The Wars to Come - J.S.

8 - FEAR HER

When the marching army comes to a halt, Missandei and Aurora find their way to the front, following their queen. All are shocked by the sight of a child on a cross. The child is dead. One of her hands points forward on the road, leading the way to Meereen.

Aurora has seen horrors in her life, but none such as this have befell her eyes. She can almost feel her heart stop beating in the moment she sees this child. She can't help but think that, had she been born in this country and left as she was when Jeor Mormont found her, this would be her fate. 

She forces her eyes away from the body and whispers to herself, "May you find peace in death." 

Missandei hears her and reaches across to gently squeeze Aurora's hand. Their eyes meet and they share a solemn smile before both looking back to the ground in front of them. 

"There is one on every mile marker from here to Meereen," Jorah says. 

"How many miles are there between here and Meereen?" the Queen asks with a disgusted tone and a sharp look on her face.

"One hundred and sixty three, your grace." he answers. Aurora sucks in a sharp breath at that and her brother shares a pained look with her. 

"I'll tell our men to ride ahead and bury them, you don't need to see this." Ser Barristan offers, being the protective man that he is.

"You will do no such thing." Daenerys commands softly, making everyone look at her. "I will see each and every one of their faces. Remove her collar before you bury her." she turns away to head back to her horse. Aurora and Missandei follow. 

— meereen —

Upon arriving in the courtyard of the great slave city, the Unsullied line up in their large formation, displaying to the city that they have a large army. 

Daenerys and her captains ride their horses closer to the city, a few yards in front of the Unsullied. 

Aurora gazes up at the slave city, the pyramid in its center being one of the largest buildings she has ever seen. Its entrance is guarded by two statues of a woman with wings for arms. The Harpy of Meereen. Their wings hold up the city's balconies above them where its' people, slaves and masters alike, stand and watch in awe as the army lines up at their gates.

Aurora smiles as she knows Daenerys is about to show them who she is. "You were right, they should fear her." Aurora remarks to Missandei who rides beside her, referring to the girls earlier statement to Daenerys that Meereen would be wise to fear her approach.

Daenerys dismounts from her white horse and looks up at the citizens of Meereen, then at the large gates. 

A noise comes as the gates begin to open, "Are they attacking?" the Queen asks. 

"A single rider. The champion of Meereen." Jorah explains.

"They want you to send your own champion against him." Barristan adds.

The rider goes to the other end of the courtyard and stops, Daenerys and the captains watch in confusion as he dismounts his horse and begins to talk in another language. He unbuckles his belt and throws it over his shoulder.

"What is he doing?" Daenerys asks, her tone saying that she may already know but doesn't want to believe.

"I believe he is.." Aurora begins but stops when the champion of Meereen takes out his cock and begins pissing on the ground in front of him, finishing her answer for her.

Daenerys looks disturbed as she sighs. Missandei begins to translate what he was saying for them. 

"He says that we are an army of men without.." she pauses uncomfortably, "Man parts. He claims you are no woman at all but a man who.." another uncomfortable pause and Aurora gives her a sympathetic smile, "who has his cock in his own asshole." she finishes quickly.