"Excuse me?"

Barristan's hand reaches for his sword, as Grey Worm braces his spear.

"Stop."

Dany's voice echoes throughout the chamber, and all movement stills. No one utters a sound.

The Queen picks herself up from the throne and walks down the gentle decline towards the others. You can feel the attention of the whole room on you, and the power is intoxicating, as it always has been since the days of the Great Khal.

You place a gentle hand on Selmy's shoulder and he relaxes.

"I do not have a husband or thrall to have attend us in such a manner. Or at least, none that I would happily involve." Your words are reasonable, but laced with ice. "So who might you suggest attends us? And are you to strip here and now? Am I expected to?"

Odo is visibly sweating. The Summer Islanders are on edge.

"Your Sublime Majesty, this is all rather unprecedented. Meereen has never had a ruling Queen. Perhaps we could make a new tradition?"

"I'm listening." Dany replies, levelly.

"Perhaps we simply negotiate bare. That way, we each of us know that we pose no physical threat to each other. No concealed weapons. No tricks. No..." Odo glances towards Grey Worm and backs away a step, "muscle."