Her.

Mero eyed her, what was life without risk? "I cannot help but notice that you are a Queen without a King."

Daenerys' brow raised in return. "You seek a crown of your own?" she asked.

Mero grinned but shook his head, "I am no fool, I am a mere bastard of Bravos.” He looked around the well decorated tent, larger than most homes, adorned with furs and silks from across half the world. “A Queen requires a King, and I am just a Captain. But it would be a shame for someone as beautiful as you to sleep in a cold bed."

"My bed is plenty warm."

"But it could be so much warmer."

Daenerys shifted in her seat, and the sellsword Captain swore she was blushing. "Is that it? Captain. You wish to bed me and then you will break your contract with the Yunkai?"

"Mayhaps."

"Mayhaps?" Daenerys placed her wine cup down, she licked her lips, and stared down at the older, more experienced warrior. "Do you think me a whore? That I would sell myself for the chance of getting a few more soldiers?"

"Of course not, Your Grace." he said in a sickly sweet tone. "But like I said, I am no fool. Is this not how you highborn work? Noblemen selling their daughters to Noblemen for alliances and power? This would be no different."

Daenerys eyed him, "And what would this entail?"

Hesitation was a weakness. Mero stood, the Unsullied that guarded the Queen watched but did not move. He took that as a sign, from the gods, from lady luck, from the Queen herself, it hardly mattered. He stepped forward, before kneeling down beside her, just out of reach.

"I've known a lot of powerful women, but maybe none as powerful as you, Your Grace. Do you know what I have found?" He asked in a half whisper. This could very well be the day he died but it was worth the risk.

"What is that Captain?" She leaned in closer, so close he could see the flecks of gold and green in her violet eyes. So close he could smell the soft scent of her alluring perfume.

"Those powerful women love nothing more than when someone else takes control." Mero dared to lean in even closer. "They want nothing more than to be taken and used. To be fucked."

Daenerys’ eyes widened ever so slightly. "And that is what you offer, to fuck me?"

Something in the way she looked at him, the way the pupils in her eyes grew ever so slightly, the way her lips parted ever so gave him even more confidence. "Have you ever sucked a man's cock your grace?" he dared.

Daenerys' eyes narrowed.

"Taken a man's member between those pouty lips of yours, licked and sucked on him until filled your mouth with his seed?" Mero leaned in even closer.

But Daenerys did not back down, "I have, Captain. Many times, my late husband was quite fond of my mouth."

Mero grinned, "Good, I do like knowledgeable women. That is what I will do to you. And after I cum down your throat I will hold you down and fuck you until you can't take it anymore, until you are out of your mind with pleasure. And then I'll fuck you some more. Maybe I'll shove my cock up that tight little Queenly ass of yours. Would you like that, Your Grace?" Mero side-eyed the dragon lounging beside the Queen. "Your dragons may watch if you like, watch you cum all over my cock like a tavern whore."

"That is all? You will give me Yunkai and all I need to do is let you **** me repeatedly?"

"No, Your Grace," Mero smiled and shook his head, feigning offense, "I will not **** you. I promise that you will want it more than anything you have ever wanted in your life. And I only ask for one night. After that if you have no use for me then so be it."

"Only one night?"

"Only one night." Mero replied, "but if you wish for me to return I would appease my Queen and I promise you will. I promise that after I fuck you will think of nothing else for the entirety of your days. You will dream of me. You will fantasize about me while you rule your people from your throne. When you marry some noble King you will think of me on your wedding night. You'll crave the things I will do to you."

Daenerys' eyes darkened as she judged the man. Arrogant, cocksure, maybe even a fool.

"Stand Captain," she ordered, he did so, and for a half-second he looked uncertain, he eyed the dragons then the Unsullied guards. "Step forward," she ordered, and he obeyed.

Daenerys motioned him forward with a finger until he stood closer still. Close enough he could touch her. Now it was he who stood over her. If he was a stupider man he could reach out, entwine his fingers in her silver-white hair and--