Mero agrees. Dany waits.

Mero bristled but grinned, the audacity of this girl. He stuffed himself uncomfortably back into his pants and gave a glance back at the Queen as the Unsullied escorted him out.

She was staring at him, her face flushed, her eyes lustful. The little dragon slut wanted him as much as he wanted her. He would take this shitty city, and then he would take the Queen.

--- Later that night ---

Maybe it had been the heat or maybe the wine, either way, Daenerys could not believe what she had done. Something about the cocksure Mercenary Captain had put her on edge. His daring bravado had fueled her own.

It had been like a heat-filled dream, the audacity of it. To take a man into her mouth while inside her royal pavilion and in front of her Unsullied guards. Anyone could have walked in, anyone could have seen her. She had no doubt that no Queen in all of history had done such a thing, but she had always said she was going to be unlike any other Queen.

Thank the gods her advisers had not been there, or maybe curse them, if she had not been alone she would have never have dared.

It was just the heat and the wine, she told herself again. An almost giddy sense of disbelief coursed through her as she toyed with the lace string that held her dress on her shoulder. Just the heat and the wine.

A dozen other meetings had followed her encounter with Mero, plans and strategy, arguments and debate. The sun had set hours ago and with it the heat had lessened to an insistent but bearable warmth. Tomorrow the first stages of the siege would be set in motion, the first steps to take down the city would begin. But for tonight she had nothing to do but wait.