After all this, she needed to relax, to wash away the terrible gaze she still felt on her body. So that evening she lay in a bathtub filled with hot water, her hair still tied in a bun to keep it from getting wet. She lay there for some time with her eyes closed and enjoyed this pleasant moment when the hot water enveloped her body and Missandei gently washed her..

But she couldn't help but think about what she heard that day and about the future.
If she is to conquer the Seven Kingdoms, she must be prepared for war. She needs cavalry. Even if she managed to acquire the Second Sons, two thousand cavalry would still not be enough.

She began to wonder where she could get a large amount of cavalry, but only one thing came to her mind and it was something she didn't particularly like, but she decided to ask Missandei about it.

"You said you know nineteen languages... Do you also know dothraki?" she started the topic with this question.

"Yes." Missandei replied, washing her arm.

"Could you teach me it?"

"I could, but it's... It's a hard language. Guttural and hard." she paused for a moment to soak the sponge. "Actually... Why would you want to learn it?"

"I was just wondering about the future. If I want to claim the throne, I need a cavalry. Dothraki are great at combining horse riding and fighting, aren't they? Even their deity is some... Big Stallion?"

"The Great Stallion." Missandei corrected her with a slight smirk on her face. "But the Dothraki have a very different culture. They lead a nomadic lifestyle, they do not settle in cities, and you plan for it. Besides, they are afraid of the seas."

"Why?"surprised, she turned her head to look at her friend.

"Sea water is poisonous to horses. These animals are an integral part of their lives, they will not board a ship or cross "poisonous water"." she explained.

"But they follow their... Khal." she said a bit uncertainly, because she wasn't sure if that was what the Dothraki leader was called. When Missandei didn't correct her - which means she remembered correctly - she continued. "They won't cross the sea if their khal orders them to?"

"It's not that easy to gain a khalasar. Dothraki follow strenght, not specific bloodlines or gold. If you would like to get your khalasar, you must prove your strength." she explained to Visenya, adding fragrance oil to the water. "There are certainly many other - and easier - ways to gain cavalry. But if you still want to learn Dothraki, we can start lessons even today."

"Yes, I would like to." she made herself more comfortable in the bathtub, a little deeper under the water, and closed her eyes, inhaling the beautiful, floral scent of the oil. "I'm a quick learner."

"If you really only learned Valyrian from books, you must have a talent for languages. You speak this language really fluently."

"It's a beautiful language, it just gets into your head." she replied, hearing Missandei putting the oil aside somewhere.

"Truly, the Gods could not have created a more perfect language. It is the only one suitable for poetry."

She lay there for a moment, breathing calmly, until she suddenly heard Missandei's sharp intake of breath. Her first instinct was to straighten herself up, grabbing the edge of the bathtub with her hands, but then she slid a little lower to let the water cover her breasts again when she saw that someone had broken into her tent.
The man was wearing the clothes of the Unsullied and was holding a dagger to Missandei's throat, his free hand covering her mouth. How did he get here? Is he going to kill her? Where the hell are the guards?!

"Don't scream or she will die." said the stranger, although after those few words Visenya thought she knew that voice. He walked around the bathtub and stood in front of her, slowly removing the blade from the terrified girl's throat. Then he reached for his helmet and... Yes, her suspicions were right. Daario Naharis, was that his name?

As soon as he showed his face, the dagger returned to her friend's throat.

"What are you doing here? What do you want?" she covered her breasts with her hand, as if the water, which was a bit cloudy with soap and oil, wasn't enough. She felt very bad that a man was looking at her like this.

Of course, many people saw her naked, but they were always only maids who washed or dressed her, never a man. She could play seductive and emphasize her beauty to try to get what she wants, but it was only an appearance. In reality she wasn't like that, the most intimate contact she had with a man was when Jaime kissed her. She still remembered it and sometimes thought about it, even though she tried to push that day out of her mind, because it was also the day she lost Selaria.

"You."

"Me?" she asked, her eyes widening in surprise. Should she call for help? No, then he would definitely hurt Missandei... What if he hurt her too? No, if he wants her - in any way - he won't hurt her, so the first thing she needs to do is keep Missandei safe. "Let her go."

"Don't scream, beautiful girl." he said to Missandei and finally let her go. She immediately went to stand next to Vis, who was still sitting in the bathtub.

"They sent you to kill me." Visenya didn't ask, she stated a fact, but he nodded anyway, smiling. "Why don't you do it?"

If he hasn't attacked her yet, she's probably safe. But why? He doesn't look like the kind of person whose plans would be thwarted by fear.

"Because I don't want to." he replied, as if that explained everything.

"And your captains didn't mind? Or rather you didn't tell them, otherwise you wouldn't be here."

"It looked a bit different..." he took off the bag that he kept on his shoulder and poured out... Two heads belonging to his captains.

There you go, her dream had just come true to get the head of the one who treated women like objects, but she was completely indifferent to the other one.
She looked away, a little less than Missandei, but just like her, she didn't want to look at it.

"So how did it look like?" she asked, her head still turned, but she was glancing at Daario.

"We argued."

"About what?"

"About you. Or rather, your beauty." hearing this answer, she furrowed her eyebrows and turned completely towards him. So her plan worked at least somewhat? "It didn't mean as much to them as it does to me."

"And that's why you decided to kill them?"

"You say it like it's something strange. I do what I like, I am guided by simple values."

There was only one thing she could agree with him on, because she knew it was true - beauty, that it sometimes messed you up, that it caused conflicts and could manipulate you. However, she did not consider it of such great value that it was worth fighting for. Freedom and the right to a dignified life were much more important. And in some circumstances, revenge too...

But she's not a man, maybe that's why she'll never understand it.

"And that's why I should trust you?" she said this with obvious mockery in her voice. "How do I know that one day you won't suddenly betray me?"

"They told me to kill you. I refused. They told me I had no choice. So I replied: I am Daario Naharis, I always have a choice. They drew their swords... So I drew mine too." he explained.

She still wasn't convinced. Should she believe that he will never betray her or kill her because he values beauty in life? Because he killed his comrades, because they wanted him to kill her? In a sense, he was defending her... But he didn't know her, he had only heard rumors about her.

"Turn around." she said, wanting to finally get out of the bathtub. The water and its wonderful smell no longer brought her solace and relaxation, she would rather go out as soon as possible and wrap her body in a bathrobe, but not when he was watching.

Surprisingly, he listened to her without any comment. He turned around and she quickly got up and got out of the tub. She didn't even wipe herself, she just put on the robe that Missandei handed her. She tied it tightly around her waist so that it wouldn't accidentally fall off her and expose any of her intimate parts.

"You can turn back." she stated before saying something more. "Do you want to fight for me?" he just nodded. "I still don't know if I can trust you."

He came within a short step of her. She didn't pull away, even though her instincts told her to do so. |Itsaid that she shouldn't stand like that, but call the guards and have him killed too, but on the other hand... A small voice in her heart said that it was worth the risk. If he wanted to kill her, he would have done it a long time ago. Maybe he really is a simple man with simple values and wants to fight for her just because she's pretty.
He took out his sword - or rather it looked like a sickle of sorts - and knelt down on one knee in front of her.

"The Second Sons are yours, and so am I, Daario Naharis. My sword is yours, my life is yours... my heart is yours. I will help you take Yunkai, I will prove that you can trust me, my Queen."

And it looked like he was going to keep his word. Since the morning, he had been planning with her, Grey Worm, Ser Arthur, and Ser Barristan how to get Yunkai. He told them about the back gate through which the Second Sons entered to use the services of slaves in Yunkai - but noted that he did not use them himself, because he believed that it was impossible to make love to a property.

The plan was for the three of them - he, Ser Arthur, and Grey Worm - to enter through this gate, kill the few guards that were there, and open the main gate through which the Unsullied could enter. The city would then fall in a few hours at most.

Of course there were suspicions that it might be a trap, but she decided it was worth the risk. Besides, she sincerely doubted it was a trick. After all, if Daario wanted to kill her, he would have done it already.

So she agreed to this plan.

She refused to go to sleep. Once it got dark, she couldn't stay still for long. Every now and then she got up from the couch and walked around the tent, with many scenarios running through her head as to how this could all go down.

"We've been waiting too long." she said, taking one grape from the bowl Missandei handed her. She and ser Barristan were with her, they could certainly see how stressed she was. "How long does it take to take a city?" she asked him.

He was about to answer her when they heard footsteps. She quickly passed him and came closer, but... There were only two of them, she didn't see Daario anywhere.

"So...?" she started quietly, but didn't finish. She felt that the stress was growing inside her at this moment and she couldn't bear it anymore, she needed to hear if she had achieved her goal.

"It was as we predicted. The slave soldiers quickly dropped their spears and surrendered." replied Ser Arthur.

As she looked at him and Grey Worm, she had the impression that it wasn't that easy, but she didn't comment on it in any way. She was silent for a moment, and her lips finally curved into a soft smile.

"And... Where is Daario Naharis?"

She didn't have to wait long for an answer, because she heard more footsteps. It was Daario himself, carrying some cloth over his shoulder. He had a proud smile on his face as he walked close to her, knelt down like the previous day, and spread the flag with the Yunkai emblem in front of her.

"The city is yours, my Queen." he said.

In the morning they stood in a short distance outside the gates of Yunkai, surrounded by a small force of Unsullied for safety. People should have understood what happened a long time ago, but will they be willing to leave the city and face the person who took it? After all, Visenya did it to free them, she didn't want them to be afraid of her...

"They won't come out." she said finally, her eyes still focused on the gate.

"They will come out, Your Grace." ser Barristan assured her. "They'll come out when they're ready."

"Maybe they didn't want any changes?" she felt one of the dragons rubbing against her thigh. She stuck out her hand to it, but didn't turn her gaze, it was still focused on the gate.

What if they hate her for ruining their lives? But what kind of life is it that you can't decide for yourself? Maybe they will understand that she wants good for them? That this is a change for the better?

"They will understand that this is a change for the better. They are no longer slaves." replied ser Arthur.

"With time you learn to love your chains."

After all, she didn't want to run away from King's Landing at all at the beginning. She didn't even want to hear about the idea of ruling anything. She only wanted a peaceful life, she changed her mind when Maelia appeared, and the additional trigger was that Tywin wanted to marry her off to Jaime.

But who knows, if it weren't for the dragon, maybe she would have accepted her fate?

Finally the gate opened and people of all ages and both sexes began to come out. It seemed that they wanted to see the person who had released the collars from around their necks. They began to gather in front of her, in that empty, sandy field that was between her and the city walls.
When they came very close, the Unsullied put out their spears to keep the crowd from getting to the Queen.

After a few minutes, everyone who was supposed to get out did so, so Missandei stepped slightly in front of Visenya and started talking.

"Bisa iksis Visenya Targārien, se dāria hen sīkuda Dārȳti, se Muña Zaldrīzoti se pryjatys hen belma! Ao enkagon aōha dāez naejot zirȳla!" she spoke until Vis grabbed her hand and interrupted her.

*"This is Visenya Targaryen, Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, Mother of Dragons and Breaker of Chains. To her you owe your freedom."*

"No..." she whispered to her and let her know that she will speak to the people herself. "Aōha dāez daoriot sytilībagon naejot nyke, ziry iksos aōhon! Nyke daor tepagon ziry naejot ao, kesrio syt īles va moriot aōhon! Lo jaelā ziry arlī, emā naejot gūrogon hen aōha belma se gūrogon lo syt aōla, tolvie single mēre hen ao! Se ȳdra daor ivestragī anāy dīnagon ao isse belma arlī!" she said, feeling tears starting to come to her eyes. She saw their faces, the way they looked at her, she could guess what they thought about her. She didn't want them to think of her as someone to whom they had to kneel like before their former Masters, she would rather be like part of their society.

*"Your freedom is not mine, it's yours. I cannot give it to you, because it has always been yours. If you want it back, you must throw off the chains and take it for yourself, each of you. And never let anyone put you in chains again."*

There was silence for a moment. For a while she wondered if she had misspelled some words, but then Missandei would surely correct her. Her heart was beating like crazy again and her gaze was moving from face to face. Finally someone broke out of the crowd and shouted something.

"Mhysa!"

One scream was followed by others, all saying the same thing, only... She didn't know what. It wasn't Valyrian. Finally, the entire crowd was chanting the same thing, and she didn't know how to react, what to do or say.

"Visenya..." Missandei leaned towards her. "It means "mother", it's old ghiscari."

Mother. They hailed me as their mother.

The tears that had been gathering in the corners of her eyes for some time now flowed. She cried with emotion, she never thought she could do enough for someone to be called a mother.
She wanted to come between them, hug each of them, tell them how much it meant to her. She wanted to do so much that the day would not be enough, it would not be enough to even thank them.

She may have brought them freedom, but they were the ones who built her self-confidence. Thanks to them, she grew hope that there was something to fight for, that it was worth it. She wanted to continue going through Essos and free the slaves until the concept of slavery disappeared from all dictionaries.

She felt a brush against her leg again, or even both of her legs. She looked down and smiled through the tears of happiness. She crouched down next to the dragons and told them to fly. The four of them quickly took to the air, flying over people's heads and circling the area. They caused a slight commotion, but when everyone saw that they weren't hurting anyone, they stopped shouting at the sight of them.
Then she took her first, hesitant step towards the people. She would have made another one, but ser Arthur blocked her halfway. Apparently he was afraid that these people might hurt her. That thought hadn't even crossed her mind.

"They won't hurt me, ser." she said gently. "After all that, collect as many collars as we can take with us." she added before continuing walking toward people. She passed the line of the Unsullied and entered among the people.

She had never felt as good in her life as she did in that moment. They called her mother, everyone wanted to touch her, see her up close. They moved aside to make path for her, smiling and gently touching her shoulders or hair as she passed.

After a while, they were bold enough to lift her above their heads in their arms. She was sitting on the shoulders of two men, and everyone around her kept saying "mhysa" and reaching out to her, and she returned the gesture.

In her entire life, she had never felt so loved and so in her place. After the world had been cruel to her for many years, it was now giving her back for everything she had suffered. These people were strangers to her, and yet she felt like she was surrounded by family. She did something good for the world. There is still a chance to save this world full of cruelties, and she finally started to believe that it could really work, that she could do it.

Daenerys would be proud of this.

One day she will walk through the cities of Westeros like this. She will walk through King's Landing, without guards, through districts where poverty still reigns.
One day it will change. Soon. Everything can be changed, it is possible to provide everyone with a job and a decent life.

The world has destroyed her, she will pay back by repairing it.

***

And at that same moment in King's Landing, Tywin Lannister learned that Robb Stark's body had not been found after the Red Wedding.