It had been a long time since she had any dreams that would be etched in her memory.
Ever since the dream that made her risk setting fire to her chamber in King's Landing, she believed in her dreams. She believed they were some kind of visions, showing her what would happen or giving her some sort of clues.

Now she didn't know what to think about it. She knew it was the throne room in the Red Keep, but it looked slightly different. Besides, there were a lot of people here, tables were set on the sides of the room and the whole chamber was decorated as if for some kind of ball.

She herself was wearing the white dress she had worn that day to another meeting where she and the officials dealt with law in Meereen.

She didn't pay attention to any words said by the guards at the door, they were probably announcing someone. She preferred to look at the throne, wanted to approach it, but someone gently tapped her on the shoulder.

"Shall we finally start the ball?" she didn't know that voice.

She turned around and was speechless. She felt her heart pounding in her chest and tears welling up in her eyes. She had never seen his face, but she knew it was him: It was her father.

He stretched out his hand towards her and asked her to dance. None of this was really happening, but she wanted to throw herself into his arms and hug him as tight as she could, to finally feel at home. Now that she saw his beautiful purple eyes, she found her own in them. That same shiny silver hair, it was him, her heart knew it.

She didn't want to wake up, she didn't want to return to reality where there was no place for her in the world, where she could only do something for others and was no longer able to do something for herself.
And if her father was here, it means that mother must also be somewhere nearby... She would like to see her too, hug to her mother's chest and feel like a child who has no worries.

"Yes..." she whispered, holding back tears, and allowed him to take her hand.

The music started playing, his other hand rested on her waist. She had never danced, but he guided her smoothly through the dance. She smiled, never taking her eyes off him for even a moment, as if wanting to memorize every detail of his face in case she never saw him again.

"Everyone is looking at you." he told her quietly, turning her around just after that. "You look beautiful today, daughter."

"Thank you." that was all she could choke out. She wanted to say more, talk to him, ask him so many questions... But her throat was too tight with emotion for her to be able to do so, so she just enjoyed what she had.

When the melody ended, she grabbed the sides of her dress and curtsied, closing her eyes. She stayed in that position for a moment and then stood up, ready to ask something, but she couldn't.

When she stood up straight again and opened her eyes, it was no longer the same scene. There were no guests in the room, it was not decorated, on the contrary... It was ruined. She even felt snow landing on her face and the exposed part of her neckline, making her shiver. Moreover, standing in front of her was no longer her father, but some boy she had never seen before.
He had curly hair that you just wanted to put your hand in and comb it through with it. He looked at her with his blue eyes and it seemed to her that he was as surprised as she was, even though at the same time she melted a little in his gaze.

They looked at each other for a long moment, the only sound being the wind crashing against the walls. Then the unknown boy extended his hand slightly in front of him, as her father had done earlier.
She was about to receive it when she woke up back in her chamber in the Great Pyramid of Meereen.

She rose to a sitting position and moved hand through her hair. She didn't know what to think about it, she couldn't find any meaning in this dream. Besides, she had no idea who the boy she dreamed about was. Could she be meeting him soon?
The last time it happened was when she dreamed of Ser Jorah... And everything came true, so was she also waiting for a meeting with this mysterious figure?

She didn't have time for all this now. She still has to finish changing the law, and then she has the people to listen to. She'll deal with it later.

"Ao iōragon gō Visenya hen Targārien lentor, brōzi ēlie zȳho, pryjatys hen belma se Muña Zaldrīzoti, Mīrīno Dāria se dāria hen Andals se Ēlie Vali." Missandei introduced her.

*"You stand before Visenya of House Targaryen, first of her name, Breaker of Chains, Mother of Dragons, Queen of Meereen and Queen of the Andals and the First Men."*

To be honest, after listening to a dozen or so people, she was tired of hearing her titles all the time, so she probably tells Missandei to limit herself to "Queen of Meereen" when introducing her.

"Ȳdra daor sagon zūgagon. Kostā nyesha." she said to the man standing at the bottom of the stairs and motioned for him to come closer.

*"Don't be afraid. You may approach."*

The man didn't look convinced, she wasn't even sure if he understood her. He held a bundle pressed to his chest and after a while he slowly walked to the stairs and climbed a few steps, standing at an appropriate distance. Then he started to say something, but Visenya didn't understand him. The words sounded familiar, but it was probably low Valyrian. Fortunately, Missandei knew many languages and could translate everything for her.

"He is a goatherd. He says he prayed for your victory over the Masters."

"Tell him I'm grateful for his prayers." she said and watched as the man placed the bundle on the floor in front of him and - kneeling in front of it - untied it. She leaned out to see what was there and felt a slight shudder when she saw the charred bones.

"He says that your dragons did that, that they came in the morning and burned his herd." the man got up from his knees and then continued, with his head still hanging. "He was afraid he'll offend you, but he lost everything he had."

For a moment she feared that they were the bones of someone, or worse, even a child. But what she feared has already begun. The dragons do whatever they want, they are too big to be kept in chambers in the pyramid and the first person who has been harmed by them has already appeared.

And she had no illusions that this would not be the last person like this... She had to come up with something to somehow control them.

"Tell him I feel sorry for him." she stopped for a moment, quickly thinking about what she could do for him. "Tell him, that I can't bring his goats back to life, but he will get a new herd and, moreover, the equivalent of the old one in gold."

After these words, the goatherd raised his head for the first time and looked at her, clearly surprised. He didn't expect such a reaction, it seemed like he thought he would come out with nothing.
He quickly began to thank her, bowing quickly a few times, and then he wrapped the bundle again and left without turning his back on her.

"Let the next one come."

She didn't have to wait long for this. Two men entered, stopping at the bottom of the stairs. One of them introduced the other as Hizdahr zo Loraq.

"Kostagon daor eglie āeksio ȳdragon syt zirȳlagoī?" she asked, to which the representative moved to the wall, and Hizdahr himself approached the place from which people were to submit their requests to her.

*"Can't the noble lord speak for himself?"*

"Queen Visenya." he said and bowed to her. "What they say about your beauty is the very truth." she wanted to roll her eyes at that, but she restrained herself, sitting in the same position all the time. Her lack of comment was the best response. "I'm a member of one of the proudest and oldest families in Meereen."

"Then it's my honor to host you."

"My father, one of Meereen's most respected and beloved citizens, devoted his entire life to maintaining the wonders of this city, including this pyramid."

It seems that even among the Masters there was a good soul. It warmed her heart and gave her some hope that this city could get rid of its terrible habits.

"He must be a wonderful man, I would like to meet him." she said it most sincerely. Thanks to this man, she could learn more about Meereen, what this city needs most and what is the best way to change it.

"He is ill, Your Grace. He is resting at home, under the care of medics, his stay in the dungeons had a negative impact on his health." her face fell when she heard these words.

Moreover, she felt guilty about the man's condition, after all, she was the one who ordered everyone to be thrown into the dungeons. But she had no idea it could affect someone so badly... They were just going to stay there until the Meereen law changes were completed.

"Then give him my regards. I wish him a speedy recovery." she replied quickly, not wanting to show that she was affected. "Unfortunately, this was necessary until Meereen's laws were fixed."

"I'll pass your regards to him."

It seemed to her that even though he didn't comment on her actions in any way, he condemned them. And what was she supposed to say about the Masters' decision to crucify child slaves? They should have paid for it with their lives, and yet they're alive, she showed them mercy, it crossed her mind that maybe not everyone was guilty of it, so not everyone should lose his head. He couldn't blame her for showing mercy by throwing them into the dungeons for a dozen or so days. They just had to spend this time, and she worked intensively, from morning to evening, not only on the law, but also listening to people and their problems.

"Why did you come to me?" she asked after a long moment of silence, during which only the silent condemnation of her actions hung in the air.

"I am just a servant of this city. I do not want its traditions to disappear into the depths of history, so I am asking you to allow to open the fighting pits, Your Grace." he spoke slowly, gesticulated, tried to be as convincing as possible and somehow justify this cruel custom... But it didn't help.

"There's not even talking about it." she replied very quickly. "A tradition that tells us to kill people should not be a tradition. Find a new one. Next."

"My Queen-" he started, but she interrupted him.

"Next." he had no choice but to surrender. He bowed and left with his representative, who had been standing in front of the wall all this time. Visenya sighed heavily and turned to Missandei. "How many more are there actually?"

"Two hundred and twelve, Your Grace."

"Two hundred and twelve...?" she repeated and looked at her knights who stood on both sides behind her. Two hundred and twelve more times she has to hear herself being introduced, solve problems, sit up straight and think logically.

"Do you need a break, Your Grace?" Ser Arthur asked her.

The truth was that yes, she needed a break, but she didn't want to take one. It's just going to drag it all out over time, and these people are going to be standing there longer than necessary.

"No. Hembar!" she called for another person to be let in.

"How many of them were there?" Vis asked when it was all over - in the evening - and she was going to her private chambers with Ser Arthur.

"Three hundred, Your Grace."

"How on earth did you stay standing all this time?" her back hurt from sitting straight without a backrest...

"Habit." he replied, smiling at her.

"I haven't had time to mention it all day, but... I had a dream." she began. "I never saw him, but I know it was my father. We were in King's Landing, it was some kind of ball. He asked me to dance to start it."she told only about the first part of the dream, because she still couldn't interpret the second part.

"He made some mistakes in his life, but in the end he was a good man. And he would be proud to have such a daughter."

This time it was she who smiled, stopping at the door to her chambers. She put hand on the handle, but said something before entering.

"Good night, ser."

"Goodnight, Your Grace."

"You're not going to sleep?" she was about to enter, but she stepped back when she saw that Ser Arthur was not leaving her door.

"Someone has to keep watch at your door." he explained, as if it was nothing strange that he had been on his feet all day, and now he would spend the night at her door.

"It could be done by one of the Unsullied, who's on guard at night anyway."

"No Unsullied is your guard."

She didn't say anything for a moment, just looked at him. She probably estimated her chances of being able to convince him to go away and get some sleep.
Besides, what could have happened to her in this huge pyramid with soldiers everywhere?

"Promise me you'll get some rest." she said finally.

"I swear."

Perhaps it was forced, and he looked at her with the look of that man who says he's going to do something but doesn't even intend to think about doing it.
By the way, what do knights do on guard all night long? During the day, someone still passes by, you can talk or something... But at night? And when are you on guard duty alone? Do they train them for this too?

She entered her chambers and from the entrance she untied the bun in which she had tied her hair all day long. She was ready to start taking off her dress, but then she saw that she was not alone in the chamber. Daario stood in the middle, with a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

"How did you get in here?" she asked almost immediately, putting the clip that held her hair on the dresser.

"The doors are guarded, but windows not."

Did he just say that... He climbed here? Just to see her and - most likely - give her flowers?
On the one hand, she would prefer to know that she had complete privacy in her chambers at night, but on the other, she liked that he did it for her. She liked him, she liked how he took care of her, although that day the image of the boy from her dream was running through her head.

But he was unavailable and Daario was right next to her.
Although... She never... She's still a virgin...

"I sailed for them to an island a mile off the coast." he said, walking up to her with a bouquet and holding it out towards her.

"Thank you, but you don't have to do this." she accepted the flowers and passed him. She put them in a jug of water so that they wouldn't wilt so quickly.

"But women like flowers, and I like pleasing women." Vis raised an eyebrow and turned to him.

"I appreciate the gesture, but these are my private chambers where I would like to rest. If I want someone here, I'll summon this someone. And if you want to give flowers to women in the moonlight evenings, there are thousands of women in Meereen who will appreciate it."

"Of course, my Queen, I only want to serve you." she watched as he didn't move from his spot a few steps away from her, just knelt on one knee.

"Why did you come?" she poured herself some wine. She sincerely doubted he was here just to give her flowers, although that would also be very much like him.

"I wanted to ask you something." she raised her eyebrows, but didn't interrupt him. He rose from his knees and straightened. "I have only two talents: war and women. You have chosen to stay in Meereen, which is of course reasonable and I respect that, but... I have no use for my talents in Meereen."

"Aren't you and the Second Sons patrolling the streets, keeping order?" she tilted her head and drank some wine from the glass.

"We're not guards, and-"

"As for women, I've already told you: There are thousands of women in Meereen, most of them will surely accept such a bouquet of flowers from you and even want something more." she interrupted him, moving a little closer, maybe a step away.

"The problem is, I only want one, but she doesn't want me."

Before she knew what she was doing, she bit her lower lip lightly. She had no doubts that it was about her, but she wasn't sure how she should react. On the one hand, she wanted this, she wanted him to take her into his arms and for her to finally know what it was like to be with a man, but on the other... She was afraid of it. Or she was stressed. It was hard for her to tell.

"So what do you expect from me?" she moved her gaze to his eyes.

"Don't get me wrong, I swore to you, so if you tell me to patrol the streets, that's what I'll do." he overcame the step that separated them. Visenya had to raise her head a little to maintain eye contact. "But you can tell me to kill any of your enemies, wherever they are, and I will do that too. Just... Let me do what I do best."

A slightly tempting proposition, to have him sail to Westeros and, for example, get rid of Tywin Lannister, but it would be very risky and she didn't want to risk his life like that. She was already used to him and his flirtations, she couldn't throw it all away now as if it didn't matter.

This was her moment to make a move if she wanted something to happen between them.
Just as on their second meeting she didn't want him to see any intimate parts of her body and hid in the water in the bathtub or covered herself, now she felt a desire for him to see her. And she wanted to see him.

"Alright." she replied, placing her hand on his shirt and slowly sliding it down to where it was tied. "Use your talents." she added in whisper.

She had felt for some time that there was some attraction between them and she didn't even try to deny it, but she was afraid of what might come of it. Especially since these things reminded her somewhat of what might have happened to her if she had stayed in King's Landing: She would have been married off to Jaime Lannister and lived at Casterly Rock again, and would probably have several children in the coming several years.

But she was no longer threatened by it. She was far from the capital, no one had power over her except herself. She wasn't tied to anyone and no one could force her to do so, if she wanted to have sex she could do it with whomever she liked. She is an adult woman, a queen, she can decide.

Daario's hand moved to hers and he untied his shirt, then took it off smoothly. She studied his muscular torso for a moment before he lifted her chin gently and placed his first kiss on her lips.

She closed her eyes, melting into the feeling, giving herself completely to him, as if she were about to disappear and never come back, and she had to get the most out of it. She no longer thought about what could have been, about what once was and how Jaime had kissed her, she only thought about the fact that Daario was close to her now, that his hands were on her back, untying her dress and she couldn't wait for it . Her clothes began to be so heavy, as she suddenly felt warmer.

Her own hands explored his muscles, moving a little timidly to his lower abdomen, where they met the button of his pants. She played with it for a moment, giving her attention to kisses, but when she felt his lips move down to her neck, she firmly pulled the clasp and felt that only her hands were holding his pants in place.
Her heart was beating like crazy and a shiver ran down her spine as the dress became very loose at first and then fell to the ground, exposing her completely to his sight.

He moved his face away from her neck, his hands cupping hers gently, so that in a moment he too was completely naked. Involuntarily her eyes moved downwards, and then, as she felt herself blush, she returned her gaze to his face, his smiling face.

"I..." she started, but she stammered and didn't even know what she wanted to say.

"First time?" he said it for her, so she only had to nod her head to acknowledge it. "It's an honor, my Queen. I will do everything to please you."

With those words, his mouth landed on her lips again and his hands came to rest on her hips, pulling her close to his body.

I don't regret anything.