(Time Skip) Barristan Selmy deals with a broken Daenerys.

He had lived a good life, a life lived by a code. He had risen in station, found fame, won glory, and stood beside Kings and Queens. Even here in this foreign sweltering land they knew his name, Ser Barristan Selmy, Barristan the Bold.

A life of honor and respect. A good life, lived by a good man. Or at least that was what others told him, it was what he told himself.

He passed two Unsullied guards and exchanged emotionless nods as he walked through the hallway of sand-colored brick. The walls were adorned with brightly colored tapestries and art in unfamiliar styles. The air was hot and dry.

A selfless life, an honorable life for an honorable man.

An honorable man, Barristan thought to himself as he made his way through the ancient castle's hallways. Beside him two servants hurried past, their heads hung low. They were beautiful, young, tanned of skin. Both wore white silk dresses that hung loosely from their shoulders. Their hair was done up in an elegant style that would make even a Westerosi lady envious. Around their necks, leather collars were pulled tight around their throats, adorned with an iron loop on their front. There were no servants here, only slaves.

Where was the honor in that? But where had his honor been a decade ago when he stood idly by as Aerys Targaryen descended into madness? When he had stood by as his King tore the realm apart. Where was his honor when he had bent to knee to Robert Baratheon, the man who had usurped his King? An honorable man who had sworn himself to his once enemy, and for what? To stand idly by once again upon King Roberts's death, to do nothing when Cersei Lannister tore the King's will to pieces, arrested and executed Eddard Stark.

Even now in this ancient foreign land, surrounded by this depravity and cruelty he did nothing. Even after all the slavers had done to her, he stood by.

It was her choice he told himself, a lie, he knew. They had broken her like they had broken all the slaves they owned. Like the Unsullied that made up their armies, the men that worked the fields, the women that warmed their beds.

And he had stood by. He had done nothing to stop them, he had done nothing to protect her. He was not noble or brave nor had he lived a good life. He had served tyrants and monsters, just as he did now. This foreign land had shown him that, filled with people who did not look like him, did not speak like him, and did not think like him. They had opened his eyes to the truth of things.

His life of honor had been a lie, a mummer's farce, and it had got him nowhere. Disrespected in front of the royal court, and exiled from his home.

Barristan stopped in front of the door to Kraznys chambers, pausing for a moment as two more Unsullied guards glanced at him before motioning him through.