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˖*°࿐ chapter twenty. xx. LOVE*
NIGHT HAS FALLEN, FIRES WERE BURNED, and most of the Iproni citizens were asleep after a hard day at work. Most of them were slaves, tired of hauling large loads on their backs and having to wear long clothing in the middle of summer. "You hear a songbird's whistle, you come," Darys explains to the two men with him. "I'm a great whistler, greatest in the land." Darys walks away and to the back of the city, where a guard stood, and yells out to him. "I'm Darys Vypren," he hands a parchment to him. The guard nods and opens the door, letting the Second Son enter. A whistle rings out, like a songbird's, and Allister takes it as his cue to go to the gate. Grey Worm and Allister are on high alert as they enter, looking every which way to make sure no guards are waiting to ambush them.
Allister turns left and comes face-to-face with a dead man, "That one was quick." Darys is on top of a stump, wiping his dagger. "There's maybe others."
"I doubt it," Allister shakes his head.
"Ipronis prefer to let their slaves do their fighting for them," Darys stands up, marching to go to another location when yells were heard. They turned around, getting their weapons ready to fight, eyes scanning every inch of the place. Grey Worm's helmet is knocked off as guards circle them, wearing helmets that only cover the tops of their heads. Allister begins fighting with one, swords clashing together as they grunted.
Grey Worm was skilled in combat; he twirled his spear and killed two men while blocking an incoming attack from another. Darys used his arhak to disembowel different men. Grey Worm's spar punctured a man's armor and landed inside his stomach. None of them were getting wounded except for the slave guards, the Ipronis too scared to even come out of their houses.
Darys threw his dagger at a man behind Allister, landing in his chest, and the guard fell to the ground. Allister turns around as he strikes the sword out of a guard's hand, making him stumble into Darys' incoming attack. "That's what you call a few guards?"
They all stood with their backs towards one another in a circle, close to each other as they turned. More men came from Grey Worm's side, yelling in High Krefson. They all looked at each other before entering battle.
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LAELIA SAT ON HER MAKESHIFT THRONE, worried, watching the ground with wide eyes as Korben took a sip of the wine he held. She rubbed her sweaty palms on the cloth beneath her, feeling fear rise every second. "We've been waiting a long time," she says as she walks past Melora, who held a platter of food for the Khaleesi. "Haven't we? I don't know, you tell me, how long does it take to sack a city?"
