Words in Italics are Valyrian. Just so you know.
"Khaleesi this is one of the greatest fighters the seven kingdoms have ever seen." Jorah's eyes were wide with shock. Before him stood Daenerys and Thomas. Beside the young lad was none other than Ser Barristan Selmy. "He was the Lord Commander of Robert Baratheon's king's guard." He warned as a hand slowly moved towards his sword.
"He said as much when we met him at the docks." Thomas muttered.
"Ser Jorah, he has sworn himself to me and saved my life." Dany watched Jorah like a hawk, looking for any hidden gestures. "Can I trust him?"
"Trust him?" Jorah looked back and forth between all of them. "I am not sure, but we can keep a close eye on him if he sticks around." Jorah replied stiffly.
"Well, then. Welcome Ser Barristan, to the Targaryen army." Thomas smiled as he clapped the elder man on the shoulder.
"Targaryen army?" Dany chuckled.
"Yes, we should have the men in the next couple days." Thomas reasoned. "Start small and work your way up, right?" Jorah sighed and shook his head while Ser Barristan looked amused. "In any event, if he is as good at a sword as they say, I would like you to teach me, please."
"You still haven't beaten me yet." Jorah stated. "Never faced a man in actual combat on your own. Why shouldn't I finish up your training?" Jorah asked.
"I beat an unsullied fighter in single combat today." Jorah's eyes widened in shock and Ser Barristan reassessed the youth. Jorah looked to Dany who nodded.
"You fought an unsullied?" They all turned and saw Irri standing with a basket of dirty clothes. "Were you hurt?" She rushed over and quickly looked him over before nodding her approval. "Whose idea was it for you to fight?" She looked between Dany and Thomas. Dany was surprised by the level of protectiveness she had for Thomas. Thomas however was stunned into silence.
"It was mine." He managed to whisper out. Irri rounded on him.
"You had no previous experience ad just decided fighting a man trained his entire life was a good idea?" She sounded furious. Hitting him over the head she reprimanded him. "Are you stupid?"
"I didn't mean to worry you Irri, I only meant to ensure our Khaleesi receives her army." Thomas tried to placate the irate woman who only huffed angrily.
"Don't needlessly put yourself at risk again." She growled out. "You are too young to die yet." With that said she bowed befreo Dany and continued about her duties.
When she was gone Thomas released a breath he hadn't known he was holding. Dany chuckled at her relieved friend while he tried to regain some lost dignity.
"Anyway theatrics aside, would you be willing to train him?" Dany asked Barristan who looked rather amused at Irri's show.
"It would be my pleasure your grace." Barristan bowed.
"Thank you Ser." Thomas's grin stretched his face. "When do we begin?"
Barristan turned towards Daenerys. "Do we need to go anywhere else today?"
"No, we are meeting with the good master tomorrow to discuss the deal."
"Then we begin now." Barristan motioned for the boy to move to the center of the deck with him. Dany smiled and found a seat to watch the lessen unfold. A few nearby Dothraki joined her as did Jorah.
The sun shone bright in the sky as Daenerys, Thomas, Jorah and Barristan walked to their meeting with the master. Along there left were crosses, slaves hung from each one. Some dead, others dying.
"The walk of punishment is a warning your grace." Ser Barristan noticed Dany glancing at the slaves hanging from crosses and decided to educate her.
"A warning to who?" Thomas asked. The lesson from the other day still left him sore, and the bruises were still tender. Irri considered it a just punishment for worrying her.
"Any slave who does not obey his or her master." They all stopped in front of a dying slave.
"Give me your water." Dany ordered. Jorah unhooked his bottle and handed it over. Stepping up to the dying man she urged him to drink in Valyrian. He shook his head and mumbled something in return. Dany looked appalled and hurt. Stepping back down, she gave the bottle back to Jorah.
"Leave this place your grace. Leave tonight I beg of you." Barristan urged.
"How will we go about getting soldiers then?" Thomas asked. "Besides we already have 50. We can't just leave them here."
"We can find sell swords in Pentos." Barristan countered.
"You have the money for an entire army of sell swords?" Thomas feigned shock. "Why didn't you say so?" Thomas rolled his eyes.
'Be careful boy, or I will ring your head like a bell." Barristan growled.
"He has a point Ser Barristan. We don't have the gold to buy sell swords. If she is to take back the iron throne she will have to get blood on her hands." Jorah snapped.
"The blood of my enemies, not innocents." Dany's voice was soft but no less vicious. Walking away again, the men followed.
"How many wars have you fought in Ser Barristan?" Jorah asked.
"3."
"Have you ever seen a war where Innocents didn't die by the thousands?" Barristan shook his head.
"Doesn't mean we can't minimize the casualties." Thomas looked to find a middle ground before Dany snapped at them.
"I was in king's Landing after the sack." Jorah began, ignoring Thomas's comment. "You know what I saw? Butchery, babies, children, old men, more woman than you can count raped and murdered. There is a beast in every man, and it stirs when you put a sword in his hand. But the Unsullied are not men. They do not rape, they do not put cities to the sword unless you command them to. If you buy them, then the only men they will kill are those who you order them too."
"A sell sword would take what they wanted form a city. Rape its women, kill their children and sack it for all its worth. This is the only option that doesn't require needless bloodshed." Thomas agreed with Jorah and Barristan glared at the two.
"DO you agree Ser Barristan?" Dany asked.
"When you brother Rhaegar led his army into battle at the trident. Men died for because they believed in him, because they loved him. Not because they were bought at a slaves auction. I fought beside the last dragon on that day your grace. I bled beside him."
"Rhaegar fought valiantly, he fought nobly, Rhaegar died." Jorah countered.
"In war only the end matters." Thomas spoke up. "How you attain victory hardly matters when history is written by the victor."
"That is a horrible way of thinking boy. Only monsters do whatever it takes to achieve victory." Ser Barristan scolded. "Monsters that die sooner rather than later."
"Then why is it, monsters always prevail over the just." Thomas asked. "From the stories, Rhaegar was a good man. If that is true then why did Robert Baratheon beat him?" Ser Barristan remained quiet. "Because at the end of the day he knew the answer to an age old question."
"And what question is that?" Dany asked.
"If your standing in the ashes of a trillion dead souls, do the ghosts care about your honor?" Everyone looked towards him. "The silence is your answer. Robert knew this and fought with everything at his disposal. SO he won and was able to take the seven kingdoms."
"So I should resort to brutalities to win my war?" Dany asked.
"Only necessary brutality. The point is we can't be afraid to throw a punch simply because it isn't honorable. We need to be willing to win at any cost." Thomas stated. Everyone remained silent for a time.
"You knew my brother well then?" Dany asked Barristan after a few more minutes of walking.
"I did your grace." Barristan's voice seemed to perk up at the mention of Rhaegar. "Finest man I ever met."
"I wish I had known him. But he was not the last dragon." Dany stated as they continued on towards the meeting place.
A few minutes later and they were discussing terms with the wise master.
"All? Did this ones ears mishear your grace?" The translator asked.
Dany stood in the center of the room. Above them were metal bars to let in the sunlight and slaves watched from above. In front of her sat the good master and one of his friends while the translator stood to his right. Behind her were Ser Jorah, Ser Barristan and Thomas.
"You did not. I want to buy them all." Dany smiled pleasantly up at the woman while Thomas hid a smirk at their stunned faces.
"There are 8,000 unsullied in Astapor. Your fighter won you 50 so now you want to buy the remaining 7,950. Is this what you mean by all?"
"Yes, them and the ones still in training as well." Dany's face was a mask of indifference as the girl translated for her.
"Master Grezin says that they cannot sell half trained boys. If they fail on the battlefield they will bring shame upon all of Astapor."
"I will have them all or take none. Many will fall in battle I will need the boys to pick up the swords they drop."
"Master Kraznys says, even with the discount, you cannot afford this. Your ship will buy you 150 unsullied, the gold you have left will buy you 15 but good master Kraznys will give you 25. The Dothraki you have with you are not worth what they cost to feed but master Kraznys will give you 5 Unsullied for them. Master Kraznys asks how you intend to pay for the remaining 7,770."
Looking up and around at the slaves watching them Dany thought on what she could do. Finally coming to a conclusion she smirked at the masters. "I have dragons. I will give you one." The translator rushed to speak to her master while Jorah and Barristan argued. Thomas tensed up but withheld any comment for the time being.
"You will win the throne with dragons not slaves your grace." Barristan stormed next to her. A quick glare silenced him.
"Khaleesi." Jorah tried but was also silenced by a glare. When she turned to see if Thomas was going to speak up, she was pleasantly surprised to see him standing rigidly at attention.
"Three Dragon." Master Kraznys leaned forward eagerly.
"One." Dany stated.
"Two." He shot back.
"One." Dany insisted.
A staring contest ensued for a few moments before he spoke to his friend. After a few minutes of discussion he turned back to her. Speaking to his translator his eyes never left Daenerys. "They want the biggest one."
"Done."
"Done."
Dany smiled confidently as she turned to go. Stopping abruptly a thought struck her that brought a pleased smile to her face turning back she addressed the Master. "I'll take you as well." The translator perked up. Now. You will be his gift to me as a bargain well struck." Kraznys nodded his consent and the girl rushed off to change. A few minutes later Dany and her party left the building where they met Kraznys. Jorah spoke up first.
"Khaleesi, a dragon is worth more than any army." Jorah rushed to keep up with her.
"Aegon Targaryen proved that when he concurred the seven kingdoms." Barristan argued as well.
Dany whirled on them and snarled. "You are both here to advise me. I value that advice but if you ever question me in front of strangers again, you will be advising someone else." Jorah and Barristan tensed up while Thomas scooted away from them. "Is that understood?" Both men nodded meekly as Dany turned back and continued striding away. Thomas was hot on her heels while the grown men followed at a more leisurely pace.
"What are you planning Dany? I can't believe you would give up Drogon just like that." Thomas asked quietly.
"Dear Thomas, I am only following your advice." Dany smiled at his confused expression. "I have no intention of leaving Drogon here." By then they came upon the girl who translated and Dany offered her a sincere smile. "Do you have a name?"
"This one's name is Missandei, your grace." The girl feel in step with them.
"Do you have a family, a mother and father to return to if you had a choice?" Dany asked.
"No your grace. No family living."
"You belong to me now and it is your duty to tell me the truth." Dany insisted much to Missandei's pleasure.
"Yes your grace, lying is a great offence. Many of those on the walk of punishment were put there for less." She spoke.
"Don't worry Missandei, we won't hurt you." Thomas tried to ease the clearly nervous girl.
'I offered water to one of the slaves dying, do you know what he said?" Both Thomas and Missandei shook their heads. "Let me die."
"There are no master's in the grave your grace." Missandei answered the unasked question.
"Is it true what master Kraznys told me about the unsullied? About their training and obedience." Dany asked hoping the men were worth all this trouble.
"All questions have been taken from them. They obey, that is all. Once they are yours, they are yours." She recited clearly rehearsed lines. "They will fall on their swords if you command it.
"And what about you?" Dany sounded slightly uncertain. Thomas doubted anyone else noticed it but after growing up together he could tell. "You know that I am going off to war. You may go hungry, You may fall sick or maybe killed."
"Vala mo ghoules."
"Yes, all men must die. But we are not men." Dany and Missandei shared a smirk as Thomas blanched. "Worry not Thomas, I will keep you safe." She lightly teased much to his embarrassment.
*Next day*
Dany along with everyone else walked into the open courtyard. Throughout it all were the unsullied. Around the perimeter were the masters who eagerly awaited the showing of the dragon. The Dothraki four Dothraki carried a small cage where Drogon was being held. Missandei and Thomas were right behind Daenerys while Jorah and Barristan were behind them. Walking toward Kraznys, the man started speaking, Missandei started translating.
"The Master says they are untested. He says it would be wise to blood them early. There are many small city's between here and there, cities ripe for sacking. Should you take captives, the masters would buy the healthy ones for a good price. And who knows, in ten years some of the boys may be unsullied in their term and all shall prosper." By now Dany and Thomas stood before Kraznys while the litter was placed a few feet behind them. Dany stared into Kraznys eyes while he smirked back.
Dany turned to Thomas and nodded her head. Taking the signal he walked back and opened Drogon's cage. Grabbing a handle the young dragon flew in the air tethered to a grip. The crowd gasped as Thomas led the dragon towards Kraznys whose eyes hungered for the beast. Walking forward Drogon offered little resistance until Kraznys took the handle. As Drogon struggled against his chains Kraznys handed the whip he was carrying to Dany who cautiously took it.
"Is it done?" She asked, examining the whip. Missandei translated for her and Kraznys sneered.
"It is done. She holds the whip. The bitch has her army." Missandei nodded towards Dany who turned and walked towards the Unsullied.
"Unsullied!" Dany yelled in Valyrian prompting a surprised look from Missandei. "Forward March!" They did as command. "Halt!
"Tell the bitch her beast won't come!" Kraznys ordered Missandei as Drogon fought him. Thomas smirked as Dany turned back to him.
"A dragon is not a slave." Kraznys paled as Dany smirked menacingly.
"You speak Valyrian?" He asked cautiously.
"I am Daenerys Stormborn of the house Targaryen, of the blood of old Valyria. Valyrian is my mother tongue." She turned back towards the unsullied. "Unsullied! Slay the masters, slay the soldiers, slay everyman who holds a whip, but harm no child. Strike the chains off every slave you see!" Jorah and Barristan gripped their swords cautiously while Thomas pulled his out entirely and face Kraznys.
Immediately after she finished a few Unsullied killed masters walking through their columns. Kraznys called for order. ""I am your master! Kill her! Kill her!" He ordered. A few nearby soldiers struck towards Thomas who effortlessly took one out as Jorah killed the other.
Dany turned around and glared at Kraznys only untiring one word. "Drakaris." Drogon ceased fighting and Kraznys looked up. He meat fire and screamed in agony as the flames ravaged his body. The unsullied sprung forward and launched their attack. The Dothraki fanned out and started looting the gold off the fallen masters and collecting other valuables. Irri was one of them and quickly followed the unsullied into the city.
A few guards attempted to attack Daenerys but Thomas, Jorah and Barristan stopped them. Free of his chains, curtesy of Thomas, Drogon flew throughout the city burning at will. After 2 hours of intense fighting, the unsullied were making their way back towards the field to regroup. The Dothraki lingered hoping to find a few more valuables. Irri stumbled into a house that's door was thrown inward. Spotting a few necklaces on a dead master she rushed forward to take them. Unknown to her, the woman's son was hiding in a nearby closet with a knife. Upon seeing the Dothraki woman taking his mother's necklace he rushed out and stabbed her in the gut. Irri cried out in shock as she scrambled away. Before she could mount a defense the boy pounced on her, stabbing her chest and arms as she cried for help. A nearby group of Unsullied rushed into the house. Stabbing the boy with their spears they rushed to help Irri.
All she heard were cries of panic as she looked up at the bland ceiling. All she could feel was pain as her blood spilled onto the floor. All she could think about as her vision went black, was the striking young face of the man she grew to love. Irri's eyes faded as the Unsullied tried to bring her back. After a few more moments they made a makeshift stretcher and carried her to Daenerys.
Laying her down in front of their new Queen, Dany rushed to her side. Thomas as not far behind as tears sprung to his eyes.
Irri!" He cried as he shook her shoulders. "Irri wake up." He pleaded. Dany also cried but remained silent as her best friend held her body, cradling her head in his arms.
He continued pleading until Dany put a hand on his shoulder. Looking up at her helplessly she lost her breath. She had never seen him look more lost and alone than he did now. "She's gone Thomas. I'm sorry." She managed to force out after a moment. "We will build her a funeral pyre so she may pass to the night lands." Thomas nodded unable to speak. Dany turned towards the Unsullied who brought her back, ordering them to build the funeral pyre. Afterwards she turned back to Thomas and knelt next to him. Wrapping her arms around him. She joined him in weeping for their lost friend and comforted each other as best they could until the pyre was done. The ceremony was quick and to the point and every Unsullied and Dothraki were present to witness it. The sun was setting when the fire went out. Dany led Thomas to the others as she mounted her horse.
"Unsullied! You have been slaves all your life. Today you are free. Any man who wishes to leave may leave, and no one will harm him. I give you my word. Will you fight for me? As free men?" She looked around from atop her horse as all were silent. Thomas, eyes bloodshot form crying, looked around uncertainly. Until he heard a feint tapping sound to his left. Looking he noticed a soldier tapping his spear on the ground. Soon more men followed his example until every unsullied were tapping their spears. Seeing this, Thomas held a weak smile as he realized Dany now held her army of free men. Barristan and Jorah seemed to be thinking the same thing if their smiles were any indication.
Soon after that, the Dothraki mounted their horses and released the rest of the dragons. Now Marching out of Astapor, Dany set her sights on the next slave city. Dropping the whip as she led the column with Thomas at her side. Her and her army of Dothraki left the burning city.
So that is it for Astapor. I believe that is all of season 3 I could be wrong and please correct me if I am since this all came from a YouTube video. So what did you think? Irri is dead, Thomas now in pain after losing a loved one and Dany with her army. Obviously very much like the actual show since not much room for me to change everything. But hopefully it is still enjoyable and fresh for you. Let me know what you think in a review, they are always appreciated and have a good day/night.