had a taste of freedom will fight twice as hard to take the collar back off.

But that was for the moment, not his concern, because under all that excitement and joy was the underlying fear and anger. The Slavers were angry and afraid, they were waiting for the slaves come tearing down the gates into their pyramids and drag them into the streets to die at the hands of the Mob, and they were angry at Daenerys for what she was done, their anger and resentment already fueling schemes and plans against her.

Meanwhile the Slaves were beyond angry, the rage many of them felt was like a White Hot Piece of Iron, it would burn a man at the briefest touch and leave his hand scarred, they were only held back from killing the slave masters enmasse because of Daenerys' army, which was holding back the tide with an ironfist, enforcing strict rules on rape, murder and looting, admirable in of itself, but such a measure will only last for so long if the slaves do not see punishment dolled onto their former masters.

As he walked the streets, Imperius could feel the eyes upon him, he afterall was a man served Daenerys, many recognized him for his battle, if you could call it that, with Meereen's champion and the role he played in taking the city as one of the men who slipped through the sewers. He was used to such looks, people in awe or in fear of him, it was something he had to quickly adjust to once he was one of the Sith, above the many people of the Empire instead of a worthless slave who was worse than Dirt.

Imperius hummed to himself for a moment, he could not think straight, he turned about from where he was and made his way back towards the Pyramid, the quiet of it's halls would serve him well.

Imperius entered the chambers he had claimed, they were incredibly grandiose, filled with the luxuries and riches of nobility, he had really taken them in, giving little care for these things, eh quietly walked across the chambers in a stride, passing through the open doors to the Balcony, allowing himself a moment of peace.

Standing there over gazing over the city of Meereen, the early morning sun finally beginning to peakon the other side of the Pyramid, leaving him sitting within the large shadow of the Pyramid, which loomed long over the city, but he wasn't out here to admire the view, but to simply find a quiet place where he could collect his thoughts.

And so, taking a moment to himself, Imperius quietly contemplated the situation he was in. Daenerys had occupied the City, her Unsullied and Sellswords patrolled the streets as she took the Great Pyramid as her place of residence, it seemed she was establishing herself as the new Ruler of Meereen, interesting, and here he thought she wanted to sit the Throne of Westeros, not a bench in Meereen.

Then Again, what did she know of rule? She had never sat a throne before, never made laws, cast judgment, and her advisors? Warriors, freed slaves and sellswords, not exactly capable administrators or lawmakers, meanwhile the Slavers remained, their wealth, while hampered from the end of slavery, was still intact, undoubtedly they were already planning a return to power and overthrow Daenerys.

A child, Imperius understood she was a child, yet why did he expect her to act so harshly, to act like an experienced ruler. The arrogance perhaps, despite being a child she acts all high and mighty, her army of unsullied and three dragons giving her a sense of confidence and importance that puts her above the rest, even if she is a Child, even if she has never ruled or lead men into battle, even if she has lived all her life on the streets.

That thought gave him pause, he supposed in that they were alike, he was nothing but a slave before he became sith, and he began a rapid rise that saw him ascend to the Dark Council, despite the fact he knew little of Sith knowledge or the governance of the Empire beyond his rather extensive if brief experience across the Empire.

He wasn't sure if she would survive, if he were to bet, she was either going to leave this city when it proves impossible to govern or find herself encircled by enemies around her and within the cities. She could, maybe, when the slavers make their move, make use of her army to suppress them and enforce her rule by force and violence, but the fact she isn't already seizing their wealth and suppressing them means she won't do it, but maybe her advisors will, with or without her permission.

Of Course, he knew politics, he understood the intricate details and had a grasp on ruling, even if his ruling was over a single pyramid of the Sith Empire, he served in the greater role as a Dark Councilor, one of the Twelve men actually running the Empire, if you could call it that with the unstable near feudalistic structure of the Empire, though in a world like this, a feudalistic understanding of rule would not be so bad.

He could offer himself to Daenerys, he was in the position to give her the skills and knowledge needed to Rule Meereen, and with it place himself close to her side, whispering in her ear, finally allowing him to push her in the right direction, instead of her half measures. He was certain of it, she had the potential, the ambition, she merely needed the will to act and the right ideas planted within her mind.

Though in that, he had already impeded himself, he had insulted her, and while he was certain he was no enemy of Daenerys, there were advisors closer to her ear, and now with what he has heard of Jorah, even her closest advisors were not above scrutiny now and she was on guard for more treason from within her circle, meaning any attempt to plant himself within it was even more risky.

He was truly in a poor position, he had no real allies, no powerbase, beyond the small group of slaves from the Manor, who even then would choose Daenerys over him, unless he found the right situation to separate them from her army and absorb them…yes that could work, they were a strong enough group, and could easily be transformed into something to start his power Base, it would be small, but everything starts small. His Cult on Nar Shadda started with two malcontents and its growth upon the moon was staggering once he was at the helm, he could repeat his tactics here with them, and begin building his own position of power.

But that left him with the same problem, Daenerys. If he began building a power base in Meereen, he was liable to fall within her sights as a potential rival or threat, and he had no intentions of openly entering conflict against her, not while the slavers of Meereen yet lived and Yunkai licked its wounds, plotting revenge.

Perhaps somewhere else? Away from Daenerys and her potential paranoia around treason and further betrayal, but where could he go, he only spoke a single language of this world, and while it seemed to be the most common one, it would be a struggle to expand a powerbase with such a disadvantage.

He would continue to ponder for another hour, weighing his options and considering what move to take before entering back into the Pyramid and making his way to the Throne Room, Daenerys intended to hold court and he wanted to see what it was going to be.

Dany's audience chamber was an echoing high-ceilinged room with walls of purple marble. It was a chilly place for all its grandeur. There had been a throne there, a fantastic thing of carved and gilded wood in the shape of a savage harpy. She had taken one long look and commanded it be broken up for firewood. "I will not sit in the harpy's lap," she told them. Instead she sat upon a simple ebony bench. It served, though she had heard the Meereenese muttering that it did not befit a queen.

Her bloodriders were waiting for her. Silver bells tinkled in their oiled braids, and they wore the gold and jewels of dead men. Meereen had been rich beyond imagination. Even her sellswords seemed sated, at least for now. Across the room, Grey Worm wore the plain uniform of the Unsullied, his spiked bronze cap beneath one arm. At least she could rely on, or so she hoped . . . and Brown Ben Plumm as well, solid Ben with his grey-white hair and weathered face, so beloved of her dragons. And Daario beside him, glittering in gold. Daario and Ben Plumm, Grey Worm, Irri, Jhiqui, Missandei . . . as she looked at them Dany found herself wondering which of them would betray her next. Her eyes drifted to Imperius, he stood silent as a statue at the side of the Hall, if any of them were liable to betray her, that man was one of them, he was impossible to read behind his mask, but she was certain he was predictable on his hatred of Slavers, she knew the man felt her weak, and if she maintained what he called weakness, he may just betray her, but how he would, she did not know.

The dragon has three heads. There are two men in the world who I can trust, if I can find them. I will not be alone then. We will be three against the world, like Aegon and his sisters.

"Was the night as quiet as it seemed?" Dany asked.

"It seems it was, Your Grace," said Brown Ben Plumm.

She was pleased. Meereen had been sacked savagely, as new-fallen cities always were, but Dany was determined that should end now that the city was hers. She had decreed that murderers were to be hanged, that looters were to lose a hand, and rapists their manhood. Eight killers swung from the walls, and the Unsullied had filled a bushel basket with bloody hands and soft red worms, but Meereen was calm again. But for how long?

A fly buzzed her head. Dany waved it off, irritated, but it returned almost at once. "There are too many flies in this city."

Ben Plumm gave a bark of laughter. "There were flies in my ale this morning. I swallowed one of them."

"Flies are the dead man's revenge." Daario smiled, and stroked the center prong of his beard. "Corpses breed maggots, and maggots breed flies."

"We will rid ourselves of the corpses, then. Starting with those in the plaza below. Grey Worm, will you see to it?"

"The queen commands, these ones obey."

"I would advise against that" Imperius Spoke, his head turned to face Dany "It serves as a potent reminder to the Slavers of the City, yout rule here is new and you must cement it, making an example of so many at once proved a point, but removing the corpses so soon would weaken it"

"Anything to gain from them has already passed, sacks of meat and maggots and flies provide little beyond a smell, I say they are removed quickly" Spoke Brown Ben. "They are already falling apart, bloated and well past ripe, Grey Worm best bring sacks to collect the pieces.

"Your Grace," said Missandei, "Ghiscari inter their honored dead in crypts below their manses. If you would boil the bones clean and return them to their kin, it would be a kindness."

The widows will curse me all the same. "Let it be done." Dany had expected Imperius to protest the brushing off of his advice, but the man remained silent, it seemed he knew she had no intention of taking such advice from him. But his anticipated protests came instead quietly, as the buzzing of the fly near Dany stopped, for a moment she thought herself finally free of the pest, before turning her head slightly and seeing the truth, the Fly was perfectly still right Infront of her, sitting in the air as its wings were frozen still, she was confused for a single moment, before looking past the fly and seeing Imperius staring right at her from behind his Mask. This must be his doing thought Dany, but was it a threat or something else?

The fly resumed its buzzing, flying about as if nothing had happened, Dany took but a moment to recollect her thoughts, she needed to speak again before anyone noticed what had happened.

Dany beckoned to Daario. "How many seek audience this morning?"

"Two have presented themselves to bask in your radiance."

Daario had plundered himself a whole new wardrobe in Meereen, and to match it he had redyed his trident beard and curly hair a deep rich purple. It made his eyes look almost purple too, as if he were some lost Valyrian. "They arrived in the night on the Indigo Star, a trading galley out of Qarth."

A slaver, you mean. Dany frowned. "Who are they?"

The Star's master and one who claims to speak for Astapor."

"I will see the envoy first."

He proved to be a pale ferret-faced man with ropes of pearls and spun gold hanging heavy about his neck. "Your Worship!" he cried. "My name is Ghael. I bring greetings to the Mother of Dragons from King Cleon of Astapor, Cleon the Great."

Dany stiffened. "I left a council to rule Astapor. A healer, a scholar, and a priest."

"Your Worship, those sly rogues betrayed your trust. It was revealed that they were scheming to restore the Good Masters to power and the people to chains. Great Cleon exposed their plots and hacked their heads off with a cleaver, and the grateful folk of Astapor have crowned him for his valor."

"Noble Ghael," said Missandei, in the dialect of Astapor, "is this the same Cleon once owned by Grazdan mo Ullhor?"

Her voice was guileless, yet the question plainly made the envoy anxious. "The same," he admitted. "A great man."

Missandei leaned close to Dany. "He was a butcher in Grazdan's kitchen," the girl whispered in her ear. "It was said he could slaughter a pig faster than any man in Astapor."

I have given Astapor a butcher king. Dany felt ill, but she knew she must not let the envoy see it. "I will pray that King Cleon rules well and wisely. What would he have of me?"

Ghael rubbed his mouth. "Perhaps we should speak more privily, Your Grace?"

"I have no secrets from my captains and commanders."

"As you wish. Great Cleon bids me declare his devotion to the Mother of Dragons. Your enemies are his enemies, he says, and chief among them are the Wise Masters of Yunkai. He proposes a pact between Astapor and Meereen, against the Yunkai'i."

"I swore no harm would come to Yunkai if they released their slaves," said Dany.

"These Yunkish dogs cannot be trusted, Your Worship. Even now they plot against you. New levies have been raised and can be seen drilling outside the city walls, warships are being built, envoys have been sent to New Ghis and Volantis in the west, to make alliances and hire sellswords. They have even dispatched riders to Vaes Dothrak to bring a khalasar down upon you. Great Cleon bid me tell you not to be afraid. Astapor remembers. Astapor will not forsake you. To prove his faith, Great Cleon offers to seal your alliance with a marriage."

"A marriage? To me?"

Ghael smiled. His teeth were brown and rotten. "Great Cleon will give you many strong sons."

Dany found herself bereft of words, but little Missandei came to her rescue. "Did his first wife give him sons?"

The envoy looked at her unhappily. "Great Cleon has three daughters by his first wife. Two of his newer wives are with child. But he means to put all of them aside if the Mother of Dragons will consent to wed him."

"How noble of him," said Dany. "I will consider all you've said, my lord." As Dany made to give him quarters, Imperius Spoke, the freed slave girl who had been with him when he first entered her camp, whispered into his ear, undoubtedly translating the conversation into Common.

"If I may, I believe I can offer service, If Astapor seeks alliance with Meereen." Imperius Spoke, and Sirona translated his words to the envoy, Ghael, at least he thought that was his name, turned towards Imperius, he did not seem to notice him when he first entered the Hall,

"He asks who you are, to offer such services for the Alliance" Sirona translated back to him, taking a moment to choose his words carefully, Imperius spoke again.

"I am Darth Imperius, I serve the Queen and can offer my services to Astapor. I am certain King Cleon understands that the Queen cannot, at this moment, send forth her army to aid Astapor, nor can she marry him as long as Yunkai stands between Astapor and Meereen, thus would it not be wise of him to bring one of the Queen's servants into his court, a servant who has known the whip and chains and can provide valuable service to him, until the day comes that the king and queen can marry" A Complete scam, Imperius knew for a fact whatever service he offered this Cleon would likely be hampered, what little he had heard of the man made him sound as prideful as they come, and the prideful do not accept help easily.

At the same time he was blatantly and deliberately going around Daenerys, right in front of her, in an attempt to make for Astapor in a semiofficial capacity on her behalf, the question was if she would intervene, or would his sudden interest in Astapor catch her off balance, he was betting on the ladder, but even if she did intervene, the fact remained he promised to aid her, and he never swore himself to serve her, a valuable point he can use.

"Well…While Great Cleon would be more than happy welcoming a servant of the Mother of Dragons into his court, what service could you offer him" Ghael seemed interested, good, it was time for the selling point.

Passing directly in front of Ghael, Imperius spotted a fly buzzing around and reached out, grabbing the little thing with the Force, it froze in the middle of the air, it's wings held perfectly still mid flap, it only took a few moments for Ghael to spot the frozen fly, and he seemed to take a moment to process what he was looking at, before shifting his head to face directly at Imperius

"This…You know magic?"

"In a way yes, I am certain King Cleon can find use for me within his court, especially on behalf of the Queen. Afterall would this not send a message to Yunkai, Meereen and Astapor stand united against them. " Imperius turned his head towards Daenerys, she had been quiet, but he knew she was debating what was to be gained from letting him go to Astapor versus keeping him in Meereen, the question remained how much stock she put on his presence.

"Well, King Cleon would be very welcoming of an emissary from your court to his Your Grace, especially if he wishes to offer his services in these trying times against our joint enemy in Yunkai"

Daenerys looked at Ghael, her eyes flickering back to Imperius before focusing directly on the emissary, Imperius wasn't sure which way this would fall, but he knew no matter what Daenerys understood he had put her in a rather difficult position, that he wasn't someone interested in just following her like so many others, that he had his own designs and ambitions and was only here cause they held a common goal.