BLACK BLOOD. [DAENERYS TARGARYEN.]

IV.

CHAPTER FOUR.
"CHAINED"

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Days were passing by since the Master had a meeting with Daenerys Targaryen, and Sorlo had been enduring his punishment since. He was beaten until his once healed wounds on his back opened up again and adding more scars along the line, he was chained outside near the back gate in an alley like a dog would. The Master was still not satisfied with the punishment as it was only hurting him physically, and he needed him to be punished emotionally and mentally.

Kali had to join his punishment in being chained outside, to let him watch his sister in pain to torture his heart and spirit as well as his body. That was the price he had to pay for humiliating Razdal mo Eraz in front of the dragon queen.

Nightfall had arrived and moonlight was all that illuminated The Yellow City. Sorlo sat across from his sister Kali, with a good distance in between them, and watched her with an aching heart. She had almost been stripped off of all her clothing, and while most bruises were healing on her skin, new ones had formed already. I put her here, he cursed himself.

"Stop looking at me like that." She told him in a weak tone, her throat was dry and exhausted.

It was the first time in a long time he heard her voice again, and despite the circumstances, the sound of it made him feel at home, it had been the only thing that kept him alive and sane to know he still had family left.

"Like what?" Sorlo questioned, unable to hide his anger at himself.

"As if I am just a helpless girl, and stop blaming yourself for this."

"It is my fault."

Kali shot him a harsh look, her lower lip was trembling from sadness and anger. She wasn't just some helpless and weak girl, no matter how bad the situation they were in was, and she didn't want him to think of her like she was. If she was to die, she wanted to be remembered by her brother as strong; brave. A girl whose walls were not broken, a warrior who died fighting.

"It's the masters fault," she reminded him, "He killed our mother, and he did this to us."

Sorlo sighed in defeat, she was right but the guilt was swirling in his stomach in an endless loop. If he had only kept his mouth shut and his eyes off the silver queen, and yet he couldn't stop thinking about her either. Ever since he last saw her, he waited and counted the days until she came to free them.

Mother said she would, he thought, and now he had put all his hope in Daenerys Targaryen.

"We'll get out of here." He promised his sister.