As soon as they entered the catacombs, they could hear chains sliding across the stone floor. Even though they had torches with them, they did not illuminate the entire room, especially its depths. Since she locked Rhaegal and Viserion here, she had tried to get close to them several times, without much success - although they didn't try to eat her anymore, at least it looked like this...
The men stood in one row divided in half, and looked scared. After all, who wouldn't be terrified at the prospect of being fed to dragons at any moment?

"Nyke gīmigon bona Trēsi hen Jazdanī kostagon daor edrīto mijegon dohaeragon hen kostōba se welo. Iksan daor iā dyni, daor cāsto skoros ao pendagon nūmāzma nyke. Iksan helīoro, lo gudio corigon sir, kesan lado zȳhon ābrar." she said, standing in the middle of the row of Masters.

*"I know that the Sons of the Harpy could not exist without the help of the powerful and wealthy. I am not a monster, no matter what you think of me. If the guilty person confesses now, I will spare his life."*

She hoped that such an offer might persuade the guilty man to confess, after all, he would save his life - he would spend it in prison, but he would be alive. People usually care even about that.
But no one spoke, even though they were afraid of what Visenya might do next.

"Gūrogon iā decuragon." she told them to take a step towards the darkness, which the Unsullied had to force them to do. One of the Masters even started to protest, but when he felt a spear on his back, he took the ordered step. "Mēre tolī." one more step. "Mirrero, nyke pendagon kostā iōragon hae tolmiesz hae gaoman sir."

*"Actually, I think you can stand as far away as I do now."*

She took a few confident steps towards the darkness, to the place where she remembered that the dragons couldn't reach her yet. But they didn't know about it and were terrified, probably convinced that she was in no danger and that they were the only ones close to death.

"Kessi ipradagon ao, nyke ȳdra daor sesīr emagon naejot udrāzma zirȳ." she turned to them."Issi sȳz riñar. Pōnta mazverdagon misodōss, yn issi sȳz tolī mirre, daor hae ao. Ao pryjagon aōha oktion." she came closer to one of the Masters, running her hand over his arm.

*"They will eat you, I don't even have to order them to do so. They are good children. They make mistakes, but in the end they are good, not like you. You are destroying your own city."*

"Īlen sȳz syt ao. Nyke teptan ao tȳne casero. Yn ao pykagon ziry isse ñuha laehurlion. Skoros kessa sagon iā qilōnarion syt iā buzdari syt bisa?" her hand slipped from the man's shoulder, she passed him and nodded to the soldier to push this man ahead of the line. "Morghon."

*"I was good to you. I gave you a second chance and you spat it in my face. What would be the punishment for a slave for that? Death."*

She wasn't sure about what she was doing. They considered her weak, so she probably wanted to deny them this way, prove that she can be as cruel as them.
But with this one gesture she also denied her justice, which she only realized later. She sentenced this man to death without trial, merely assuming that he was guilty.

She watched - just like the others - as the first of the dragons, Rhaegal, emerged from the darkness and burned the unfortunate man kneeling on the ground. For some reason, she couldn't look away from it, even though she knew it was an unjust death. Watching him scream in flames and then be torn apart by both beasts on one hand filled her with fear, but on the other hand it attracted her and fascinated in some strange way.

"Bisa kessa sagon aōha torro lo ao ȳdra daor corigon." she slowly walked behind them. "Kostagon nyke kessa ilzigon jeme naejot se zaldrīzoti, kostagon nyke kessa pāsagon ao. Yn ñuha patī keliton. Eminna se trusi, iā nyke kessa emagon aōha glaesagon." she stopped behind Hizdahr, who - like most of them - was whispering something under his breath. "Kesā spero bantis kesīr. Nyke redossodo naejot umbagon olīce se henujagon se holdōro belma issi qopsa."

*"This will be your tomb if you don't confess. Perhaps I should throw you all to the dragons now, or perhaps I should believe you when you deny. But my patience has run out. I will get the truth or your lives. You will spend the night here. I advise you to stay close the entrance and hope the chains are strong enough."*

She started heading towards the exit, giving them one last, slightly mischievous smile. She was already climbing the stairs when she heard someone speak.

"Valar morghūlis." it was Hizdahr. She turned around almost at the top of the stairs and looked at him for a moment, wondering what to say, if anything at all.

"Iksan daor iā vali." she replied with certainty.

*"I'm not a man."*

With that, she, her soldiers, Arthur, and Daario left them. The entrance was closed and she was sure that everyone had already run up the stairs and crowded close to it.

Then she felt guilty that maybe she was doing something wrong. She wants to force them to confess the truth, which they may not even know. She killed a man to scare others, but it didn't help. The only thing she has done was convincing them that she is not as good as she claims to be.

She was angry about ser Barristan's death, she wanted to take revenge for it somehow, and this is what it led to, nothing good. She needs to learn to control herself better if she wants to rule the Seven Kingdoms in the future, she can't let her emotions make her look like someone she's not.
She may not consider herself an ordinary person, but human weaknesses still affect her and she can't let them win, no matter how bad the situation is or how much she wants to vent her anger.

I won't make the same mistake again, I promise that to myself.

Maybe they are really innocent? Maybe Masters from other cities she conquered are funding the Sons of the Harpy and she should accuse them? But there is no evidence for this either, and she probably won't find any soon, and the current situation in Meereen requires action now, not in a week, two, or even longer.

And she had no idea what else she could do...

She had to ask someone for advice. Someone she hasn't talked to about it yet and would help her look at the situation from a different perspective, find a different solution...
She knew who could help her with this.

She sat in her chamber and waited alone for Missandei to come to her. When she saw her in the doorway, she immediately got up and approached her.

"Thank you for coming so quickly." she said. "I'm afraid the whole city is starting to fall apart in my hands."

"You give people what they deserve."

"And I'm just making everything fall apart faster." she sighed. She didn't want Missandei to cheer her up, she wanted honesty, advice. Nervous, she reached for the wine and poured herself a full goblet. "When I took over the city, both ser Barristan and ser Arthur advised me to show mercy, to give everyone a second chance. Daario, on the other hand, tells me to kill every single one of the Masters and the rest of the citizens will be fine. I want to... I want to ask you for advice."

There was silence for a moment. Missandei didn't expect that this was why the Queen had summoned her. She thought that maybe she had a free moment and would like to go back to the dothraki lessons, because she was already doing quite well, recently they even touched on the issue of their culture.
But asking for advice... It didn't cross her mind.

"Visenya... I don't think I'm fit to give advice." she said slowly, watching her friend drink some wine and sit down on the couch.

"Nonsense. You're as good as anyone with any experience. You know why I'm here, what I want to achieve and what will happen if I fail." she looked up from the glass, sadness and feeling lost were visible in her eyes. "I want to know your perspective on this matter, every opinion is valuable."

"I can't give you advice on ruling or war, but... I can tell you what I've seen." she walked over to Visenya and sat down next to her. "I have seen how you listen to your counselors, how you rely on their experience when you lack your own, and choose the paths they present you." she paused for a moment and grabbed her hand. "But I've also seen you ignore your counselors, because there was a better choice. One that only you could see."

Vis returned the handgrip in silence. A few things crossed her mind, but she quickly brushed them aside, insisting that she had to achieve everything on her own, not in cooperation with any of the Great Houses of Meereen, but it seemed that she had no choice anymore, all other solutions had failed.

"I believe they are innocent." she admitted with a sigh. "After all, they make money from the work of the citizens, why would they kill them this way? I'm afraid it's not them I need to win over to my side, but the common people who stick with the Sons of the Harpy. They think I'm a stranger in this city..." She set her half-full goblet on the table next to her and turned fully to Missandei. "If I made someone from the Great House my husband, maybe they would finally start to look at me differently. I asked ser Arthur to let them out of the catacombs earlier and lock them in the dungeons, they are all sitting there, not knowing what will happen to them next."

"Do you already have a candidate?"

"The only one of them I know even a little bit." she didn't want to get married. She would prefer everything to stay as it is, for her to be a single Queen.

Of course, she didn't rule out the possibility of falling in love one day, and even her heart sped up a little for Daario, but it wasn't a deep love for her. She liked him, she had a nice time with him, she cared about him, he was important to her, she didn't want to leave him, but... That wasn't it. Something told her that he wasn't the love of her life.

Plus, she knew she would probably have to make some alliances in Westeros. If by some miracle she becomes a widow, she will be able to remarry. There is only one problem, she would need to reserve that she is the most important person and children will inherit her surname.
If she has any children. At the beginning of her affair with Daario, she was afraid that she would get pregnant and have to take care of the child, but nothing like that happened. She would have expected that with such... a lot of times, it would be rather easy to have a child, but she didn't.

And that scared her. If she can't have children, her bloodline will end with her.

"It looks like I'll have to make a few concessions to make the people of Meereen understand that I respect them and their traditions, but at the same time they must respect my rules." she said again, getting up from her seat and abandoning thoughts about her possibilities of getting pregnant.

She had to go to Hizdahr and tell him her decision, that she will reopen the fighting pits - of course, on certain terms - and that...
Ugh, he'll be my husband... But he better not count on too much.

"Although Visenya maintains her grip on Slaver's Bay, her opponents continue to gather strength. She refuses to leave until the freedom of the former slaves is secure." Sam read a short letter that described the current situation in Essos. "She seems like quite a woman."

The atmosphere remained tense in Castle Black even after Stannis Baratheon left.
As for Robb, things were finally starting to come together in his head and he wasn't thinking so much about what happened in the Twins. Now his thoughts were rather focused on what to do to get rid of the Boltons from his home - and also how to stand up to Stannis.

He was listening a little more carefully than ever before to the conversation taking place next to him. Visenya Targaryen. A name that sounds nice when pronounced.

He had heard about this girl even before she became famous in Essos. Most of Westeros probably knew about the Targaryen girl, whom Tywin Lannister kept under lock in his keep. He had never seen her or had much interest in her, but he somehow enjoyed the thought that she had rubbed Tywin's nose in the face by running away from King's Landing.

He was a little less happy about the fact that soon she would probably turn her attention to Westeros and decide to come back and take the throne. She probably thinks that she is entitled to it, even though her dynasty was overthrown.

Thought that doesn't stop her from winning the throne in the war.

What worries him more is that she will want all the Seven Kingdoms.
Although... Judging by the way she's acting in Slaver's Bay, maybe she's not that bad after all? Perhaps he could somehow come to terms with her?

And one more thing... Is she the girl from his dream?

"And she's alone, surrounded, with no family to guide her or protect her." Maester Aemon replied to the content of the letter. "Her last relative is thousands of miles away, useless, dying."

"Don't say that, Maester Aemon." Sam said to him, folding the letter back up.

"Targaryen, alone in the world... is a terrible thing."

"She's definitely not alone, someone must be there for her, advising her." Robb said, smiling weakly. It rarely happened, but sometimes his lips would twist into something like a smile, and he no longer even felt guilty for daring to feel some joy after what had happened.

Then Jon entered the chamber, but they didn't notice him until he spoke. At first he asked to talk to Aemon, but when Robb wanted to get up, he put his hand on his shoulder and asked him to stay, that he wanted to talk to him too.

"How are you feeling?" he turned to the Maester first, taking the seat where Sam had previously sat.

"Just as a hundred-year-old man might feel, slowly freezing to death."

In fact, although he was rather used to the cold, even he felt that it was colder near the Wall than in Winterfell. But right now he wouldn't want to be anywhere else, unless it was with his brother.

"I need an advice." Jon got to the point, looking from one to the other. "There's something I want to do, or rather... I have to. But I will divide the Night's Watch. Half the people will hate me as soon as I give the order."

"Half the people already hate you, Lord Commander." Aemon remarked, which by the way had quite a funny tone. "Do it."

"I haven't even said what it is yet..."

"You know, most decisions split people down in the middle." Robb said with a shrug. "You can't divide people any more."

What an irony, usually what is right divides people as much as bad decisions.

"The important thing is that you know what it is. With a little luck, you will find the strength to do what is right." Maester assured Jon.

"No one has ever tried to lead the Wildlings to our side of the Wall. Well, certainly no Lord Commander of the Night's Watch." Jon remarked, and that was what actually worried him.

He knew he had to make this decision if he didn't want to put to death all the people living behind the Wall. At the same time, he was looking for someone who would support his decision so that he would not feel like he was alone against the world.

After all, he won't be the first person people hate for his choice, even if it's in everyone's favor.

"If you're going to let them die there instead, then it's simple. I trust you and I will go with you." said Robb, taking his hand comfortingly.

Whatever happens, they are brothers.
And they're not going to be separated again.