A broken Daenerys.

Two more Unsullied waited inside, they regarded him but did not move. Instead, he stepped forward and entered the chambers like he had done a hundred times before.

Kraznys was standing staring out the window, Missendai, his translator wrote something down at a desk as he spoke.

'Defense,'

'Surrender,'

'War,'

'Dragons,'

His Valyrian was still poor, he struggled to pick up the words but he recognized a few. But it wasn’t what Kraznys was saying that drew his attention but Daenerys Targaryen. He glanced over to where she lay, his Queen. Her silver-blonde was hair splayed out on the bed, her body covered in a sheen of sweat, naked and exposed, toned muscles, tanned skin, her robe open as she lay eyes half hooded, her lips stained blue as she stared aimlessly into nothing. Her hand rested just below her breast, drawing lazy aimless circles over her damp skin. He could see Kraznys' seed spilling out from between her legs.

He heard a chuckle and tore his attention away from the young woman he had sworn to protect.

Kraznys started speaking too fast for him to follow.

"Our Master wishes to know if you like what you see." Missendei said her eyes trained on the ground.

He shook his head, not sure what to say.

This response was good enough to warrant another laugh from the slave master and another string of words he could not place.

"We move towards Volantis at sunrise he says." Missendai translated. "He wishes to know how long it has been for you,"

His silence was seemingly enough of an answer as Kraznys’ grin grew wider.

Barriston Selmy had known a lot of men in his time. Kings, Queens, Princes and Princesses, from Great Lords to the common man. He had seen tyrants and honorable knights but Kraznys was a different thing altogether. There was an arrogance there that rivaled any King and a complete lack of empathy for the people around him. He truly saw Daenerys Targaryen as a thing, a tool to be used in every way possible.

Krazny grinned, then started speaking Valyrian again.

Barristan watched as the copper-skinned translator blushed at his words. She kept her eyes trained on the ground

"The wise master says he understands. There is nothing like--" she paused, "--nothing like a Valyrian cunt. Nothing as warm and wet and tight. He understands it is difficult to go back to a common whore after having experienced perfection."

Kraznys grinned and moved to leave but stopped by the old knight. He placed one hand on his shoulder.

"You protect her, you die for her," Kraznys said, his common was broken and thickly accented but understandable. "It only fair you get to have her, no? Until dawn, she is yours." He left then without another word, his translator slave followed suit leaving him alone with Daenerys.