BLACK BLOOD. [DAENERYS TARGARYEN.]

III.

CHAPTER THREE
"SILVER QUEEN"

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A fortnight had passed since Sorlo and Kali were enslaved and their mother had been killed by one of the Wise Masters, Razdal mo Eraz. He had picked up on the name by other slaves, and he would say it out loud every day,

"Razdal mo Eraz." He muttered repeatedly as he was seated on the cold ground, pulling on the chains around his neck effortlessly.

Sorlo made it his goal to kill Razdal, butcher him like an animal just as he did to his mother. He'd kill every other man that harmed his sister, but Razdal was first on his list.

Kali cowered in a corner of a cell, filled with other female slavers. They were being held separately from the men, they were the masters play things. An object for their pleasure and entertainment. The bruises on her face were forming a dark purple color, a pounding ache ran from her head to her feet, she'd always try to fight back the guards but get punished for it. She was being humiliated, raped, beaten, but her pride was still high. She would not let them or their actions define her. She was a Jhagar, a warrior and no one could take that away from her.

"Razdal mo Eraz. Razdal mo Eraz." It echoed through Sorlo' head. He couldn't erase the event from his mind, and the sound of the blade cutting off Reili' head rung in his ears at all times. The days were too long and the nights too short, and his body was aching from the hard labor all day and the cuts covering his skin as they had whipped his bare back bloody. He wouldn't dare to complain, not when he knew what his sister had to go through compared to his own misery. They hadn't talked since Reili' execution as they were immediately separated afterwards, and not allowed to speak to each other. The last time he had seen her was almost 4 days ago and he was afraid he wouldn't see her ever again.

Kali was not an easy girl to scare or kill, and she refused to give them the satisfaction of seeing her scared. Deep down she knew this was more than she could bear but she'd suffer through it, and she wouldn't let her mother' death be for nothing.

You will be free soon, she is coming. Sorlo remembered the words his mother told him before they were taken from their home and it only left him with too many unanswered questions. Who was that person that supposedly was coming to free them, and how would she know there was someone coming at all? After many years, he knew better than to question his mother about her dreams and visions. Some of them turned out to be true and some didn't, but he hoped that she was right this time and it wasn't just the fever that played tricks on her mind.

Footsteps echoed through the halls and to the cell Sorlo was held with others, and guards appeared with their shields and spears in hand. They eyed each and every slave before opening the cell and grabbing 3 random men forcefully out as the rest cowered with fear. Sorlo didn't move an inch from where he was sitting before, watching the guards with obvious hatred in his eyes. He had never been particularly good with hiding emotions and had always showed them as clear as day. A guard glared down at Sorlo as he felt his hateful eyes on him, and they stared each other down for what felt like hours.