A broken Stag

A plan in motion

Flashback last night.

The dimly lit tent seemed to shrink around Daenerys, Daario Naharis, and Davos Baratheon as the weight of their shared moment hung heavily in the air. Missandei stood nearby, her gaze discreetly averted, her loyalty unwavering.

Daenerys, having finished her bath, stepped onto the floor, her naked form concealed by the gossamer robe Missandei had draped over her. Davos Baratheon, ever the loyal guard, stood nearby, his eyes trained on the entrance to the tent, resolutely avoiding any impropriety.

Daario Naharis, his audacity undiminished, held a knife to Davos's throat, a menacing smile playing at the corners of his lips. He was a man of unpredictable nature, but his pledge of loyalty was undeniable.

"Swear to me," Daenerys commanded, her voice steady and regal.

Daario's smoldering gaze shifted momentarily from Davos to Daenerys, and he nodded in acquiescence.

The room seemed to hold its breath as Daario sheathed his knife and knelt before Daenerys, placing his sword across his knees.

"The Second Sons are yours and so is Daario Naharis," he pledged, his voice carrying the weight of his unwavering devotion. "My sword is yours, my life is yours, my heart is yours."

Daenerys, her eyes now free from the distraction of Daario's blade at Davos's throat, met his gaze with a mixture of intrigue and caution. She had encountered many men who sought to win her favor, but Daario's audacity and unapologetic nature set him apart. He was not like the courtly suitors who had vied for her hand, nor the powerful lords who had sought her alliance. Daario was a man of action, unpredictable and dangerous, but also fiercely loyal.

"Rise, Daario Naharis," she commanded.

Daario complied, standing tall and resolute. His pledge of loyalty hung in the air, a promise of service and devotion that Daenerys could not ignore.

"What would you have me do?" Daario inquired, his voice softer now, tinged with a hint of vulnerability.

Daenerys considered her options. With the Second Sons at her side, she could bolster her forces and continue her campaign to free the enslaved cities of Essos. But she also recognized the unpredictable nature of her new ally. Daario was not a man who could be controlled, and his loyalty came with its own set of challenges.

"I will accept your oath, Daario Naharis," she said, "but know this: my cause is one of justice and liberation. I expect your loyalty to be unwavering, and I will not tolerate treachery or disobedience."

Daario smiled, a devilish glint in his eyes. "You have my word, Your Grace. I am yours to command, and I will follow you to the ends of the earth."

With that, Daenerys extended her hand, and Daario took it in his own, sealing their pact. Missandei, ever the loyal handmaiden, looked on with a mixture of relief and hope. The Second Sons had found a new leader, and Daenerys had gained a formidable, if unpredictable, ally.

As they stood together in the flickering candlelight, the world outside the tent seemed to fade away. Daenerys had always been drawn to those who defied convention, and in Daario Naharis, she had found a kindred spirit—a man willing to do whatever it took to achieve their shared vision of a better world.

Present events timeline-

An army of Unsullied stood guard outside of Daenerys Targaryen's tent in the flickering torchlight. Inside the tent, her closest advisers—Daario Naharis, Barristan Selmy, Jorah Mormont, Grey Worm, and the steadfast Davos Baratheon—gathered around a map of Yunkai, their discussion focused on the impending assault.

Daenerys leaned over the map, her attention fixed on the location Daario had indicated. His fingers gently guided her hand, and a subtle tension filled the air as Jorah Mormont watched the two closely, his jealousy simmering beneath the surface.

Davos Baratheon, who had been with Daenerys since Astapor and had observed her growing connection with Daario, couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. He was fiercely loyal to her and had developed a deep respect for the Dragon Queen during their time together. The sight of Daario's touch, however innocuous, did not sit well with him.

Daario's voice was confident and persuasive as he explained their plan. "This is where we enter the city. Very few guards, they know me. They let me inside."

Jorah couldn't help but interject, his distrust evident. "Your men but not you?"

Daario's reply was casual, but it drew a sharp glance from Jorah. "I have no interest in slaves. A man cannot make love to property."

Daenerys briefly glanced at Daario, and Davos sensed an underlying tension. He knew the magnetic pull that Daario had on her, and it gnawed at him.

Davos Baratheon, a man of honor and duty, kept his emotions in check but couldn't help but feel a sense of protectiveness toward the queen he had come to admire. His presence in the tent was a testament to his unwavering loyalty, and he hoped that his actions would speak louder than his jealousy.

Daario continued, undeterred by Jorah's skepticism, proposing a daring plan. "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."

He nodded at Jorah and Grey Worm, signaling his trust in them. Jorah exchanged a brief look with Grey Worm, silently contemplating the risks.

Jorah finally spoke, his suspicions laid bare. "Or perhaps you'll lead Grey Worm and me to the slaughter, cutting the head off our army. The masters of Yunkai will pay you your fee, and you won't have to split it three ways because you've already slaughtered your partners."

Daario's response was laced with a hint of arrogance. "You have a very suspicious mind. In my experience, only dishonest people think this way."

Jorah sighed, turning to Grey Worm for his opinion. The Unsullied commander responded in Valyrian, expressing his trust in Daario.

Daenerys, switching back to the Common Tongue, gave her orders. "You leave tonight."

As her advisers began to file out of the tent, including the ever-watchful Davos Baratheon, Daario couldn't resist flashing a grin at Daenerys. She met his gaze briefly, a complex mix of emotions in her eyes. The presence of Davos served as a reminder of the loyalty and devotion she commanded, even in the face of jealousy and temptation.

With the plan set in motion and their roles defined, Daenerys and her advisers, including the vigilant Davos Baratheon, prepared for the daring assault on Yunkai, aware that their success would depend on trust, strategy, and a shared commitment to her cause.