Daenerys fights her way free

At least that's what he would have thought. Instead, she wrenched on his cock as hard as she could pulling him down to her.

He screamed and joined her on the ground.

Daenerys wasted no time, she reached down and grabbed as much sand as she could in her hands and jammed it into his eyes. Then threw all her weight into him, driving her shoulder into his face and knocking him over. He fell in a heap, one hand clutching his cock, the other his face. She barely gave the three other shocked men a second glance. She stood and ran.

She ran as fast as she could, nearly tripping over her dress. Her ornate slippers slipped in on the sandy stone streets. She heard the Harpies behind her yell, her would-be rapist still on the ground groaning.

They would chase her, and they would catch her. She would never outrun them. She couldn't escape, not like this. She pushed her way out of the alley into a crowded street.

Dozens of people, maybe hundreds, all hurrying away from where the fighting had broken out. She turned and looked, watching as the horde of people pushed their way away from the chaos. Away from where the fighting had initially broken out, away from where she needed to go.

"Dragon bitch!" she heard from behind her. She turned and looked, seeing the Harpy's closing the distance. She slipped into the crowd following their movement further away from her Unsullied.

They would find her. Her white dress, her silver-blonde hair and pale skin made her stand out like a flower waiting to be plucked. She couldn't outrun them, she couldn't hide, she needed a plan.