𝐒𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐍 ( 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬. )

chapter seven.

( ACT II; the age of the dragon. )
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chapter 7: yunkish herald and a hangover.

THE sun showed mercilessly from the clear Essos sky, not a cloud visible against the vast expanse of blue. The heat was almost unbearable, but the Targaryen army needed to reach the next slaver city as soon as possible; supplies for the large host were running low. With the force numbering over ten thousand, rationing had been implemented to prevent them from starving, which was on the horizon if they didn't reach Yunkai soon.

Through the heat, the Unsullied made their steady trek toward the next slaver city, which they would hopefully arrive at the next morning if they pushed through the night.

Unfortunately, Vaegon was hungover from the previous night, leaving his head pounding and his tongue dry. He wore a cloth over his head to shield his eyes and neck from a potential sunburn and conceal his obvious disposition from his army and those alike. Sweat rolled down his back, causing him to feel even more dirty than he already did.

"You're not fairing well," Selmy jested from Vaegon's side as they rode, the elder man flashing a smirk. Vaegon had been in an exhausted trance since they set off that morning.

"You fed me wine until I blacked out," Vaegon muttered in contempt. He slumped forward slightly, his hands resting on his horse's withers to hold him up as he still clutched the reins. "And now I look like a drunken fool in front of my army."

Selmy chuckled and said, "You could have made the effort to drink some of the water I offered you and eaten some bread. But don't worry about your army thinking you weak. They will forever feel indebted to you for freeing them from slavery."

Though he was still conscious of his disposition, Vaegon had to agree with Selmy. The Unsullied would always be loyal to him, whether he stayed honorable or took a turn for the worse. They would always follow him, almost blindly.

"Fair enough," He muttered to the knight. He rubbed his temple with a hand, eyes squinting closed.

"If we're lucky," Selmy changed the subject. "I'm confident Yunkai will be the easiest city for us to take. They are known for training bed slaves, not soldiers like Astapors."

"They won't face us in open battle, though," Jorah's voice tells them as he rounds his horse up beside them, having ridden up from the rear.

"If not, they'll likely hole up behind their walls. Guerilla attacks, I'm sure," Selmy agreed with the Mormont. "But if I may say so, Your Grace, taking Yunkai does not help to retake Essos. If anything, it will make it take longer. The journey back to Westeros will be pushed back even further."

The Targaryen knew that was the truth, but he didn't care. He could wait. He'd promised Daenerys he would make a change, but he hardly ever returned to his word.

"I promised my sister I would free every slave within my power," Vaegon told the knights assertively. "Once I make a promise, I keep it. No matter what happens."