𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕯𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖔𝖓 [𝗥𝗼𝗯𝗯.𝗦]

27

THE  CITY OF YUNKAI

DAERON Targaryen remembered Yunkai, it was the land of deceit and dishonour. He had learnt that from a young age, but as was most of Essos. They weren't free from their vile thoughts or consistent arrogance. He despised them all. His brother had sold him for a night at the Brothel when he was merely ten, or for some more gold to feed themselves. A night that he could never forget, the pain had always rested heavily in his heart.

He wanted them to burn.

"Where?" He asked, frowning at the map that stood before them. Glancing at his niece who seemed to find much more attention at the blistering heat outside, but he knew it had more to do with the open arms of that filth.

Daario, who had quickly became a friend, of which he didn't have many pointed at the gate.

"There."

Daeron hummed, eyeing it in caution. Of those that he would be taking with him into battle it would most certainly not be that Ares bastard. Who was far to close too his little niece for his liking. Visenya was beautiful, this much he could admit too. But the power struggle between them was intensifying, as she had dragons as well. It certainly wasn't just him, and perhaps he would've preferred it if that were the case.

"There, it's a back gate. My men use it when they visit Yunkai's bed slaves."

Daeron gritted his teeth at that. Barely concealing the rage which laid in his clenched fists.

"Your men but not you?"

Daario snorted in disdain.

"I have no interests in slaves. A man cannot make love to property."

The Targaryen Prince glanced at him with a frown, there was far too much slavery in the Free Cities that he raged. Night from night as they loomed closer to the threat of Yunkai, of the bruises on pale flesh and the merciful laughter of those that dealt the crimes. He growled.

"This is where we enter the city. Very few guards, they know me. They let me inside."

"How are we going to sneak an army through a back gate?"

Daario smirked at him slyly. "I kill the guards. I take a few best men and lead them through the back streets, which I know well, and open the front gates!" He confirmed this with a wave of his hand, as if he hadn't been proud of anything else in his whole life. But Daeron hated the sweet smile of his niece all the more.

"I'll be coming with you," stated Visenya. Glaring at the Prince, daring him to say anything against it all.

He huffed, crossing his arms. Knowing very well that she wouldn't move upon the subject.