The Dragon's Sister || Game Of Thrones (Under Rewrite)

To Be Or Not To Be

It had been some time since Jorah had been banished, and neither Daenerys or Vaeyra were truly concerned over his sudden betrayal. They only showed mercy on him for protecting them for so long that he had even forgotten of his original duty. But they could never forgive him or allow him back in the city as long as they ruled, as long as they lived and returned to Westeros.

   On a normal day of speaking with the commoners, Masters, and Slaves, Daenerys sat on the throne with Vaerya on her right of the large stool-like throne, both looking down at an older man with a growing white beard.

   "Ao iōragon gō Daenērys Jelmāzmo, se Dorzalty, dāria hen mereena, dāria hen andalas se se rhyoynar se se Ēlie Vali. Khalēsi hen Parmenko Embāzmā. Pryjatys hen belma se Muña Zaldrīzoti. Ao iōragon gō Vaerya Dalmafal, se ānogar hen zaldrīzes, tȳne dāria hen mereena, riña hen ñāqa, se zaldrīzes's mandia" (You stand before Daenerys Stormborn, The Unburnt, Queen of Mereen, Queen of The Andals and The Rhyoynar and The First Men, Khaleesi of The Great Grass Sea, Breaker of Chains and Mother of Dragons. You stand before Vaerya Dragonfall, The Blood of The Dragon, Second Queen of Mereen, Lady of The East, The Dragon's Sister.) Missendei translated for the man.

   The older man looked up at his two Queens. "Kirimvose syt seeing nyke, Aōha Engrivies." (Thank you for seeing me, Your Graces.) He said. "Brōzio ñuha iksis fennesz." (My name is Fennesz.) Then he stopped.

   "I can speak the common tongue, if you wish." 

   "You speak it very well." Daenerys said, allowing him to do so.

   "Before you freed me, I belonged to Master Mc'daoi. I was tutor to his children, I taught them languages and history. They know a great deal about you and your sister's family because of me, little Calla is only seven, but she admires you both very much." He explained. 

   Vaerya spoke. "I hope we can prove worthy of her admiration," she said, "what can we do for you?"

   Fennesz looked troubled before continued to speak, as he wanted something neither would possibly imagine of what he wanted in the first place. "When you took the city, the children begged me not to leave the house. But Master Mc'daoi and I agreed that I must. So I lost my home. Now I live on the streets." He said, almost bluntly. 

   "We have outfitted mess halls to feed all former slaves and barracks." Daenerys slightly barked, her voice hardly angry at all.

   "I do not mean to offend, Your Grace, I went to one of these places. The young prey on the old, take what they want and beat us if we resist." He informed.

   "Our Unsullied will make them safe again in short order, my friend, this I promise."

   "Even if they are safe, who would I be there? What purpose would I serve? With my Master, I was a teacher, I had the respect and love of his children."

   Vaerya furrowed her brow. "What is it that you want from us?" She gently asked. 

   "Your Grace, I ask you to let me sell myself back to Master Mc'daoi." He requested.

   But it was not an easy request to allow or refuse. "You want to return to a man who owned you, like a goat or a chair?" Daenerys questioned.

   "Please, Your Grace." Fennesz pleaded. "The young may rejoice in the New World you have built for them, but for those of us too old to change. There is only fear, and squalor. I am not alone. There are many outside waiting to beg the same."

   "We did not take this city to preside over the injustice we fought to destroy, we took it to bring people freedom." A hint of mercy slid into Daenerys's mind.