295 AC - In Yunkai:
After the Chosen Ones initial campaign of liberation, officially starting in Astapor with the Unsullied, the slave-masters are no longer in control and must regroup.
The former Great Masters of Meereen, who had escaped to Volantis, formed the Sons of the Harpy in an attempt to regain their power. Meanwhile, the Wise Masters of Yunkai have fled from their city and established themselves in Astapor, using their wealth to hire sellsword companies from other Free Cities.
They sought alliances with influential forces engaged in the slave trade centered in Slaver's Bay, where the Wise Masters have formed partnerships with New Ghis and Volantis. However, after setting their sights on Astapor, the city falls into chaos as different factions fight for control.
The first was Cleon, once a slave owned by Grazdan mo Ullhor, serving as a butcher. It was said he could cut up a pig faster than any other man in Astapor. After gaining his freedom when Anakin unleashed the Unsullied on the city, Cleon stirs up the people of Astapor, claiming that the council is attempting to reinstate the deposed Good Masters. With the backing of the people, Cleon executes the council members and installs himself as king. Cleon dubs himself as 'His Imperial Majesty,' though he is often called 'the Butcher King' (because he used to be a butcher). At his command, every highborn boy in Astapor is seized to make new Unsullied for the trade.
Anakin ruefully notes that he didn't end slavery in Astapor: all that changed is that the old slaves are now the masters and the old masters are now the slaves.
He feels sick when a Qartheen ship captain docking in Yunkai describes what Cleon has done to Astapor: "The city bleeds. Dead men rot unburied in the streets, each pyramid is an armed camp, and the markets have neither food nor slaves for sale. And the poor children! King Cleon's thugs have seized every highborn boy in Astapor to make new Unsullied for the trade, though it will be years before they are trained."
After the surprise of Anakin's campaign against slavery in the region wore off, the Wise Masters of Yunkai begin to regroup and hire a large number of sellsword companies to conquer their lost territories and property; they also form alliances with various powers also involved in the slave-trade, from Qarth in the east to Volantis in the west, as well as Tolos and Mantarys on the western end of Slaver's Bay.
Cleon for his part continues to insist by sending Raven to the King of Meereen in Yunkai that they form an alliance while they still can as the slaver-alliance's armies are growing larger with each passing month.
Anakin's answer to this is: "Astapor is starving. Let King Cleon feed his people before he leads them out to battle," noting the city's lack of resources, and the fact that they still allow slavery doesn't make him eager to help the self proclaimed king.
Some days later, a messenger from Meereen appears before Anakin, telling him that armies of the Yunkai'i descended on Astapor. The Targaryen feels sorry for the citizens of the city, but hardens his heart and rejects aiding them for now. He is currently preoccupied by the domestic enemies in Meereen (the Sons of the Harpy), worried they may completely take over the city if he does not return soon.
Cleon was soon killed by one of his own men for his failure, which revealed his weakness. After that Astapor suffers a rapid succession of juntas from one faction or another: 'Cleon II' holds power for only eight days before being killed by a barber dubbed 'King Cutthroat', while Cleon II's remaining supporters rally behind his concubine, dubbed 'Queen Whore'. The two factions fight for control of what is left of Astapor even as the Wise Master's army closes in and besieges them.
This instability leaves Astapor vulnerable to attacks from a coalition led by Razdal mo Eraz from Yunkai, along with Belicho Paenymion from Volantis and Yezzan zo Qaggaz from within Astapor itself. Anakin finally recognized Yezzan as a former slave-trader of Astapor, and realized he may have been present during the liberation of the Unsullied.
As the Wise Masters' sell-swords and slave soldiers march with the aid of Volantis towards Astapor, the city is caught in a fierce struggle for power between rival factions.
After the city was besieged, a wave of atrocities swept through. Starvation, murder, rape, and looting ran rampant while the remaining healthy men tried to escape the horrors. However, their efforts were in vain as the invading armies breached the gates and wreaked havoc on the city.
The aftermath was not a mere clash, but a horrific nightmare. Fires ravaged the entire city, while helpless individuals were left mutilated and abandoned on the roads. Anakin would later recall the downfall of Astapor as the closest thing to hell itself.
Emerging from hiding, groups of freed slaves from Astapor encountered hostility from the Yunkish and Volantis armies, forcing them to flee into the surrounding areas. Some of them eventually reached Anakin in Yunkai, having endured starvation and the loss of everything they once knew. Compassionate towards their plight, he offered them food and medicine. The refugees shared with the King of Meereen that Astapor had been reduced to ruins, with much of its population perishing and the city consumed in smoke.
Two months after conquering Yunkai, Anakin receives news from Hizdahr that the Wise Masters and Volantis planned to rebuild Astapor as a slave city, and he was strictly forbidden from intervening.
This news filled him with anger and a reluctant resignation, especially considering that the Volantis armies boasted a massive force of 30,000 soldiers and 200 ships. Adding to his frustration were the Wise Masters of Yunkai, with their own army of 6,000 men, 2,000 sellswords, and 50 ships. And to make matters worse, their alliance with Mantarys and Tolos brought in an additional 7,500 troops and 70 ships from Mantarys, and 4,800 men and 34 ships from Tolos. All this without mentioning the forces of Qarth, whose numbers he isn't up to date with.
He was now faced with unfavorable odds, as his adversaries had a formidable force of at least 50,300 men and 354 ships, while he only had a total of 40,000 men and 250 ships at his command, albeit of a higher grade.
As King of Meereen, Anakin has managed to assemble a formidable army of 20,000 men and 150 ships in the city. He has also gained the support of the recently conquered Yunkai, which has provided him with 10,000 men and 100 ships. The remaining 10,000 Unsullied troops liberated from Astapor make up the remainder of his forces.
Following their successful victory in Yunkai, Anakin's army established a base there. Similar to when he took over Meereen, this base is established in the golden pyramid of Qaggaz.
The golden pyramid rises majestically against the backdrop of the Ghiscari cityscape, its towering form catching the light of the Essosi sun and gleaming like a beacon of opulence. The pyramid is massive, with a broad base that tapers upwards in a series of tiered levels, each smaller than the one below, culminating in a flat top peak where a gilded harpy lies.
Inside, a world of extravagance unfolds. The main atrium is a vast, open space adorned with golden pillars and rich tapestries. The floors are polished marble, cool underfoot, and servants bustle about attending to the needs of noble guests.
As one ascends through the pyramid's levels, each floor reveals more splendor. Lavish chambers are filled with treasures - golden ornaments, jewels, and priceless artifacts collected from across the Known World. The living quarters are sumptuously appointed, with silk hangings and exotic furnishings imported from distant lands.
At the pinnacle of the pyramid, a private sanctuary awaits the ruling lord or lady - a chamber of breathtaking beauty with panoramic views of the city below. Here, amidst golden furnishings and rare luxuries, Anakin held court.
He grappled with the counsel of Hizdahr and Missandei. Conquest of Yunkai offered a grim necessity: appeasing the inevitable war in Slaver's Bay. Securing the city would delay the conflict for some years, forming a defensive buffer between Meereen and the slave cities to the south. Only Volantis to the northwest posed a lingering threat. Though Mantarys and Tolos lay between them, the cities along the Demon Road were held at bay by the dangers of traversing said road.
Along with his small council, consisting of Missandei, Grey-Worm, Hizdahr and Commander of the Second Sons Daario Naharis, Anakin is busy establishing a new governing system in Yunkai that focuses on the welfare of the people and abolishing slavery, similar to what he started in Meereen.
They are currently deliberating on the demands of the enemy forces in Astapor, and despite Anakin's initial reluctance, he eventually accepts the truce. The Wise Masters had a genuine intention to rebuild and repopulate the city, but they resorted to killing the freedmen in Astapor because they believed re-enslaving them would be too risky.
Despite Anakin's attempts to arrange a meeting with the slavers, they were wary of his presence due to his possession of some sort of sorcery. Both Razdal and Yezzan had now experienced his abilities firsthand. He had been careless in using his force abilities without considering the consequences.
The news of Anakin's sorcery even reached Belicho Paenymion, who informed the Red Priestesses in Volantis. These Priestesses were zealous in their beliefs and were easily recognizable by their red clothing. They claimed to possess supernatural abilities bestowed upon them by the 'Lord of Light'.
Upon hearing about the King of Meereen, a high-ranking Red Priestess, Kinvara, promised to seek the Lord's guidance. Belicho, aware of the ambiguity surrounding the Red Priestesses, chose to trust her without further question.
Although the opposition showed no interest in being around Anakin, they entered into a temporary truce with him. However, Anakin was aware that this would not last long as the slavers in the region would never allow two independent cities without slavery. He knew they were simply biding their time to either assassinate him or launch a siege on one of his cities.
Before Anakin prepared to leave Yunkai, he summoned Daario and Hizdahr. After much contemplation, Anakin comes to the realization that his return to Meereen is necessary. The weight of constantly traveling and staying in unfamiliar lands has finally caught up to him. However, despite the difficulty, he understands that it is crucial to achieving his objectives.
The golden pyramid of Qaggaz buzzed with activity as he prepared for his departure from the city. With the sun setting on the horizon, casting a warm glow over the bustling streets below, his mind was focused on the delicate task of ensuring continuity in his absence.
In the opulent chamber that served as his council room, Anakin stood before his advisors - Hizdahr zo Loraq and Daario Naharis. The atmosphere was charged with the weight of impending decisions.
"For this reason," Anakin began, his voice firm yet measured, "I am entrusting you, Hizdahr, to remain in Yunkai and oversee the renovations to the city."
Hizdahr's expression was inscrutable, his features betraying a hint of reservation. "Your Grace, I understand the importance of this task. Rest assured, I will continue the work of transitioning Yunkai, just as you have done in Meereen."
Anakin nodded, acknowledging Hizdahr's assurances. Though he did not completely trust the former slave-trader, he believed in his capability to uphold the reforms initiated in Yunkai and maintain stability in his absence.
Turning his attention to Daario, Anakin's gaze was stern. "Daario, you too will stay behind."
The mercenary's eyes gleamed with anticipation, a crooked smile playing upon his lips. "And what would you have me do, Your Grace?"
Anakin's voice held a note of challenge. "You and your men will assist Hizdahr in governing the city and managing its newly established military force. Continue to prove your loyalty to me and in turn you will have mine."
Hizdahr's demeanor shifted, his gaze sharpening as he regarded Daario with scrutiny. Anakin knew that Daario's loyalty was a double-edged sword - a quality that could be both a strength and a potential threat.
"I understand, Your Grace," Daario replied, his tone laced with confidence. "I will prove my loyalty to you."
Anakin's decision was deliberate - a calculated move to maintain control over Yunkai and safeguard the progress of emancipation. Though Hizdahr harbored reservations about working alongside Daario, they ultimately came to an understanding for the greater good of the city.
As preparations for Anakin's departure continued, Daario's demeanor exuded a sense of satisfaction at his newfound position of power. The Second Sons, his formidable army of 2,000, stood ready to assist in governing Yunkai and enforcing the reforms that had begun to take root.
In the twilight hours, Anakin finalized his arrangements. After doing what he could for the city of Yunkai, he, along with Missandei, Grey-Worm, and the Unsullied army begin their three day long journey across the landscape, heading back to Meereen. His mind is already on continuing the city's renovations and providing Yunkai with the resources to do the same.
295 AC - In Meereen:
Anakin has been gone for almost three months, leaving Lucas, Mossador, Qezza, and their allies in Meereen under constant attack without a moment's rest. They were amazed to still be alive, considering the constant danger they faced. While it was a vast improvement from their previous life as a slave for some, it came with its own set of challenges.
When Lucas returned to Meereen from Astapor, he conveyed to Qezza and Mossador the news of Anakin's acquisition of the Unsullied army. This revelation had washed over them like a wave of relief. However, since then, over a month has passed.
The arrival of a raven from Yunkai bearing Anakin's intention to remain there for the time being filled them with the realization that Meereen would have to endure without its king for a while longer.
While Qezza flourished in handling numerous grievances and pleas from the populace in Anakin's stead, Lucas and Mossador grappled with the arduous task of maintaining law and order in the city.
The chaos stemmed from the brutal murder of Qadir, a former slave who had joined the City-Watch, by a member of the Sons of the Harpy. This man had been seeking the company of a prostitute at the time. The assassin, who had conspired with the whore, purposely left behind his mask at the brothel to implicate the Sons as the perpetrators.
Patrolling the streets with a battalion of Meereenese city guards, Lucas remarked to Mossador, "You are too conspicuous, my friend, no doubt your Unsullied training at work. Anyone can see you coming from a mile off. Of course you haven't found any Sons of the Harpy. You haven't, have you?" Mossador grunted in agreement. "My men, on the other hand, they drink, they whore, fight in the streets - they blend in," asserted Lucas. "They overhear things in taverns, follow people from the taverns to nice, quiet alleys, break a few fingers, overhear a few more things. Before you know it…"
As they arrived at a door, Mossador barged in, followed by Lucas, and two guards. After thoroughly searching the room, Mossador declared, "Empty."
Lucas chuckled. "In a hurry? You afraid?"
"Unsullied fear nothing," declared Mossador.
"Right. That's your problem. You understood fear once, long ago, but you've forgotten what it means. Someone who's forgotten fear has forgotten how to hide," Lucas deftly extracted a dagger and plunged it into a bookcase wall, revealing a hidden chamber. A man screamed and fell out. "Fear is useful that way," Lucas said, patting Mossador's shoulder as guards apprehended the man.
Upon searching the hideout, they discovered daggers marked with the Sons of the Harpy's symbol, implicating him in Qadir's murder.
At the Great Pyramid, Lucas, Mossador, and Qezza discuss the fate of the Harpy's Son. The conversation quickly escalates into a heated argument between Mossador and Qezza.
"Sons of the Harpy, they want to put a collar back on my neck. On all of our necks. We must kill him," Mossador declares, emphasizing the importance of sending a message.
"It would send a message," Lucas confirms, but Qezza urges, "I think we should exercise restraint, at least until his grace returns. He may have valuable information." She doubts Anakin would show mercy, but she held hope that he was still the same compassionate young boy she knew.
"The Son of the Harpy has no more valuable information," Lucas informs her.
"And you know that how?" Qezza asked with a raised eyebrow.
"I asked nicely," Lucas shot a smirk at her, suggesting that he had subjected the prisoner to torture.
"And the information you did get, he is young and poor," Qezza deduces based on the prisoner's appearance.
"He is born free," Mossador objects.
"Why should he want to bring back slavery? What did it do for him?" she questioned.
"Perhaps the only thing that gave him pride was knowing that there was someone lower than he was," Lucas answered with a knowing expression.
"They pay him. Great families afraid to do a thing. They pay poor man to do it for them," Mossador explains.
Qezza insists on keeping the prisoner alive until Anakin returns, to demonstrate their morality and teach a better way to the citizens of Meereen.
"I should've expected no less from you. Here, in Meereen, before Anakin Targaryen, they own us. So we learn much about them or we do not live long. They teach me what they are. Mercy, fair trial: these mean nothing to them. All they understand is blood!" Mossador furiously reminds her of the slavers' atrocities.
Mossadors tone causes Lucas to stand between them, in support of Qezza's decision. As Anakin's regent, her orders are followed as if they were his own.
The conversation ends with Qezza stating, "Thank you for your counsel," her tone dripping with condescension.
In the solitude that follows Mossador's departure, Lucas confides in her about their heated debate. "He's going to kill that man," he warns, acknowledging Mossador's defiance. Qezza's face is ridden with sadness, knowing it to be true. "And, are you so certain His Grace wouldn't do the same?" Lucas presses.
"No," Qezza admits, her heart heavy. Seven years of companionship with Anakin had veiled his true nature from her.
His rebellious spirit and inventive mind had always been evident. As a child, he would sketch and design strange contraptions, some far fetched, like carriages that could fly or arrows that shot bolts of fire, but others intriguingly feasible, like the bulbs of light and this 'steam engine'.
Once, Anakin had immersed himself in his chambers for weeks, fervently working on the steam engine, a dream he had harbored since his childhood in Braavos. Now, with the resources of Meereen at his disposal, he could finally realize this ambition.
Qezza knew she must await Anakin's decision, uncertain of the man he would be when he returned. Rumors of the transformative effects of war filled her with trepidation, and she fervently hoped her friend would not succumb to darkness.
The very next day, just as expected, Mossador kills the Harpy's Son. His public execution of the man had unforeseen consequences, as Lucas and Qezza had not anticipated the extent of the repercussions.
A few days after the execution, Qezza gazes down from her royal apartment in the Great Pyramid of Meereen, observing the tranquil streets below. Despite her awareness of the suffering of the less fortunate, she is struck by the serene appearance of the city. In her contemplation, she questioned if this was the life the masters led, while overlooking the city's troubles.
Suddenly, her handmaiden bursts in, interrupting her thoughts. Unbeknownst to her, the Sons of the Harpy have already begun a series of large-scale attacks in the streets. It started when a Meereenese prostitute named Vala aided the Sons in their endeavors, distracting and getting some of the city guards killed.
When a patrol arrives at the scene of murdered city guards, she feigns fear and directs them into a trap by pointing out that the Sons of the Harpy fled into a narrow alleyway. Lucas and the guards give chase, only to be ambushed by a much larger number of the Sons of the Harpy.
Brutal fighting ensues throughout the streets of Meereen, with Lucas among the ambushed. He manages to kill many attackers but sustains injuries, including a slash to his leg and a stab wound to his side. He swiftly pulls a dagger out of his own chest and stabs a foe in the throat with it, and keeps fighting, though his wounds slow him down considerably.
The Sons of the Harpy have meticulously planned their attacks, employing guerilla warfare tactics and ambushing the city-guards. As Lucas's men fall and their numbers dwindle, the city bells ring, signaling an attack.
Just as the Sons of the Harpy are about to kill Lucas in the burning alleyway, Mossador arrives and saves him from certain death by drawing their attention. Mossador, displaying his Unsullied training, takes on five Sons of the Harpy, killing four of them. However, he is fatally stabbed in the belly by the fifth attacker.
As the attacker prepares to cut Mossador's throat, Lucas intervenes, thrusting his sword into the attacker's back, killing him. Lucas then staggers over to the dying Unsullied warrior before collapsing from his own wounds.
The public execution had incited the Sons of the Harpy, who retaliated by mobilizing in full force. During this time, Anakin had been missing for months, and a united assault was being planned.
The scheme of the Sons of the Harpy was uncovered too late, as they were suddenly ambushed. In a desperate attempt to regain control, Qezza rallied the remaining soldiers and City-Watch, forming a united front against the raging chaos caused by the insurgents.
At the Great Pyramid, a large group of troops assembled to protect the massive flag of House Targaryen, which displayed a red, three-headed dragon. Other soldiers strategically held important locations like the docks and city banks. In the midst of chaos, the citizens of Meereen showed their unwavering determination to defend the city, even without their king present.
Along his journey, Anakin was in a hurry. He couldn't shake off the feeling of the dark side's presence lurking around, and he was on high alert, anticipating an ambush of sorts during their travels.
Little did he know, upon arriving at their destination, Meereen, was already under attack. Thick smoke fills the air, seen by him and his army from outside the city's walls. The sounds of bells ringing and the fiery sight of Meereen ignite a surge of anger within him, but he manages to quell it before the voice in his head can torment him once more.
Over the course of his months-long journey across Slaver's Bay, he has been compelled to practice restraint, and more significantly, to control his emotions, finding a balance within himself before making crucial decisions.
Astapor served as a stark reminder of the consequences when Anakin acts impulsively. He spent months in Yunkai, determined not to repeat his mistake.
Anakin was cautious about leaving his allies in Meereen with the remaining Great Masters, despite his brutal display of power by crucifying 163 of them. He didn't trust them, which is why he sent Lucas back early with the five-hundred Meereenese soldiers, hoping he could maintain some sense of peace.
In the back of his mind, Anakin also harbors doubts about Hizdahr and Daario, despite the latters assistance in conquering Yunkai. He is uncertain whether they can successfully collaborate and implement his plans in the city.
Snapping back to the situation at hand, in haste, just beyond the gates, Anakin and Grey-Worm assemble the Unsullied officers and their battalions.
Following his disclosure of information regarding the assault on the city, Anakin goes on to outline the plan for defending it. To complete their objective, they must form several groups, each commanded by a designated officer, and protect important locations like the Great Pyramid, the harbors, and the treasure chambers.
While Missandei, and numerous other non-combatants stay back, Anakin takes charge and leads 10,000 Unsullied warriors through the city gates, strategically breaking into smaller groups in order to recapture the city.
The citizens of Meereen watch as their monarch and his newly arrived troops march through the narrow streets, relief erupts among them at the smooth and successful progress of the assault on the cowards hiding behind golden masks.
Anakin's exceptional leadership skills and unmatched battle abilities deeply impressed the Unsullied, making him stand out as a remarkable king in their eyes. Having personally seen it, they were all amazed by his powers in the Force when he effortlessly raised the Good Masters off the ground and ordered them to brutally kill the slavers. The majority of the Unsullied were convinced to obey his commands right then and there. However, it wasn't until they witnessed his prowess in battle that they truly grasped the full extent of his might, and only then did they comprehend the reason behind the citizens of Meereen's jubilant cheers as they marched through the streets.
Following the death of Mossador, and Lucas being incapacitated, Qezza zo Galare and the priestesses were the only figure of authority left in the city. This created the perfect opportunity to subjugate those who remained loyal to the king.
The guerrilla fighters used their usual methods cleverly to achieve initial success in their swift and forceful attack. Coming out of their surprise attacks, the Sons of the Harpy proceeded to launch direct assaults on vital structures through direct combat.
Amidst the Sons launching their attack, they were caught off guard by the sudden appearance of an enormous army marching through the city gates. As they bore witness to Anakin's arrival accompanied by a mighty army of Unsullied, they knew they had lost.
Their demise was inevitable, as they were unable to stand a chance against the Unsullied in open battle. The enemy forces were overwhelmingly superior, leaving them no chance of survival.
296 AC - In Meereen:
A year after the unsuccessful attack by the Sons of the Harpy and the death of Mossador, as the King of Meereen and Yunkai, Anakin embarked on a mission to reshape the cities under his rule.
His efforts to abolish slavery in the region have also gained him a strong and just reputation. However, despite having the power to send out the Unsullied and eliminate the remaining Sons of the Harpy, he was unsure if it would be enough to defeat the current opposition in the region.
With a truce established among Volantis, Qarth, Mantarys, Tolos, and even Astapor - now led by the former Wise Masters from Yunkai - Anakin saw an opportunity to enact his visionary plans for Meereen.
When he first ascended to the throne, he faced the challenge of understanding the societal structure, technological limitations, and prevailing beliefs of the city. This understanding was crucial in order to introduce new machinery without causing disruption or rejection.
Anakin began by implementing simpler tools that aligned with the lifestyle of the people, including basic mechanical devices such as water wheels for milling, irrigation systems, and improved metallurgical techniques for crafting tools and weapons. These advancements led to the advancements in weaponry, with the development of more efficient black powder for explosives and stronger armor.
He has implemented vast changes to both the city and its army. These include new naval vessels that were constructed according to Anakin's design, massive in size, made out of welded steel, and propelled with steam engines instead of traditional sails.
In the heart of Meereen, he envisioned a city that would rival the grandeur of any in the known world. Towering edifices would pierce the sky, casting impressive shadows across bustling streets. A comprehensive network of roadways would weave through the city like veins, connecting districts and facilitating trade and travel, both through land and sea.
But such ambitious transformations required more than just architectural vision - they demanded security and stability. He knew that he could not achieve his dreams for Meereen without establishing a safe environment for its inhabitants. Thus, with the backing of the Unsullied and the City-Watch, Anakin set out to enforce law and order throughout the city.
Under his rule, Meereen underwent a profound transformation. Construction crews worked tirelessly to erect monumental structures, factories, manufacturing plants, and newly irrigated farmlands, all creating a surplus of work and food.
New farming practices have revolutionized agriculture, enhancing productivity, sustainability, and efficiency. Innovative techniques have transformed the industry, including: Hydroponics: Growing plants in nutrient-rich water solutions, maximizing nutrient absorption and reducing soil dependence. Vertical farming: Cultivating crops in stacked layers, optimizing space and providing controlled environments for optimal growth. And drip irrigation: adding water directly to plant roots, minimizing water wastage and evaporation, and improving water efficiency.
Anakin also introduced advanced construction techniques using heavy steel framing to rebuild and reinforce old structures. Roads were widened and paved with durable materials, and traditional bridges replaced with efficient, futuristic designs. The city layout was redesigned for optimal functionality. Green spaces and parks would be incorporated into the cityscape, creating a balance of nature. He installed large power stations and factories that burned oil, coal, and natural gas. As the fuel burns the heat energy is used to heat water, as it is heated it produces steam which in turn rises and drives a turbine, providing reliable power to the city. Old-fashioned lanterns were replaced with efficient lighting systems, and newly constructed homes are built and equipped with energy-efficient appliances.
Skilled artisans and architects from across Essos were hired to lend their expertise, bringing Anakin's designs to life with remarkable precision.
Healthcare and education advancements were pursued for the city's inhabitants. Through his collaboration with the Blue Graces in the Temple of Graces, they implemented a new medical system. With their assistance, they introduced a comprehensive range of vaccines, antibiotics, antiseptics, and an anesthetic superior to the traditional 'milk of the poppy.'
Education flourished in Meereen. Schools were built and embraced interactive learning, fostering a new generation of literacy and knowledge. Students eagerly absorbed lessons through engaging and accessible teaching methods.
Amidst this flurry of activity, the Unsullied patrolled the streets with unmatched discipline, ensuring that peace prevailed even as change swept through the city. The City-Watch, comprising locals (many ex-slaves) loyal to their king's cause, stood as guardians of Meereen's newfound prosperity, deterring crime and maintaining order in every quarter. The truce with the slaver-cities proved instrumental in paving the way for unprecedented growth and prosperity.
Meanwhile, Hizdahr diligently carried out his responsibilities in Yunkai, earning Anakin's approval. In turn he allowed Hizdahr to return back to Meereen, while Lucas was sent the other way and tasked with overseeing Yunkai, aided by Daario Naharis.
Traveling back and forth between the cities during the past year, Anakin noted that Yunkai's progress lagged slightly behind Meereen, but overall, both cities prospered. The idea of a faster mode of land transportation began to take shape in his mind, inspired by his travels, although he knew that would be a more long-term project.
Anakin appointed Lucas as his regent in Yunkai, a well-deserved reward for the steadfast loyalty the man had shown him since the beginning of their campaign. He deeply valued Lucas's unwavering commitment, which he had witnessed time and again, and felt compelled to repay it with this significant honor. Lucas, having found a new sense of self-reliance within the context of Anakin's campaign, accepted the position with grace and pledged his continued loyalty.
Once haunted by his past as a slave, Lucas was a brooding and troubled soul. But after being freed, he embarked on a journey of self-discovery, confronting his demons and seeking purpose. This transformation brought about a newfound introspective quality, and though he remained stoic, glimmers of vulnerability and empathy began to shine through, particularly in his interactions with Anakin and other allies. His demeanor softened, revealing pockets of humor and camaraderie as he rediscovered a sense of purpose and opened up to those around him. His newfound hope and resilience stemmed from his resolve to move beyond his past, forging a brighter future. Through it all, Lucas remained Anakin's closest confidant, and in many ways, his best friend.
As the year flew by, Meereen began to reflect Anakin's vision - a vibrant metropolis where tradition met innovation, and the echoes of a tumultuous past gave way to a promising future. The people of Meereen looked to their young king with hope and admiration, believing in his commitment to their city's prosperity.
While modernizing the city, he also preserved its cultural heritage. Historical landmarks that held significance to its people would be restored and protected, and museums would showcase the city's past. At the same time, he'd encourage innovation and creativity, fostering a renaissance of sorts.
Within the isolated confines of the Great Pyramid's chambers, Anakin has immersed himself in an ambitious project, devoting three arduous months to its creation. Surrounded by scattered blueprints and tools, he toiled tirelessly, his mind consumed by the challenge at hand.
The ceaseless solitude was interrupted by a gentle knock echoing through the door. As the heavy doors creaked open, Qezza, radiant as ever, entered the chamber, bearing a tray of food. Concern etched across her features, she couldn't hide her apprehension for the King's prolonged seclusion.
"Anakin," she began softly, setting down the tray, "Goodness this place is a mess. How long have you been in here? Your absence at court has been noted. Everything alright?"
Compliments for his exemplary reign as king flowed from her lips, yet they seemed to wash over the preoccupied monarch. He acknowledged her words with a distracted nod, his focus unwavering on the task before him.
Qezza, undeterred by his apparent detachment, ventured closer, her curiosity piqued. "So, what is it you're working on now? Oooh, is it that metal hand thing you showed me last time?" she inquired, her gaze lingering on the scattered parts and designs on his desk.
Anakin corrected her, "Not working. Fixing."
Qezza, not grasping his meaning, questioned, "What's the difference?"
He explained, "To work is to build, labor… create," his voice deepening, drawing her attention. "To fix is simply adding to what already works. Life seems so much simpler when you're just fixing things."
Anakin always found solace and purpose in this hobby, a passion that burned within him like a beacon. It was like a distraction from the harsh realities of his world.
Qezza, left pondering his words, recognized his exceptional ingenuity. But it was his selflessness, his desire to mend and improve, that truly distinguished him to her.
His compassion radiated from him like warmth. Qezza had seen him with others, witnessed the genuine care he held for their well-being. He was always offering a helping hand, a word of encouragement, never seeking recognition, only striving to make a difference. Despite his influence and accomplishments, he remained approachable, ears always open, valuing everyone's perspective. He celebrated the success of others, placing their well-being above his own.
She saw in him a relentless desire to fix, to mend, a tendency he applied to everyone and everything, except himself. Qezza knew he longed to be reunited with his family, a fact that softened her heart to him. She admired his commitment as king. This unwavering commitment, this desire to make the world a better place, drew her to him. He led with a heart full of generosity, a genuine desire to serve, inspiring her to strive for more than personal success, urging her to make a meaningful difference in the world.
It was in this moment, watching Anakin enthralled in his work, that Qezza realized she loved him. In her eyes, he was not just a king, not just a leader, but a beacon of compassion that illuminated the world around him, just like his creations.
With an air of excitement, Anakin turned towards her, his eyes alight with anticipation. He unveiled his creation - a small metallic sphere, and on it was a dim red light, its soft glow illuminating the shadowy chamber.
"Pretty isn't it," Anakin remarks, manipulating a dial that intensifies the radiance emitted by the light, illuminating his workstation.
Qezza's gaze followed his lips as he explained what he fixed. Uninterested as ever, she glazed over his words, her comprehension veiled behind his voice, which still held her rapt attention despite her lack of understanding.
In that moment, she felt an overwhelming surge of affection. Without thinking, she leaned in and planted a quick, gentle kiss on his lips. Startled, Anakin turned to her, his eyes wide with surprise. Qezza's heart sank as she realized her impulsive action. The silence stretched between them, heavy with unspoken questions.
"I… I'm sorry," she stammered, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "I didn't mean to-"
Despite their years together, Anakin's perception of Qezza's feelings were never sharp. However, he viewed her as more than a friend, a wise friend who was a more capable leader than she gave herself credit for.
Guided by a memory from his youth, his mentor, Ser Willem Darry, had once advised him that to reclaim Westeros, he may have to marry a stranger, the daughter of some noble lord no doubt. These conversations with the wise old knight shaped Anakin's understanding of the world and its realities.
Torn between reclaiming his lost kingdom and ruling his current one, Anakin's thoughts wandered. His primary objective remained finding his kin, Daenerys and Viserys. Assuming they had escaped the clutches of the pirates the day he was taken, he reasoned that they would still be in the Free Cities, seeking refuge and support.
While brandishing the Targaryen banner and declaring himself 'King of the Andals and the First Men' carried its risks, it also presented an advantage. By divulging his identity openly, he increased the likelihood of locating his family with greater alacrity. With any luck they would find him, before he did them.
Listening to Qezza's stammering, Anakin's expression softened, and he chuckled softly. "It's okay," he reassured her, though a hint of curiosity gleamed in his eyes. "No need to apologize."
Qezza's shoulders relaxed slightly, relieved by his understanding. "I don't know what came over me," she admitted, a nervous laugh escaping her lips.
Deep within his brooding exterior, Anakin couldn't conceal a flicker of amusement. His Targaryen lineage pulsed through his veins, awakening a newfound vanity. While appearances had previously held little sway, he'd become acutely aware of feminine gazes locking onto him over the past two years. Initially, he'd attributed it to his royal status.
However, Missandei had shattered that illusion, bluntly relaying the whispers of others in the pyramid: "they find you exceptionally comely," she once told him.
Now, at an imposing 6 foot 2, Anakin possesses a sculpted physique honed by athleticism. His silver-blond hair, styled in soft, curling waves rests comfortably at a medium length. His piercing purple eyes mirror both intensity and vulnerability conveying a depth of character. Anakin's strong visage boasts an angular jawline, well-defined cheekbones, and a straight nose. His facial features combine to create a striking and undeniably handsome appearance. (Hayden Christensen)
Anakin smiled warmly. "Maybe it's just the night," he said, his voice soft. "It feels… rather peaceful, doesn't it?"
Walking over to his lofty balcony, his gaze sweeps over the city's illuminated tapestry, where the warm desert whispers add serenity to the tranquil scene.
Qezza nodded, grateful for the change of topic. "Yes, it does," she replied, meeting his gaze.
Feeling an awkward tension, she deftly redirected the conversation to the city's progress. "The Unsullied have been instrumental in advancing our initiatives. Oh, and Missandei is just a pleasure," she remarked, her voice calm and composed despite the lingering undercurrents of emotion.
Anakin nodded, grateful for the shift in focus. "Yes, their dedication is… commendable," he replied, a sense of relief washing over him as they discussed matters of state.
Their words mingled, creating a moment of shared appreciation for each other. In that dimly lit chamber, Anakin and Qezza found solace in each other's company - a fleeting respite from the complexities of their roles and the allure of their unexpected connection.
The next morning dawned, a cascade of sunlight streaming through the balcony of the king's chambers, illuminating the clutter that seemed to perpetually engulf the space.
Anakin, still nestled amidst the chaos of his work, sat hunched over a desk strewn with a wide-ranging array of papers, circuitry, and half-disassembled devices. His expression was one of focused concentration, his eye trained through a monocle that hovered precariously over one brow.
As he adjusted the monocle, attempting to bring a clearer focus to the sea of disarray before him, a sharp knock reverberated through the room, shattering his solitude. Anakin's hand paused mid-reach, the scattered papers momentarily forgotten as he straightened in his chair. With a swift, almost frantic movement, he began hastily organizing the mess into a semblance of order.
Qezza's voice echoed faintly in his mind - a reminder of her admonishment about the state of his quarters. He winced at the memory of her disapproving gaze and the subtle shake of her head. It was a rebuke he had encountered more than once, and one that only fueled his determination to keep his mind focused on his work, if not his surroundings.
Before he could fully restore order to his desk, the heavy wooden door swung open, admitting Grey-Worm flanked by two stern-faced Unsullied commanders.
Anakin glanced up, his features momentarily betraying surprise at the unexpected entrance. "Yes?" he demanded, his voice cutting through the air like a blade.
Grey-Worm stepped forward with the practiced precision of a soldier, his demeanor respectful and forward. "Your Grace," he began, "We have apprehended a small band of Dothraki Riders within the city."
The Targaryen's interest was piqued. The Dothraki - a nomadic people whose reputation for fierce independence and mastery of the plains preceded them - were an unexpected presence in the heart of his burgeoning empire.
"Why did you arrest them," Anakin inquired, his mind racing with possibilities.
"They were attempting to peddle slaves," Grey-Worm continued, his tone betraying a mix of disdain and professional efficiency.
The King's brow furrowed slightly at the revelation. The news of his abolition of slavery hadn't reached every corner of Essos, it seemed. Whether ignorance or disbelief, it mattered little.
Economic reforms had transformed Meereen into a thriving hub of trade, particularly in pharmaceuticals. His success in establishing the production and export of essential medicines, such as penicillin, aspirin, morphine, and insulin, had made the city a global supplier. Meereen's pharmaceuticals were in high demand across the known world, a testament to Anakin's efficient management and the region's innovation.
Although Volantis and Astapor, the slave-cities, possessed the capability to establish a naval blockade around Meereen in Slaver's Bay, they chose not to, likely because of their medical exports.
In Anakin's eyes the Dothraki had traded in human lives for millennia, making them no different from the slavers he had vanquished. He knew their fractured society was ruled by the strongest Khals, each leading their own Khalasars, numbering in the thousands. This presented him with a potent opportunity: to reaffirm his dominion and his stance against slavery.
"Bring them before me," Anakin commanded, his voice firm and decisive. "I wish to see these Dothraki for myself."
Grey-Worm nodded curtly, a gesture mirrored by the Unsullied commanders by his side. Without another word, they turned on their heels and departed, leaving Anakin once again immersed in the remnants of his chaotic workspace.
But now, there was a spark of anticipation in his eyes - a hunger for knowledge and power that burned bright within him. A game was afoot, and he was prepared to play.
The atmosphere inside the grand audience chamber was thick with tension, a stark contrast to the majestic opulence of its decor. Anakin, seated on the ebony bench-throne, exuded an air of stoic command as he observed the procession of shackled Dothraki warriors being led before him by the imposing Unsullied guards.
The six Dothraki men, bound and defiant, met the King of Meereen's gaze with fierce, unyielding eyes. Their leader, Aggo, a veteran rider of Khal Moro's Khalasar, radiated raw aggression as he bristled against the indignity of captivity.
The air crackled with tension, filled with unspoken words, until the silence was broken by the sound of metal scraping against stone as Aggo attempted to speak, only to be forced to his knees by an Unsullied guard.
Standing regally beside Anakin, her presence a bastion of calm amidst the brewing storm, was Missandei. Her voice rang out clear and commanding, introducing the king with a recitation of his titles that echoed through the chamber with the weight of authority.
Anakin's eyes narrowed slightly as Aggo unleashed a torrent of furious words in Dothraki that reverberated through the chamber. The Dothraki warrior's words carried the weight of defiance, a brazen disregard for the laws and values that Anakin had painstakingly established within his domain.
His commitment to peace, justice, and freedom clashed starkly against the Dothraki's uncompromising adherence to their own customs and traditions. Yet, beneath his outward calm, a tempest of conflicting emotions roiled within.
Missandei, standing beside Anakin with unwavering poise, observed the exchange with a measured gaze. She understood the gravity of this confrontation - the delicate balance between diplomacy and strength that her king now navigated.
Aggo's voice rose, his words biting like a whip. "We come to trade as we have always done," he proclaimed in Dothrak, his eyes blazing with fierce pride. "Your laws mean nothing to us, 'king'. The spoils of our conquests are ours to sell to whomever may buy."
Anakin's jaw clenched imperceptibly, a ripple of tension coursing through his frame. He struggled to maintain his composure, to temper the rising tide of anger that threatened to overwhelm him. The abolition of slavery had been a cornerstone of his rule - a symbol of progress and redemption in a region scarred by oppression.
"My decree stands. You will sell no slaves from Mantarys to Astapor," the Targaryen replied in the Dothraki tongue, his voice measured but edged with steel.
Aggo's eyes narrowed, his features contorting with disdain. "Your decree means nothing to us, soft ruler of stone walls," he spat, the words dripping with contempt. "We answer only to Khal Moro."
Anakin's hands tightened into fists, his knuckles whitening. He fought to maintain control, to resist the impulse to unleash the full extent of his power.
His response was swift and chilling, his voice cutting through the charged air like a razor. "You will answer to me," he declared, his tone steely and uncompromising. His words carried a weighty undertone - a promise of consequence that resonated with the power of the Force itself.
With a gesture that seemed almost casual, Anakin reached out with the invisible hand of his will, his connection to the Force manifesting in a chilling display. The very air seemed to thicken as he focused his energy on one of the captive Dothraki, his eyes narrowing with intensity. The unfortunate warrior gasped, clutching at his throat as an unseen force constricted around him.
A sudden, sickening crack reverberated through the chamber, a stern warning of the consequences of defiance in the face of Anakin Targaryen. The remaining Dothraki watched in stunned horror as their comrade fell lifeless to the ground, the weight of Anakin's power hanging heavy in the air. Fear permeated the room, tangible and suffocating.
Then, with a simple wave of his hand, Anakin released the surviving warriors from their bonds, his eyes never leaving theirs.
"Leave. And you can tell Khal Moro to go fuck himself," he commanded, his voice laced with a cold finality.
In that charged moment, the chamber seemed to hold its breath. He knew what had to be done to enforce the laws that safeguarded the vulnerable. Missandei's presence at his side was a steadying force - a reminder of the moral imperative that guided his actions. They shared the comprehension that strength is the sole arbiter of respect among the nomadic people.
The Dothraki men needed no further prompting. They stumbled backward, the clanking of chains echoing like a lament as they hurriedly retreated, vanishing outside the audience chamber like ghosts haunted by their brush with death.
Anakin remained seated, his expression unreadable, as the echoes of their departure reverberated in the silence of the chamber. The message was clear - a line had been drawn, and the consequences of crossing it had been made brutally evident.
297 AC - King's Landing:
King's Landing is both a city and a curse. Aegon the Conqueror was the first king to land there. His first conquest, a tiny village at the mouth of the Blackwater River, where he raised a wooden fort.
When it became clear that Aegon would earn his title, people flocked to the fort and renamed it 'King's Landing' in his honor. The ploy succeeded, and Aegon chose King's Landing for his capital over older and more beautiful cities like Oldtown and anywhere else.
The currying of royal favor thus became the foundation of the city, and blood its bricks. Maegor the Cruel, Aegon's son, completed the city's famous Red Keep to hold the trappings of power: the royal family, the Kingsguard, and the Iron Throne.
To maintain the new castle's secrets, Maegor murdered all its masons and craftsmen at a feast, which he catered with the new castle servants, who soon found all its secrets for himself.
When the Faith Militant challenged his rule, Maegor razed their Sept of Remembrance to the ground with them inside at prayer and erected the Dragonpit on the ashes. But the great dragons it housed were attacked by the very lowborn people they were meant to terrify.
Thousands of people died in the attempt, but hundreds of thousands lived in King's Landing, and now the only dragons in the city are golden.
Like most kings, Aegon and Maegor missed a central truth – that a king lands is less important than what he lands on. The people, who will never visit his Red Keep, or his Dragonpit, or any of his noble monuments to nobility, because they're too busy holding up his realm.
Without the slums of Flea Bottom and the poor and desperate folk it produces, who would fight the king's wars and cook the king's meals and admire him as he rode past at speed?
Without its winding dark alleys and pot-shops, where would the Red Keep empty its sewage? Of all kinds.
Without the Street of Flour, the king would have no bread.
Without the Street of Steel, the king's armies would have no swords, armor, or victories. Without the Street of Looms, the king would go naked, and without the Street of Silk, he wouldn't enjoy it.
Without the Street of Sisters, the king would have no humility; it leads from the ruin of the Dragonpit to the ruin of the Great Sept of Baelor, where the Targaryens and Baratheons buried their kings until Cersei Lannister would unburied them.
Now those kings are ashes, scattered on the wind, and nobody marked where they landed. A palace without people is a tomb. A realm without people is scenery.
At present, a rare council meeting of the small council in King's Landing has begun, with King Robert Baratheon in attendance, a rarity in the past two decades.
In the small council are: The Hand of the King: Lord Jon Arryn, Defender of the Vale and Warden of the East. Appointed to the position when Robert ascended to the throne, and retained it for Robert's subsequent reign. Grand Maester: Pycelle. Master of Coin: Lord Petyr Baelish, known as 'Littlefinger'. Master of Whisperers: Lord Varys, known as 'the Spider'. Master of Laws: Lord Renly Baratheon, Lord of Storm's End and Lord Paramount of the Stormlands, and lastly, the Master of Ships: Lord Stannis Baratheon, Lord of Dragonstone.
"Dammit all! I warned you Jon! We should've killed those bastards while they were still sucking from the teet of some wet-nurse!" The furious King's voice boomed out at his Hand. His hatred for anything Targaryen had only grown since overthrowing the Mad King.
"Are we certain of these rumors?" Jon Arryn asked the Master of Whispers, seeking confirmation of Varys' claims.
"I'm afraid so, my lord-hand. This Anakin Targaryen is no doubt who he claims to be, he fits the description of a typical Targaryen, he fits the age range, he bares their sigil and now he rules over two of the largests cities in Slaver's Bay," confirmed Varys.
"Conquered? With what? He's just a boy, how could a boy conquer such a place?" Renly protested, refusing to accept the idea that a mere boy could overthrow a centuries-old system.
"He was underestimated, no doubt left to grow in power right under the noses of his enemies," Stannis, the more dominant and war-minded sibling, dismissed Renly's naivety.
Lord Varys reveals that there are conflicting opinions regarding the methods used by the Targaryen to gain control over the hearts and minds of the people of Meereen. While some credit a convincing charm, others claim he employed sinister tactics.
Despite these differing views, Varys notes, "Regardless of the alleged approach, he currently commands an impressive army of some 40,000 men from across Slaver's Bay, including the Unsullied. Not to mention he has also managed to seize the city's naval fleet, in fact, there are even whispers about his efforts to reconstruct said fleet."
"But we know nothing for certain? His goals? Lord Varys wh-" Jon Arryn began, before being cut off by King Robert's outburst.
"The hell does it matter what his goals are! He's a Targaryen, the last remaining heir to that dynasty's claim to the throne and you want to know what his 'goals' are! I want him dead!" he declared.
"Unfortunately, our spy, Ser Jorah Mormont, is following a lead on the other Targaryen heirs. It may be some time before anyone in our influence can find their way to Meereen," Lord Varys reported.
Littlefinger interjected, "There's a possibility that we won't need to dispatch anyone." He went on to explain that he had received information from a reliable source about the state of affairs in Slaver's Bay.
Apparently, there were rumors circulating that the Targaryen had declared slavery a crime in Meereen, a decision that could have disastrous consequences for the region's economy. While the validity of this information was still uncertain, it was confirmed that the Targaryen had violently executed many of the city's noble leaders in his quest for power.
Robert impatiently interrupted, demanding Littlefinger's point. "My point," Littlefinger asserted, "Is that the region will not be pleased with his rule. No doubt his armies will soon be spread thin."
But Robert was adamant, "Regardless, I want him dealt with! Lord Varys, get on it!" he barked orders before hastily downing his wine and storming out of the room.
'Events are unfolding sooner than expected,' Lord Varys silently mused to himself.