She was hoping for a quiet morning right after Daario left. She told him that she would like him to go with the Second Sons to Yunkai and retake the city from the Masters. Then she thought she would have time for herself, she didn't tie her hair up, she just put on a red dress.

She liked this color, perhaps because she could never wear it. Although at the same time she often dressed in white, which surprisingly matched her silver hair and fair skin. Besides, she also looked good in blue and light pink, but she didn't want to see these colors on her, they only reminded her of being under the rule of the Lannisters.

Coming back, the morning was quiet until she heard someone enter her room. She stepped down from the balcony and back to the table where the maps were spread out, and met Arthur's eyes.

"I didn't expect you so early, ser." she admitted, sitting on a chair at the table.

For a moment he wondered whether to comment on who he bumped into at the door. He would have bitten his tongue if they knew this boy better, but they didn't.

"Some people managed to beat me to it anyway."

"I take it you don't approve of this?" she asked, but she didn't seem offended in any way. She rather understood his lack of confidence in this relationship, but that didn't mean she was going to listen to any advice.

"I just don't understand how you can trust him."

"He would have killed me a long time ago if he wanted to. I don't have to trust him to know he won't hurt me." she pointed out, looking at the place where the flowers stood in the vase. "Anyway..." she cleared her throat. "I sent Daario and the Second Sons to Yunkai to retake the city."

"I'm afraid that as soon as they leave the city, Masters will capture it again. It's a vicious circle."

"That's why I told him to tell them that if they rise up against me again, they all will lose their heads. And Hizdahr zo Loraq - as my ambassador - will tell them that I was also kind in Meereen and the city and the Masters do not suffer at all due to the lack of slavery." she explained slowly, in a confident voice. "They get one last chance. It's none of my business whether they use it or not."

"It looks like you're starting to find your way to rule."

He smiled at her gently. For a brief moment, he feared that perhaps she had already ordered the execution of each of them, and then she would be no better than them. He also knew that the world was brutal and that many people - like Tywin Lannister - would do just that, but it was the easiest way to make dozens of enemies.

Some enjoyed ruling through fear, but in the end they always ended up like their defeated enemies. There will always be someone who eventually will make you pay for your crimes.
Even someone like Tywin Lannister.

"I'm trying to be just." she smiled back. She rose from her chair and gazed on the map, focusing on Essos. "When the situation calms down, we also have to go to Volantis and Lys, slavery is still common there. If I want it to never come back, I have to get rid of it everywhere." she emphasized the last word. "And then to Westeros..."

"Are you afraid of this?" he asked, sensing the uncertainty in her voice when she mentioned returning to Westeros.

"I lived there for seventeen years, and yet I don't know much about these lands, I haven't seen most of the country I want to rule in the future." she sighed quietly. "I'm afraid this fight won't be that easy, no matter how big army I gather. Tywin would rather kill himself than bend the knee to me. My escape humiliated him."

"The old lion isn't so scary in the eyes of the Lords of Westeros anymore, that's only a plus. Dorne will surely support you, for your mother was their princess."

She had no doubts about that, in fact she imagined that uncle Oberyn must be proud of her. He certainly didn't expect that such a future awaited her...

"And others?" she replied with a question. |There's still no peace there. Stannis has already attacked the capital and is as proud as Tywin, he will not bend the knee, especially before a woman. The Lords may support him for this reason... Unless they change their minds when they see dragons, although I wouldn't want to rule just because people are scared of them."

"But on the other hand, they are a great advantage, especially if the enemy had a numerical advantage."

"I can't control them." she admitted, shifting her gaze from the map to him. "Recently they killed a whole herd of goats, I'm afraid of what will happen next. In addition, no one knows where Drogon and Maelia are, they flew away and were never heard from again."

"They will be found." he wished he could give her some advice, but he had nothing to say on the matter.

Visenya only nodded and for a long moment there was silence between them, which only she decided to break.

"There is also a listening to people problems today... How many of them are already waiting at the entrance?" she asked a question, although she probably didn't want to know the answer...

"Three hundred and fifty-six, Your Grace."

She nodded. Even more than yesterday... The sooner it starts, the better. But she dreads to think how many people will gather if she is forced to listen at most twice a week due to the workload, since from day to day there are three hundred and fifty-six of them...

No, I don't want to think about it.

The days passed quite pleasantly, she even got used to long hours of sitting with her back straight. This was the first time since her time in Westeros that she had worn dresses for an extended period of time. When traveling constantly, pants were much more practical and she even liked wearing them and high boots. She still dressed like that sometimes.
Although it was the dresses that added royalty to her image. Women in Meereen tried to follow her fashion and she liked the fact that she was a role model.

It was now a lovely, sunny morning, and although her thoughts were on other things, she was talking to Missandei about Grey Worm, who was watching her as she washed her clothes.

"Was he spying on you?" Vis asked bluntly, braiding some of Missandei's hair. At least it took her mind off the dream, or more precisely, the rest of it.

"No, he wasn't spying, but..." she paused, looking for the right word. "He was just watching."

"Are you sure? I thought the Unsullied weren't interested in what was hidden under our clothes, after all..." she didn't say it, but they both knew what she meant.

"He was interested. I think so." she said it so confidently that Visenya didn't dare question it. But... Why would he be interested in this?

She couldn't help but ask:

"Do they cut everything off during castration? You know..." she paused for a moment, wondering how to put it so as not to say it directly. "The pillar and the stones, or just one of the two?" she asked gently, feeling awkward at that moment.

"I don't know." she admitted after a short moment of silence.

"Haven't you ever thought about it?" this question hung in the air, Vis wondered for a moment whether she had scared Missandei, but then she heard her voice.

"I have."

They didn't say another word on the subject, and Visenya finished tying her hair. In fact, she now began to wonder whether the Unsullied were fully castrated or only partially... Besides, a dream that she couldn't understand - even though she wanted to - was still going through her head.

She needed to think about something else, so she started another topic, even though she had already finished her work.

"Can we have another dothraki lesson today? I think I've finally found the right tone of voice for this language." she sat down next to Missandei on a long stool and smiled gently. She saw that her friend was also relieved that they had changed the subject.

"Of course... And indeed, your Dothraki is slowly starting to sound good." Vis rolled her eyes at the fact that the tongue in her mouth was just starting to sound like it should. She had to admit that Missandei was right, it's not an easy language to learn, especially with it's pronunciation. "Where's your necklace?" she asked unexpectedly, looking at Visenya's cleavage.

"I can't find it since this morning..." she began, rising from the stool to go to the dressing table, "...but I have this." she took in her hand a beautiful, silver clasp that probably used to keep someone's coat in place until now. "You'll probably think I'm crazy, but... It was a dream. Different from the ones I usually have. This one can't be the one that come true."

He couldn't say he felt better - mentally speaking - but at least he could keep himself occupied, take his mind off the constant self-blame and mourning. And if he had to die when the Wildlings attacked Castle Black, then it was supposed to be that way, although surprisingly he doubted it would happen.

Robb was sitting with Sam and Maester Aemon in the library, where Sam was reading about some horrors he didn't even want to hear thoughts wandered as he twirled the silver necklace between his fingers under the table, necklace, he had in his hands when he woke up.

But he couldn't find his clasp anywhere. Anyhere. Sink like a stone.

He remembered this necklace from today's dream. The silver-haired girl he was dancing with was wearing it. He didn't know why he was dreaming such things now, when he was mourning his wife. He believed that love would never set his heart on fire again, unless it was love for his family. He promised himself that he wouldn't replace Talisa with any other woman, but those purple eyes wandered through his thoughts even now.

That an ordinary dream can be so confusing...

Ordinary? It is really ordinary? Never had any dream been so real to him. Everything was clear in his memory, he could have sworn he even remembered what flowers she smelled like...
Her body felt good in his hands as he led her through the dance, his eyes never leaving hers. For that brief moment, he felt his heart reaching out to her, how she made it come alive again.

And then he scolded himself for even having such a thought cross his mind.

"Love is the death of duty." he woke up from his thoughts just as the Maester spoke these words. "I told that your friend Jon once. He didn't listen, and neither did you."

He may have said it to Sam, but it really suited him too...
It's a pity that in his case, his decision resulted in the death of hundreds, if not thousands.

He tuned out again for a moment, trying to make sense of the silver necklace, but the decorative pendant reminded him of nothing, pointed to nothing.
He couldn't explain it, but he had a feeling he would meet this woman someday. That's why he was convinced that he wouldn't die now. Although the idea of such a meeting was not pleasant for him at all.

He didn't want comfort, he didn't want to look at a beautiful face that would only remind him of his lost family. If he should do anything in life now, it would be to take the North back from the Boltons, but he has no idea for that yet.

His attitude, however, does not indicate that he intends to get rid of this necklace that somehow ended up in his hands... On the contrary, he will wait, perhaps he will give it back to its owner one day.

And then he will be able to forget about her forever.

"We could tell stories of lost love until morning. Nothing brings back memories like the specter of inevitable death." he didn't even realize when Maester Aemon finished his monologue, because he only half-listened to it and it didn't lift his spirits at all. "Go to sleep." with that, he extinguished the candle and slowly left the room, leaving them alone in the darkness in the library.

"Is it possible to love again?" at first he didn't want to say anything, but then he spoke, catching the attention of Sam, who was about to leave.

There was silence for a moment while young Tarly considered his answer, especially since he had already learned Robb's story.

"Why not?" he finally replied, surprisingly even with a hint of optimism in his voice. "In love, you care most about the other person's happiness, so when someone dies... At least I think so... he wouldn't want his loved one to suffer until the end of his days."

"Wouldn't that be treason?" he finally looked up from the necklace and moved his gaze to Samwell.

Unfortunately, he didn't know how to answer that.