Back To You // Jorah Mormont (2)

13. Drogo

'He was first through the breach during the Siege of Spike, slaughtering 50 men with his flaming sword. He killed the great Khal Drogo in single combat. Betrayed by his woman, he sold himself into slavery to repay his debts. Bidding begins at 12 gold honors. –' there was a murmured among the crowd assessing if they wanted to purchase Jorah.

'13. Do I have 14? 15? 15 gold honors.' He went on as people placed their bid. 'Do I hear 16? 16? 20. Sold.'

'Wait! You have to buy us as well.' Tyrion declared. 

'Why?'

'We're a team. I'm a great fighter, too.' Tyrion said 'and this one is a good luck charm, never lose with her.' Oceana glanced down at him before she forced a smile on her face as San shed silent tears. There was a murmur of laughter as they didn't believe Tyrion capable of fighting.

'He's funny."

''You have to give him that.''

''You're right, he's funny.'

'Thank you, my lord.''

'Thank you.' They chuckled and snorted as they prepared their bids for the next one.

"Give me a blade." Oceana demanded, she passed off San to Jorah and marched forward. The slave trader didnt understand what was happening until it was too late, she pulled her blade free, the one sandor had given her and she stabbed him through the bottom of his chin, to slammed up through his tongue, nose and into his brain. She smirked pulling it free and cleaning the blade on his dead body. She was quickly disarmed. 

"I want her!" Was shouted out. OCeana glanced to Jorah. 

"Package deal. My husband and I." She added. 

'Yes. My lord, if I may. I've heard Meereen has become a free city. You might run into trouble if you try to fight slaves in the fighting pits. Now, if you were to fight freed men who'd be paid a wage—' Tyrion offered staring up at Oceana. 

"Little man too." Oceana agreed. 

'There's your wages, funny man. Should last the rest of your life.'

'These are warrior hands, not a serving girl's. 5, going once...' Malko declared looking to Tyrion.

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'Many worthy fighters have died trying to make it to the great games. When most of you worthless scum join them in death this afternoon, it will represent a significant rise in your station. But if you do happen to triumph here, you will fight at the Great Pit of Daznak itself in front of the queen. So whatever happens, the gods have smiled upon you today. This is the day your lives actually start to mean something. You and you. You. You two. You, you, and you. Up.' Yezzan declared, Oceana paced nervously.

"Bad day to start my bleeding." Oceana murmured fisting a hand to her stomach. 

'Valar morghulis.'

'Valar dohaeris.' The men chosen echoed. Tyrion glanced to them but it was Oceana that translated. 

'All men must serve.' Oceana murmured fisting her hands at her sides. 'All men must die.'

'what?' Tyrion questioned.

'Valar morghulis and Valar dohaeris.' Oceana told him, her heart pounding in her chest, she needed to take a breath but she felt a heavy weight upon her chest. she had to focus on something else besides their impending doom. She looked to San he stared up at her with wide and trusting eyes.  'It means all men must serve and all men must die.' Oceana told him as she ran her hands through San's hair.

'How do you know that?'

"I was a khalessi of the largest khalassar for years. I know quite a lot." Oceana assured him. "Just not how we are getting out of this alive." she muttered. 

'Prepare yourselves. Sitting through the great games will be bad enough. For generations in the days leading up to the great games, it has been customary for our ruler to make the rounds of the lower pits to pay the fighters there the honor of her presence.' They could hear cheering and applause, from the side wing as they waited for certain death.

'Move yourselves!"

Oceana ran a hand over her tried face as the cramps in her abdomen grew. 

'Fight!' the sound metal clanging, men shouting, grunting, the applause, cheering and screams it all echoed and Oceana thought she was going to be sick.

'I think I've seen enough.' Daenerys said looking down on the blood bath before her.

'Your Grace, it is a tradition for the queen to stay until the victor has emerged.' Hizadhr told her.

'I've sacrificed more than enough for your traditions.' Daenerys told him.

"Is your queen going to help us?" Oceana questioned. "Stop this or will she not care because you turned your back on her?"

"I regret what I did but I just wanted to find you again." Jorah admitted reaching out for her. 

"I believe you." She assured. "But now that you have found me... now what? How do we survive this?" 

Oceana looked green. That was the only way to describe her. A hand over her mouth and San  at her feet. 

'Oceana.' Tyrion whispered his hands were bound and chained to the wall but he had enough room to reach out to her. Tears slipped down her face

"I'm so mad. Mad isnt even enough, i'm fucking furious." Oceana shouted.  Jorah moved to the small hole in the wall to see his queen sitting there watching the fight. This was his chance. This was their chance. 

'Jorah!" Oceana hissed. 

Grunts echoed as Jorah took down the competition. Oceana peered out, watching him as Tyrion pulled at his chains to see. Oceana didn't notice a guard come up and cut Tyrion free until she felt his hand on her. The crowd started cheering a round of applause, for the victor, Jorah Mormont. He removed his helmet and the queen was less than thrilled.

'Get him out of my sight.' She demanded.

'Khaleesi, please, I just need a moment of your time please I brought you a gift.' Jorah said locking eyes with Daenerys.

'It's true,' Tyrion said stepping out 'he has.'

'Who are you?'

'I am the gift.' Tyrion told her 'it's a pleasure to meet you at graces my name is Tyrion Lannister.' Danny stared down at them.

'A gift?' Daenerys questioned.

'I am the gift.' Tyrion confirmed.

'Who are you?"

"Oceana Clegane. I think you knew my late husband Drogo."