The last Dragon Council was for confirming the strategies than thinking of more. Queen Daenerys Targaryen spoke while Varys, Qhono, he and other lords listened. A man named Paxter Redwyne was also present, commander of forty thousand Tyrell men. “Jon Snow has done us a favor,” she was saying. “Varys says he has five thousand men in the ruins of keep Goldgrass, in case we had decided to dock west of the sea. In Barrow Hall lay ten thousand, the bulk of his forces with the bastard king himself. Grey Worm, take all your eight thousand men of Unsullied and siege Goldgrass. Ensure that no man leaves the keep, but do not attack or lose men until I command it. The aim is to keep those men away from battle, alone and harmless.”
Grey Worm voiced his thoughts to his queen. “This we will do for our queen readily.”
“I know it will be difficult to maintain the siege in this weather,” she told him. “I had hoped the storms would settle by the time we approached Barrowton, but if anything, fierce rain has been replaced with fierce snow. No matter. I do not plan on sieging Barrow Hall at all. If the King in the North has any sense he will surrender at the sight of my men.”
“The Unsullied will keep Goldgrass under siege through the winter if need be.”
Queen Daenerys smiled, before giving him leave. Grey Worm thought the saw the queen smile before he was dismissed. The thought that the Breaker of Chains was given reason to smile by him filled Grey Worm with pride. He did not show it, though – instead, he walked around the ship, yelling across ships to his fellow men, giving them orders to dock west and march to Goldgrass, white mist escaping his mouth.
As he walked, something grabbed him by the hand and swiftly pulled him inside a chamber. Grey Worm was about to reach for his dagger but recognized the touch, knowing who he was with despite the chamber being full of blackness. “Missandei?”
It was the only word that escaped Grey Worm’s lips before she kissed him. Grey Worm felt her breasts press against him as they clung to each other, locking lips. He reached up to squeeze them, and realized they were not covered by any clothing. She is already naked.
“Do not die,” Missandei whispered to them, as her hands groped underneath his clothes, feeling his chest. “I will not,” he murmured back, breaths heavy as he touched her sex. Grey Worm’s lips moved from her face to her breasts, sucking them as if it were the last time he could. They moved further and further below, until they were kissing wetness. At least I have a tongue, he thought, as he slipped it inside her.
As Missandei moaned, Grey Worm’s pride swelled further.
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