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Rya was explaining – demanding – why she should be allowed to meet the ‘Dragon Queen’ and expose her as the imposter she was. Huy was wondering why he had ever pulled her out of the ocean. It was simple of course, he was not as cold and ruthless as he was reputed to be. Today he wished he was as ruthless as he pretended.
Rya annoyed him, he had thought the Faceless Men were formed to punish Slavers in Old Valyria, yet Rya supported slavery while claiming to be a Faceless Man. Had aided him in aiding the Slave Masters to reintroduce slavery to The Bay of Dragons. Do Faceless Men brag or announce they are Faceless Men?
The Bay of Dragons. It sounded exciting, Huy had originally planned to tour this bay to see what the Mother of Dragons had achieved, but there was no Dragon Queen when he entered the bay and the ousted Slave Masters offered him entertainment in the form of conquest. He had enjoyed the endeavour while it lasted but now he was stuck here ruling a city he had no love for. Perhaps that is why the Mother of Dragons had left, boredom and irritation.
She had left too early, for the region. Her new regime was too new the old regime was too fresh in men’s heads and they sank back into it. Without Dragons the Slave Masters had grown bold and the ‘protectors’ had grown complacent. The new was too recent, its foundations had not set properly. As Rya prattled, he was sure if he listened to her words they would have some weight and meaning to him but he was tired of this strange woman, Huy dreamed of home.
Home was further east and his culture which seemed so similar on the surface was very different underneath. Maybe it wasn’t so different; for him and his household it was. Huy’s eyes shifted boredly to a woman standing to the side with an urn of refreshments. How long did she stand around waiting for someone to be thirsty? Slaves here wasted so much time in their days, not because they were lazy but because their masters were privileged, with no patience.
He contemplated sending the slave away so she could do whatever slaves did when not needed, but thought some higher level slave would probably punish her. Huy did not want that so he left her to waste her time.
“It would take only a moment and I will prove she is not who she says.” Arya wanted to disprove this fraud, to honour Jon’s pain. Absently she wondered if he had lived if Jon would be over the false pain of his loss of Daenerys.
“I am no longer convinced you are who you say you are, Rya. I will not insult her by parading her before you so you can feel vindicated.” Huy exhaled heavily.
“I have done nothing to indicate my claims are false about myself.” She was the most honest person this man had probably ever met, he should recall she was a Stark and they were honourable and honesty personified.
Daenerys jumped as Aegon burst out with a bark of laughter, even Lyancy hiccupped in surprise. “Sorry, Princess.” Jon rubbed circles on the infant’s tummy to soothe her back to calm. He cast an eye over the newborn Crown Prince Aemon as he blinked and yawned at his father’s laugh.
“What was that?” The Queen asked her husband, he was still slowly processing the long line of the Night King’s army so was not prone to times of levity, mostly he shook his head at the waste of people’s time their raising had been. Often he lamented the time they could have been at peace but were forced to wander around north of The Wall when they should have been resting for their next life. Currently Death was annoyed, well he seemed to find something funny.
“Arya is being silly. Isn’t she? Thinking she is honourable when she broke her words and oaths to me.” Lyancy giggled as Aegon tickled her tummy.
“How does she think anything when no one remembers her?” It had been her punishment.
“Different, and strangely worse Arya.” Aegon shook his head at the Stark siblings in that world, he had to admit when he was young he did come up with interesting solutions to things. He might need go talk to the tiny version of himself and tell him he was on the case and to just enjoy growing up.
Daenerys took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, as she had once been Death’s Angel she understood there were many worlds and many versions of many of her friends and enemies, some who would never have the peace of the knowledge she had. Right now she had to concentrate on her life, and the travel arrangements they were required to make to visit Winterfell and attend Lord Robb (Rhyzard) Stark’s wedding to Lady Margery Tyrell. Robb had convinced the former queen she was still as beautiful as her House’s emblem.
Love had grown between the two ex-royals whom both seemingly returned from the dead after Sansa had discovered Margery in the Dreadfort and moved her to Winterfell while she renovated her new castle. Daenerys was sure Aegon had meddled in his brother’s life but he said he had no power even as Death, over a mortal heart. To convince her he said it was likely Lyancy was the Goddess of Love, more than him making Robb love Margery. Lyancy was no Goddess, so Robb and Margery’s love must be organic.
“How could this Arya be worse?” Daenerys thought theirs had committed the ultimate sin by breaking her word. What could be worse?
“She aids slavers.”
“No.” Daenerys said shocked. Aegon only nodded with a grimace.
Lyancy could not believe this strange world, well land, where the sun shone so bright and warm that you wanted to run around naked. She couldn’t because she was a princess, so Wylla said when Lyancy had tried to take all her clothes off in the heat. She had to set an example, whatever that was for all the other girls. What other girls?
To show her Wylla allowed her to stick her head out the door to see other little girls, all had dark hair and dark skin and soft, thin clothes on and Wylla said she could wear clothes like theirs. Lyancy didn’t just wish to wear clothes like these little girls, she wanted to play with them. It had been a long time since there were people her size around her to play with. So the little princess started to plan how to make friends with these little girls.
Daenerys noticed Lyancy and Obly were often in vigorous discussion, her little girl was planning something big, she hoped it was about Rafe and Hybri and not Geron and Evelyn, or anything else except Geron Gold and his love life. Daenerys had noticed the knight and his demeanour had been dulling over this trip and it usually was after some interaction with Evelyn.
She had also noticed how lost the priestess was becoming as the knight suffered. Daenerys did not know the specifics but she knew Geron’s pain came from Evelyn and Evelyn would fix it if only she knew what it was. Daenerys guessed the seed of all this was Lyancy and her match making, somehow she had zeroed in on a match that was maybe as destined as Jon and herself, but Lyancy’s attempts to ‘help’ it may have hindered it instead. Shame, now Evelyn was no rival, Daenerys really did hope Lyancy succeeded with this match, for she adored the participants.
“Did you require something, my queen?” Geron asked Daenerys, her expression turned curious. “You were gazing at me, I thought you may require something of me.” Daenerys smiled at the man who was so devoted to her husband and therefore herself. She wished to know more of him so she used a strange tact.
“Aemon is restless.” She placed a hand on her son. “Aemon loves tales and I was never told many tales as a child, do you have any? I know you helped Jon calm Lyancy to sleep on your journey to The Fortress.” None of this was a lie, Aemon was restless and the little prince loved tales and his mother knew few to tell him.
Geron squinted, was this a ploy? He shook the thought out of his head, Daenerys did not do ploys. “Let me think.” His queen just nodded to agree to wait. Geron went over many tales in his head but most involved some reference to a particular character he did not wish to mention. He frowned at how many of his tales came to her, even if they did not include her at all, they all made him think of her.
Daenerys saw something awful was happening in Geron’s mind by the frown on his face and the other contortions of his facial muscles. Whatever haunted his soul was deeply ingrained, she did not wish to torture him. “Perhaps you could simply tell us why you chose to swear to Jon. He was no one in the world, especially Essos where you grew up.”
Geron looked to Lyancy and her scheming. “You know how our princess seems to think Jon is some god.”
“Yes,” Daenerys smiled, “War.”
“What if I told you she is not far off.” When Daenerys raised an eyebrow at his words he knew it would take explanation. “Jon is not a god, of course.” Her brow lowered but she still looked curious. “Here.”
“Here?” This was bound to be interesting as tales go.
“This world, this existence. Lyancy is not far off because there are many different worlds with many different versions of all the people we know and love … and hate. Worlds where people we hate are loved by us even. Worlds where Jon found a way for you to be together and reign over Westeros without you burning Kings Landing or him stabbing you.
“There are worlds where The Old Gods walk the world, because Jon loved you, and lived a mortal life to love his mortal girl. In that world he is trying to bring peace and redeem his Enemy, and he keeps returning to do that.”
“The Night King?” Daenerys was a bit proud she was taking Geron’s insane tale so well.
“No, the Night King is only her commander, he hunts the Night King, because of you.”
“Me?”
“Not you, but an incarnation, the High Queen of Winter. During the First Long Night, War stayed out of it, as Gods and supernatural powers were to stay off the field, but the Night King killed the High Queen, War’s mortal girl, his last hero. When the Night King realised he fled and so the Dawn came but we all knew as War howled in rage at her destruction that the Night King would not be forgiven; that we must all return by Death’s bidding to avenge his wife’s death and end the Night King’s existence.
“So when The Night King roused the Universe set us to be born, all who served before and vowed to serve again. All men must serve and all men must die. The men of Death and War however get to serve and die many times, and we do it with honour and pride. Jon is not War, but in some world through the shadow that divides the worlds, an incarnation of him is. In every world that I draw breath I am his War Lion as I was in the first world, whether he is just a man – as he is here - or an Old God.”
Daenerys sat dumbfounded, that had to be a child’s tale, it could not be true, she was not a reincarnation of the High Queen, yet the doll in the High Queen’s likeness could be a doll of the Dragon Queen with different colours. Aemon was calm, and Daenerys thought why shouldn’t he be, Geron just told the foetus his father was a God. “Really?”
“Or Arthur caught me early and he has been sworn to Jon since your husband’s birth. Whichever is easier to swallow or accept.” Geron winked at her and smiled.
“The latter is easier but I am not sure it is the true answer.” Daenerys admitted to the knight.
“Well, the latter is true. Arthur did find me at age five and take me as his page.” Geron smiled to reassure the queen, the world was not larger than she was prepared to deal with right now. His queen already had a problem to deal with she did not need to be contemplating the fabric of the Universe too.
Huy had a calming chat with his wife, his First Wife, Ashmara, after having to deal with Rya of the Shifting Faces. They spoke of their first impressions of Daenerys Stormborn and her troupe.
“One of those men with her must be the husband.”
“Obviously not the elder knight.” Ashmara stated the obvious, she thought she could guess which of the younger three men it had been, she also thought Huy guessed the same. “One of the younger three.”
“The dark-haired man.” It had been he who broke ranks to counsel the Dragon Queen and his words had quietened her rage.
“Death is dark.”
“He is neither Death nor War.” Huy exhaled sharply.
Ashmara unlike his other wives did not accept his tone of derision and her face said he had better apologise. “Huy.”
“He is not. Daenerys did not travel to Westeros and marry an Old God.”
“As they reside in Westeros, that is where she would need go.” Ashmara was not a fool by any standards, she just had great faith in The Old Gods, and she believed nothing was beyond them.
“He is a man only, whomever he is. By his grace of movement I would not tempt his sword lightly.” This dark man may not be War, it did not mean he was not dangerous. “Or his rage if he split a man’s tongue for falseness.”
“Death holds words sacred.” Ashmara would not be moved on this, there were too many omens. He wore the black, blue, and gold or the once High King and Emperor in the tales of the beginning of the world, who was said to have been War himself. A knight in golden lion armour walked at his side as the old tales said Death’s War Lion always did. She would not be surprised if he had some connection to wolves or Dragons, probably both.
“Then we need to rid ourselves of Rya.” Huy regretted her rescue every day. “Faceless Men serve Death as the Reapers of Slavers, yet she joyfully watched men collared and chained.”
“It is detestable.” It was not the way their slaves were treated.
“Either I will be returning this Bay to the Dragon Queen after negotiations and recompensation or I will hold this land for six years.”
“You plan to free them?” Ashmara thought the Slave Masters might like that plan only slightly less than letting Daenerys free everyone.
“If it is my Bay, it will be my way and we release Slaves after six years, then it is again their choice to sell themselves again or stay free.”
“One year for each of the Old Gods.”
“They do not abide slavery and that was the only way they would grant pardon to those who sold their fellow men, only six years of service. I may not be as superstitious as you but I still honour the Old Gods, only a fool would disregard them.”
“And you are no fool, my husband.” Ashmara smiled with love at Huy.
“I may need to investigate what message Deria took to the Dragon Queen?”
“Why?”
Huy gazed silently at his First Wife as he thought on the first meeting with Daenerys Stormborn. Deria implied something would have happened if Daenerys had not come, he had given her no such instruction, it was something that enraged the Queen. What did Deria threaten the Dragon Queen with? “The Dragon Queen responded badly to Deria saying we were about to start our ministrations.”
“What ministrations?”
“Exactly. I had nothing planned if she did not show, I would have just accepted Rya was right, she was dead and the woman Deria saw was an imposter not willing to tempt a war she could not win. I have never trusted Deria, and as much as you say she is only trying to exalt me, serve. I do not like how she does it.”
“Did you have issue with her sharing the Sellswords bed to infiltrate the city?” Ashmara doubted it, Huy had never shown an interest in intimacy with Deria. He hardly showed intimate interest in any of his other wives, he tried to be as loyal to her as their culture allowed.
“Better his than mine.” Ashmara smiled, as she had thought. “Honestly would have preferred livestock instead of her.” He saw Ashmara’s disapproving expression. “I meant he could have given me livestock to pay his debt rather than giving away his daughter. He liked her far more than I ever did. A beautiful face does not mean a beautiful heart.”
“Do not be so harsh.” Huy was not surprised by Ashmara’s defence of the woman, even though Deria showed her little of the respect she deserved. He was not surprised because all of Ashmara was beautiful.
“You are too kind. I know she hates the circumstance that had her join my wives, she wanted to stay with her family and whomever it was her father did not let her marry. I just don’t see why I have to endure her bad attitude for her father’s decision.”
“It is a shame you cannot release her without shaming her.”
“Some days I am tempted.”
“Her family would slay her!” No woman deserved to die because her father gave her away to the wrong man and they just could not settle into some semblance of peace.
“Which is why I am only tempted and haven’t done it. I may not like or trust her but as you say she is striving to promote me, even if I hate her methods. I won’t have her slain because she irritates me.”
“You are a good man, Huy.”
“Don’t reveal that to anyone.” Ashmara gestured a cross action across her heart. “I must meet with the Dragon Queen.”
“Give her wretched city back to her.”
“She may not want it either.” Huy sighed. “What if she doesn’t want it? I’ll have to keep it, I don’t want to keep it.”
Daenerys was led into her audience chamber by two burly slaves, she only had Arthur and Kasmira as guards, but she felt safe in their care. She was surprised to see the Sultan seated on a great pile of cushions at the foot of the stairs, not sitting on the stone chair that doubled as a throne. He was dressed in deep red silken robes, his head bear of the keffiyeh that had adorned it earlier, revealing black hair curled at his shoulders. He was a handsome man, but he was no Jon Snow.
He indicated for her to take a seat on the pile of cushions opposite him, she looked at them warily as she assessed if she would be able to rise after taking his invitation. Daenerys wondered if it was a ploy to embarrass her by making she flail to rise at the end of the meeting. She looked to Kasmira and Arthur who both made no moves to sit. Other than the two slaves who guided them in there were no guards for the Sultan’s safety and the two burly slaves left with a flick of the Sultan’s wrist.
“Please sit your grace.” Huy again indicated for Daenerys to sit across from him.
“Why are we sitting on the floor?”
“There is only one chair in the room and it would be rude to make you stand or for me to look down on you. We are equals so we will sit as equals. Usually in my culture we would sit on cushions, pillows, or rugs on the ground as you must have as a Dothraki Khalessi.”
“I did. I however am no longer a khalessi.” Daenerys sank into the cushions below her, he was right she had sat like this when she was far more pregnant.
“No, you are a queen. May I ask, is that because of you or your husband?” Huy waved his hand to get a female slave to bring refreshments to them.
“I am the Queen of Meereen and Rightful Queen of the Seven Kingdoms.” She spoke with steel in her voice.
“Except you are not queen here since my conquest and some cripple boy sits in the Seven, no it is Six Kingdoms.”
“It does not change the fact I am the rightful queen of the Seven Kingdoms.”
“The Seven Kingdoms are of no interest to me, so what do I care what you wish to squabble over with this cripple boy. I am only interested in Meereen.”
“Only Meereen? What of the rest of the Bay of Dragons?” Daenerys had not stopped to see if the whole Bay was lost to slavery again, maybe it was only Meereen, she doubted it.
“There are no Dragons here any longer so it is Slavers Bay again.” Daenerys was slightly surprised to see a small frown of disappointment appear on the Sultan’s face.
“You do not seem happy about that.” Why would he be averse to it he was the one who returned slavery to the bay.
“Honestly, I am not entirely happy about it.”
“Really.” Huy noted she sounded sceptical.
“My culture also utilises slaves, we utilise them differently. I and many of my wives do not appreciate the way this bay does slavery. I would think the slaves bought in Astapor and taken to our lands would be thankful at the change of organisation.” Huy gazed off to the side where the refreshments slave stood, again waiting to be needed. “You stayed in Meereen for some time, can I ask you a question?”
“I reserve the right to not answer, but you may ask.”
Huy pointed at the slave to their right. “do you think she is bored as hell?”
Daenerys followed his hand and looked at the woman. She had no idea what the woman felt, so she took a page out of her husband’s book and asked. “Are you bored standing around waiting for us to need our glasses refilled?” Huy was astonished the queen had just asked the woman with no pretence.
“I-it is my duty to serve.” The woman stammered out staggered by being spoken to.
“Leave the pitcher and go take the afternoon to do something that brings you joy.” Huy gave her a command. “We can serve ourselves and you are caused to stand too long with heavy urns.” The woman bow and left the pitcher beside the Sultan and rushed out.
Daenerys gazed at the Sultan with curiosity. “Is that part of how you utilise your slaves differently?”
“Are you going to answer whether you married a royal or not?” Huy went back to his original question. They were not here to speak about his slaves and how he treated them – not yet anyway.
“Is it important?”
“The Dothraki returned without you. I heard the Unsullied you purchased arrived on Naath and started dropping like flies. You have no great armies anymore, so yes whether you married a man with armies to support you is important.”
“My husband would advise me to not divulge our military strength or weakness.” Arthur smiled proud of his queen. “Truth be told, it is not my husband’s armies you need fear, it is her.” Daenerys pointed at Kasmira.
Huy turned his attention to Kasmira and looked her over intently. A slightly taller than average woman, she was leanly muscled and not terrifying to behold, she was actually quite beautiful in an exotic way with her fire-red hair and her burning green eyes. The look in her eyes was worrying though, there was something alien there, something he had never seen in anyone else’s eye before and he had to stifle a shudder. “Why must I fear you?”
“Because I am the creature of horror from your night terrors, the thing your wet nurse warned you about if you did not behave. I am a Death Guard.”
“Death Guard…” Huy’s voice trailed off as he repeated the title, perhaps Ashmara was wiser than he thought and it would be wise of him to be as superstitious as his little wife.
“Your wife seems to honour the old ways, I am sure you have heard the term, even if it has been a millennia or more since it has been whispered in hushed tones in the dark.”
“The night is dark and full of terrors.” Daenerys wondered why Huy Nu’hel spoke the words of the followers of R’hllor to Kasmira.
“I am the terrors in the dark.” Kasmira spoke in an ominous tone.
“Then you are right Queen Daenerys,” Huy’s attention went back to the queen; he smiled at her, “she is the one to be feared. I think however your husband may just be as much to be feared if you have her as your guard.”
“Why would you say that?” What knowledge did he have?
“As she said my First Wife, Ashmara holds true to the Old Ways and I do know what the Death Guard is. For,” He looked at Kasmira, “I also know there is only and has only ever been one. If the Death Guard guards you and more probably your child, then your husband’s bloodline is…” Huy smiled to himself and looked at the floor between them. Ashmara you are a miracle, why do I have other advisors?
When The Sultan did not speak for a few minutes, Daenerys had to speak to encourage more conversation. What did this man know of Aerion’s bloodline? “His bloodline is?”
“Ancient and powerful.” Huy kept the awe he felt out of his voice. The Tales of the High King and his court had been Huy’s favourites as a child.
“Does that mean you are giving me my city back?”
“Do you really want it?”
“Why wouldn’t I want my people back?”
“They are small and prone to slavery. Not good slavery either.”
“No slavery is good slavery.”
“I would expect that from one whom married into that bloodline. It is said they are the ones who abolished it in Westeros. There are fairer examples, my culture for example is not as bad as this one.”
“How is it different?”
“A man sells himself and no one else. Which means he does not sell his wife or children, they may abide with him in his master’s house but they are not slaves unless they sell themselves. A child is not born a slave, unless…” Huy grimaced and scowled, he seemed angry at the thought of what he was saying. “His mother both conceives and births it while a slave. All slave contracts are only six years long and then you are considered to have paid the debt or it must be forgiven. Then you must contract to sell yourself again or you are free.”
“If they were slaves how can they afford to be free?” Was it not a perpetual circle? She had freed slaves and they had nothing to live on so sold themselves right back into slavery, it had been disappointing.
“They may have overworked their original debt and their master must pay them for their excess work or they could negotiate becoming a servant for six years instead of a slave, some hire their former slaves as servants after their indenture is up, if they work well and are worth paying extra for rather than buy a slave to replace them.”
“Would you do that?” Daenerys did not think so. Paying servants cost more than buying slaves.
“I often do it with good slaves, hard workers, never fighters though. After six years of fighting if they survive they deserve to retire, I give them a pension.”
“You give your fighting slaves a pension?”
“If they live the six years, War and Battle have blessed them and to be blessed by the Gods I take care of their devotees. Truth is most do not last the six years.”
“Because they die on the sands.”
“Yes, and others somehow catch my daughter’s affections as heroes and I have to pull them out of the pits and use them as guards so my girls do not cry when they die from injury.” He shook his head. Dedi was a terror for falling in affection for fighting slaves and begging her father to save them, even crying if they got a bruise in practise. It couldn’t be helped she had her mother’s nose and Huy loved every aspect of Ashmara, so a miniature version had him running in circles.
Daenerys smiled at how it seemed a fatherly trait to be weakened by their daughters’ whims. “I hate the idea of any slavery, but will admit it does sound better than this one.”
“Also, the Unsullied would never exist in my culture. A slave child is worth more than a silver coin. A slave has higher value within our society than here. Whips are never used on our slaves, maybe we show more respect because who knows who or what that slave could make of themselves in twelve or eighteen years, they could own you. Your slave’s life is your responsibility, you must compensate their family if your neglect gets them killed, another reason the Unsullied would never exist in our society. Men give their lives as soldiers like in Westeros by fealty not slavery.”
Daenerys realised something about this man. “You do not want Meereen.” He did not look caught he simply shrugged. “Did you even want me for your harem?”
“You would have been a novelty, but honestly if I really wanted a Valyrian wife I could have bought one and freed her from her slavery. I was more intrigued by your Dragons, which I have not seen.” He recalled Rya telling him there was possibly only one Dragon left, which was a shame.
“Were you going to offere to buy one from me?” Daenerys smiled at the thought.
“No.”
“I can tell you would like your own Dragon.”
“I would. I however am no fool, the last man you sold a Dragon to died, burned by that same Dragon along with most of Astapor. No thank you, I do not desire one so badly.”
Daenerys did not understand why he had sent for her so aggressively as he seemed to have no true interest in her. “Why did you send for me? Why did you take the Bay of Dragons?”
“As I said I am no fool and intelligent men are so easily bored of mundane things. I was bored the Slave Masters set me a challenge. I only sent for you because your man suggested it.” He saw that displeased the queen, it was fair it had been presumptive on the sellsword’s part. “May I ask you a question Dragon Queen?”
Daenerys found this man very intriguing and overly polite as he always asked before asking anything. “If it will see this business done, my people free and me on the waves on my way home, yes.”
“What did my emissary say to get you to come here?” He leaned forward when he saw all three of the foreigners bristle at the thought of Deria’s words. “What did she threaten?”
“I think you would be better off not reminding me why I wanted to have my Dragon burn you to a crisp.” Daenerys hissed in anger.
Huy looked contemplative. “Interesting.” He sat back, he would need find out what words were said as his to this woman, he felt he may soon be less a wife, it was alright, he never took a shine to Deria anyway, he only kept her because she was loyal to him even in her skewed way.
The door opened and Nez’rith entered. “I apologise my liege, but we have a problem with… her.”
Huy exhaled heavily. Really regretting pulling her out of the ocean. “What has happened, Nez’rith?” Nez’rith had been with Huy since he was a young man, before even he trusted this man like a brother.
“She was disregarding your orders about…” Nez’rith just looked at Daenerys then at his sultan. “She was in the wholly incorrect part of the pyramid and a … a slave was injured in her attempt to defy you. I have taken her into custody, I know that you would not abide this insult to your house.”
Huy looked to the queen.” I must attend this issue, please forgive this we will continue later. Do enjoy my city that was once yours.” He rose and walked with his man out of the room.
“I am sorely tempted to have her whipped.”
“Exile her, she is a curse.” Nez’rith gave his counsel.
“Don’t I know it.” Huy growled to his friend as the door closed.
“I wonder who they speak of?” Daenerys said as she reached out her hand for Arthur, she did not require his help but why struggle when she did not need to.
“Did you leave any female enemies in Essos?” Arthur enquired with as few words as he could, limiting how long his queen must suffer his voice.
“None specifically I could name.”
“We will be watchful anyway.” Kasmira spun a blade in her hand. Daenerys’ brow knitted as she tried to work out where the blade had appeared from. Kasmira and her blades seemed magical some days. “Let us get you back to the safety of the King.”
“Yes.” Daenerys would take any excuse to stay close to Jon.