The streets of Mereen were eerily quiet. Torches and braziers illuminated the main sections of the city, but the Golden Company moved in the shadows of unwatched alleys and through buildings left abandoned by Daenerys Targaryen's violent arrival in the slaver city.
Where they encountered members of her Unsullied, strength of numbers proved enough to bring down the slave soldiers before they could raise an alarm.
It wasn't until they burst into her chambers that Daenerys even knew she was under attack.
The man, old and as cold as the rock from which he might have been cut, regarded her with disdain as she held her silk bedding up around her. To her side, Daario Naharis came to his feet and reached for his weapon.
"Stay your hand, sellsword," Stannis Baratheon warned him, "You're outnumbered. Is this piece of Targaryen meat worth dying for?"
"I am the Mother of Dragons!" the Khaalesi shouted at the intruder, "Who dares enter my chambers with a weapon drawn?"
"You are a usurper and a whore," Stannis replied, "And I am the One True King of Westeros. You will bend the knee or be destroyed".
"I will do no such thing!"
He moved with more speed than she would have thought possible. He buried Lightbringer up to the hilt between her breasts.
Drew-Sta is dead. He was Daenerys Targaryen, House Targaryen Aligned Mother of Dragons.
He turned to the others who his men had captured during their raid on the palace.
"What's it to be," he addressed the eunuch, the sellsword, and the slaver, "Will you bend the knee or be destroyed?"
One by one, they bent the knee.
It is still night. Actions sent in cannot be changed unless they had targeted Drew-Sta (none). I am still waiting on seven more orders.
