Breaker, Broken | Jorah Mormont

Chapter 4

Daario Naharis returned.

He'd snuck past all the Dothraki and Unsullied, past the campfire where Saera was listening to Ser Jorah and Ser Barristan swap stories of battle. He'd entered the tent where Missandei was helping Daenerys bathe, and had brought her the heads of Mero and Prendahl.

Saera was furious once more.

She said nothing, because she knew Daenerys would be upset. But it made her blood boil thinking that they'd all been such poor guards, a sellsword had snuck in uncontested and might have managed to kill their Queen with ease, if that had been his intention. Saera should've been there, she should be with Daenerys at all times if Ser Barristan couldn't be.

But because her sister was upset with her, she wasn't. Because her sister thought her too volatile, she wasn't.

Saera hated it.

Daario had, in fact, been sent there to kill Daenerys. He hadn't done it because he didn't want to. He wanted to fight for Daenerys, and had pledged the Second Sons to her, swearing over his sword.

"Where?" asked Daenerys the following morning, looking down at a map of Yunkai as their steadily-growing Small Council met to plan their attack.

"There," said Daario, coming behind her and moving her hand to point where he indicated. "It's a back gate. My men use it when they visit Yunkai's bed slaves."

"Your men," said Ser Jorah, "but not you?"

"I have no interest in slaves," said Daario. "A man cannot make love to property. This is where we enter the city. Very few guards. They know me. They'll let me inside."

"Break the walls from within," muttered Saera, seeing her idea could work with Daario's help.

Daario nodded. "I kill the guards. I take your two best men and lead them through the back streets, which I know well, and open the front gates. Then comes the army. Once the walls are breached, the city will fall in hours."

"Or perhaps you'll lead Grey Worm and me to the slaughter," said Ser Jorah. "Cutting the head off our army. The masters of Yunkai will pay your fee and you won't have to split it three ways 'cause you've already slaughtered your partners."

"You have a very suspicious mind," noted Daario. "In my experience, only dishonest people think this way."

"In my experience," clipped Saera, "that is the way to think of people who prove traitorous and whose motives are in question."

"You command the Unsullied," Ser Jorah told Grey Worm. "What do you think?"

"Iksā iā jentys sir," said Daenerys. "Gaomagon ao pāsagon zirȳla?" (T: You are a leader now. Do you trust him?)

Grey Worm replied, "Nyke pāsagon zirȳla." (T: I trust him.)

When Ser Barristan did not disagree with this, Daenerys decided, "You leave tonight."

"Very good," said Ser Jorah. "We'll prepare."

"Ser Jorah," said Ser Barristan as they began to walk out. "You could use an extra sword."

"You're the Queensguard, Ser Barristan. Your place is by the Queen. If we are truly her loyal servants, we'll do whatever needs to be done, no matter the cost, no matter our pride."

"The Princess can stay with her," insisted Ser Barristan. "She can protect her as well as I can."

"No," said Saera. "I mean to finally test my skills in a real battle. Ser Jorah is right, you are the Queensguard, not I. If Grey Worm is going to follow Ser Jorah and Daario, there needs to be someone at the front gate with the rest of the army. I plan to be that person..." she looked at her sister, "With the Queen's permission."