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[ESSOS]
[The unsullied march towards Meereen. DAENERYS, JORAH, SER BARRISTAN, MISSANDEI and DAARIO NAHARYS ride alongside. The riders dismount at the main gate while the unsullied stand at attention. The Meereen city folk watch from atop the walls murmuring. The main door opens. A single rider advances, and the crowd cheers. He halts the horse to the side of DAENERYS's band. He dismounts. The CHAMPION urinates towards DAENERYS. The crowd laughs and cheers.]
"He says that we're an army of men without man parts. He claims you are no woman at all, but a man who... hides his cock in his own asshole."
"What an odd picture to paint" Oberyn snorted, while Daenerys turned red from embarrassment and anger.
"I have something to say to the people of Meereen. First, I will need this one to be quiet. Do I have a champion?"
"Could send your dragon in and silence the lot" Oberyn suggested.
"I want the people to accept me and choose me. Sending a dragon will do no good" Daenerys shook her head. "Though I do think I'll send a dragon to the masters...
[GREY WORM SPEAKING VALYRIAN]
"Allow me this honour, mother of dragons. I will not disappoint you."
[DAEYNERYS SPEAKING VALYRIAN]
"You are the commander of the Unsullied. I cannot risk you."
"Your Grace, I've won more single combats than any man alive."
"Which is why, Ser Barristan, you must remain by my side."
"I've been by your side longer than any of them, Khaleesi. Let me stand for you today as well."
"You are my most trusted advisor Ser Jorah, my most valued general, and my dearest friend. I will not gamble with your life."
"I was the last to join your army. I'm not your general or a member of your Queensguard or the commander of your Unsullied. My mother was a whore. I come from nothing. And before long, I will return to nothing. Let me kill this man for you."
"Very well, Daario. You have quite an audience. Make it worth their while."
"Your people love you. A sign that you are a good queen" Elia encouraged with a smile.
Daenerys beamed at the praise.
[A squire helps the mounted CHAMPION arm himself. DAENERYS walks up to DAARIO.]
"You sure you don't want a horse?"
"Why would I want a horse?
"Horses are faster than men."
"Horses are dumber than men."
[DAENERYS steps back and the CHAMPION charges. DAARIO turns to wink at DAENERYS. The CHAMPION closes in and DAARIO draws his dagger, holds it on his shoulder and kisses it. He then launches it at the charging CHAMPION, burying the blade in his horse's forehead. The horse falls in the sand, the CHAMPION rolling away. As he rises, DAARIO dispatches him with a single blow to the neck. He nods to DAENERYS.]
"I think this is the first time we're seeing him fight. He's good" Renly commented, omitting the part of him finding Daario attractive as well.
"He is a captain of a Sellsword Company for a reason" Robert grunted with a roll of his eyes. It was always the obvious things his brother missed.
Little did he notice that he too was missing the obvious things.
Must be a Baratheon trait.
[The Meeren crowd is shocked. An order is given, and scores of archers on the wall fire at DAENERYS's band.]
"Sore losers" Arya muttered with a roll of her eyes.
[The arrows plant in front of them. DAARIO urinates in response. DAENERYS paces and the Unsullied turn at attention.]
[DAENERYS announces herself in Valyrian and The crowd quiets.]
"Your Masters may have told you lies about me, or they may have told you nothing. It does not matter. I have nothing to say to them. Only to you. First I went to Astapor. Those who were slaves in Astapor now stand behind me, free. Next, I went to Yunkai. Those who were slaves in Yunkai now stand behind me, free. Now I have come to Meereen. I am not your enemy. Your enemy is beside you."
[The Meereen inhabitants start to move away from the wall, while the Meereen soldiers face outside the wall. The Meereen slaves listen carefully to DAENERYS, while their masters become uncomfortable.]
"Your enemy steals and murders your children. Your enemy has nothing for you but chains and suffering and commands. I do not bring commands. I bring you a choice. And I bring your enemies what they deserve. Forward!"
"That was a good speech" Rhaegar complimented with a smiling nod. "The people listened and you have won them over with that."
Daenerys smiled back and nodded. But she knew there was more left to do.
[The Unsullied move the siege weapons forward. The slaves are emboldened and the inhabitants are taken aback. The unsullied fire the catapults. Cylindrical logs spin through the air and shatter on the sides of buildings, raining down the empty manacles inside. Civilians and slaves duck as the contents fall among them. A SLAVE picks up an empty choker and looks back at his fearful master.]
"That should all but support your claims" Oberyn smirked. "Now they know you mean what you speak. No doubt you have won this battle.'
"Without any losses on her side or any major losses on their side" Elia pointed out with a smile.
Daenerys preened at the praise. She had never gotten this much before, nor had she ever felt confidence in herself in this manner.
[MEEREEN AT NIGHT]
[A Tent outside of Meereen. MISSANDEI is teaching GREY WORM how to read by a fire.]
"My name is Grey Worm. I come from the Summer "Ills.""
"Isles. Summer Isles."
"Summer Isles."
"I am from an island called Naath."
"When they took you?"
"When did they take me? I was five years old."
"You remember your home?"
"I remember when they rowed us away from shore. How white the beaches were. How tall the trees were. And I remember my village burning. Smoke rising into the sky."
"It's sad how these people are torn away from their families to be enslaved by those foul Essosi people" Sansa commented with a frown.
"Essosi slavers" Varys corrected. "Not all of them are foul, my lady. Most of them are slaves". As a former slave himself, Varys was well aware of the plight of Essos, be it slavers or those Dothraki.
"One would have thought the 'Free Cities' would be exempt from slavery," Margaery said softly.
"They are Free Cities because of the relation they had with Valyria, not because they are a city of free people" Varys explained with a smile. "Braavos is the only city that was found by the slaves who escaped the Valyrian Freehold. Though slavery is unlawful in the city, those with enough wealth and influence can flout such laws."
"Like your friend the Magister?" Jon asked.
"Like my friend the Magister," Varys nodded with a sad smile. "I have tried, but sadly the man loves his comforts too much."
"You two seem very close" Jon added.
"We met young" Varys said with a sad smile. "I was just just thrown out by the warlock that cut me and Illyrio back then was a poor Braavo."
"And you two have been friends ever since" Jon added.
Varys nodded with a smile.
"And now you stand to plot against your dear friend" Jon continued. "Must hurt."
"Illyrio feels he is best suited to make Westeros great, I feel different about it. Good friends... almost brothers we may be, but I know him well enough. He will not take Westeros forward."
"Almost sounds like you're the one with Targaryen blood in you, Lord Varys. That you feel you know best because of it."
Varys gave no outward reaction to it, only lowering his face behind the sleeve of his tunic to hide his chuckle.
"Would that I was a secret Targaryen, I would have taken the Throne for myself, Prince Jon."
"But you're not that man are you," Jon asked, ignoring the title the eunuch used. "You're someone who prefers to work in the shadows, like a puppeteer."
Varys chuckled again.
"I suppose I do favour being the helping hand rather than the commanding head" the eunuch smiled. "But alas, I am not who you think I am.
Jon said nothing more but was slow to look away from the Spider.
Varys kept his eyes on Jon even after he'd looked away, hiding a smile behind his sleeve.