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( ACT II; the age of the dragon. ) ⟵ ◊ ⟶ chapter 9: infiltration of yunkai.
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DAARIO Naharis, Vaegon's newly but reluctantly appointed captain, volunteered to lead the attack on the city. After killing his own superiors and swearing fealty to him the night before, Vaegon had chosen to allow him to be stationed among his inner circle for the time being despite his weariness from a brief discussion with Daenerys about the situation. He hadn't sworn fealty to him, but her, it seemed. The sellsword had killed his superiors for what he assumed was for his sister as well, and not him. He'd have a hard time finding himself trusting the man to any degree.
The infiltration of the city would be carried out via a lightly defended back gate, Daario explained to Vaegon and the other advisors, where the team would enter the city and open the main gates to allow the full invasion of the combined Unsullied and Second Sons forces to enter the city.
Jorah had voiced his opinion of the matter on their way to the receiving tent, where they'd gathered to assess the plan. The knight was worried the lieutenant was merely there as an assassin by the Yunkish after the unpleasant visit with the city's herald, with Vaegon having similar suspicions.
Vaegon was skeptical of the plan as well, to say the least, as much as he was of the sellsword who would be leading it. If Daario's loyalties were so easily shifted for something such as the beauty of Daenerys, what could he do to Vaegon? He'd been sure to be cautious of anyone he considered trusting, but Daario had somehow forced his way into Vaegon's service. Making sure to be cautious, the king was ready for any outcome, be it victory or betrayal.
Turning his violet eyes to his Unsullied commander, the only one who had yet to voice an opinion, the Targaryen asked, "What do you think, Grey Worm?" The king shot the sellsword a look, brow raised. "Do you trust it?"
The Unsullied commander remained quiet and stoic as he usually did while Vaegon waited for him to answer his question.
"I do, Your Grace," the commander replied. Though his reply was short and to the point, Grey Worm's input was enough for Vaegon, as the eunuch was his most trusted advisor, second to Jorah.
Upon the conclusion of the brief, Vaegon crossed his arms as an excited grin spread on his face. "And if you decide to betray me, I'll have your throat slit in an instance," he promised the sellsword somewhat jokingly. "Are we all prepped to leave within the hour?" He asked, looking to Jorah, Selmy, Grey Worm, and Daario. Seeing their expressions of confusion, he cocked a brow and looked between them all.
"Your Grace, forgive me, but you were not planning to join the infiltration team, were you?" Selmy asked the king as respectfully as he could.
Vaegon, confused, let out an airy laugh. "We'll, of course. Why wouldn't I?" He watched as the three advisors and his commander gave each other looks until Jorah spoke up for all of them.
