Breaker, Broken | Jorah Mormont

Chapter 3

Ser Jorah, Ser Barristan, and Saera readied their weapons as one of the Unsullied leapt out to kill one of the masters, who'd been walking right beside him. Kraznys began to panic, crying out, "Iksan aōha āeksio. Ossēnagon zirȳla! Ossēnagon zirȳla! Ossēnagon zirȳla!" (T: I am your master. Kill her! Kill her! Kill her!)

No one listened. He wasn't their master anymore.

"Dracarys," said Daenerys.

Drogon sent a blast right into Master Kraznys's face, setting him on fire. He steamed as the Unsullied attacked, slaying all the masters in sight and letting their children remain unharmed. Drogon flew overhead, burning everyone who tried to flee.

Saera hadn't even had to kill anyone. The Unsullied were glad to kill all the masters. She stood behind her sister, who led them out of the palace through the orange smoke and over the dead bodies. Daenerys walked through the lines of Unsullied, who filed back into their positions as soon as their task was complete.

She reached a white mare, climbing onto it and addressing them again, "Dovaogēdy. Emā issare buzdari mirre aōha ābrar. Tubī iksā dāez. Mirre vala qilōni jaelagon naejot henujagon kostagon henujagon, se daorys kessa ōdrikagon zirȳla. Jemot kivio ñuhe tepan. Kessa ao ivīlībagon nyke? Hae dāero valoti?" (T: Unsullied. You have been slaves all your life. Today you are free. Any man who wishes to leave may leave, and no one will harm him. I give you my word. Will you fight for me? As free men?)

One of them began to tap his spear against the ground, the others following suit until there was a loud thundering of agreement. Ser Jorah and Ser Barristan shared a look, pleased with the outcome.

The Unsullied marched behind Daenerys on her white mare, stepping on the scepter that she abandoned as they made their way out of Astapor.

"Visērȳs bodmagho ao Valyrio Eglie?" Saera asked, riding beside her sister. (T: Viserys taught you High Valyrian?)

"Īles se mērī run ziry drējī bodmagho nyke," said Daenerys. "Se ao, nyke derēbagon ao gūrēntan iemnȳ se Mele Gaomagon?" (T: It was the only thing he truly taught me. And you, I gather you learned it within the Red Keep?)

Saera nodded, "Ēdan qogror lēda Rhāegār gō se laes hen Valyrīha voktys se voktīkudot. Kepa jeldan īlva naejot gūrēñagon ziry sesīr lo īlon gōntan daor kipagon zaldrīzoti. Nyke bodmagho Visērȳs." She smiled, "Ao ȳdragon ziry hae iā drēje zaldrīzes." (T: I had lessons with Rhaegar under the instruction of Valyrian priests and septons. Father wanted us to learn it even if we would not ride dragons. I taught Viserys. You speak it like a true dragon.)

Daenerys's expression softened. "What I did today. I felt... powerful."

"You are powerful. It is not an easy role to fill. Power is difficult to acquire, and when you have it, it corrupts you easily. As long as you keep your morals, you will be fine. You will be a good Queen. The Unsullied can see that."

That night, Daenerys allowed Saera to braid her hair. Missandei sat with them, watching, and ended up sitting in front of Daenerys so that her hair could be braided as well. Saera would have sang to them if it didn't hurt so much to do it. Everything she'd learned was from Rhaegar.

"Drogon is certainly much happier after his fun today," said Saera, watching as he fried a small chunk of meat for himself. "He's a darling little thing when he's calm. I think Viserion is my favorite." She wiggled closer to him as he fought Rhaegal for their portions. "Rytsas, byka mēre." (T: Hello, little one.)

He tilted his head curiously at her, trilling and almost daring to move toward her. Missandei found this amusing, but Daenerys couldn't help but feel a strange tightness in her chest. She hated that she felt like Saera was invading her life, she hated that she wanted her to stay far away from her dragons.