War of Yunkai
I remembered how it went in the canon story. The so-called "wise masters" of Yunkai were scared shitless when they saw the unsullied army of Daenerys. They came to her with gold and the promise of ships to carry her troops to Westeros if she leaves them alone. Although I was not sure that the wise masters of this world will be the same, from the information I had gotten from some of the bed slaves of Astapor, their attitude will most likely remain the same. It meant an opportunity.
In the canon, the wise masters had hired the Second Sons. their 'best sellsword band' to use against Daenerys. But thanks to her charm, Daario Naharis betrayed his own leaders and Daenerys ultimately got the Second Sons under her command. Unfortunately I didn't have that luxury. Thanks to the time limit I had set on myself to conquer all the three cities of Slaver's Bay, I couldn't wait patiently to play games. To wait until they made the mistake of hiring mercenaries, to sneak men through secret gates and play clever tricks.
Not that I need to do something like that with Drogo at my side. Especially not with forty thousand Dothraki warriors under my command. This time my Dragons didn't need to hide. I had no intention of sitting around doing nothing and letting the cities make their moves.
So here we are, preparing ourselves behind the hills outside the Yunkai's walls. The sun has yet to go down completely. And when it does we will attack. The air was tense with anticipation and the smell of horses and sweat. Instead of sneaking in my forces like canon Daenerys, I'm about to smash the front door down with fire.
The difference is simple. Yunkai's not a soldier city. Their pride is bed slaves. They train girls and boys to serve in silk, not in steel. They've got their so-called slave guards, sure, but those men fight because chains force them to. That's not an army, that's desperation with spears. Once the gate is ash, the rest of the city is already mine. They don't have the numbers or the loyalty to hold us back.
Still, it's not just about burning a door and screaming "charge." If I throw the whole khalasar in at once, it'll be chaos. Chaos that I don't want. Horses trampling, slaves panicking, masters hiding in holes, is the last thing I needed for a decisive victory. What I need is precision. So the plan's simple.
Drogon burns the gate.
Five thousand riders go in first, only five. Their job isn't slaughter, it's capture. Slave guards, city watch, anyone carrying weapons. I doubt they have any idea about our presence yet. I had ordered to slow down our March considerably the moment we got close to the city. And since our forces are hiding behind the hills, we still have the surprise factor. So anyone with his slave collar and a weapon will be captured and anyone without a slave collar and a weapon will be killed.
And once the guards are down, once the wall is mine, I will climb up and address the city. Every chain in Yunkai will hear me. It won't be a problem with my magic amplification skill. I don't need them to believe me at first. I just needed them to understand that I could grant them their freedom only if they wished. A show of power will be more than enough. Once they see me standing above them with fire in the sky they will definitely rise. After that, the rest of the khalasar will ride in as a storm that sweeps away the masters and leaves the slaves standing free.
No secret passages. No waiting games. Just a clean strike.
I turned to Drogo, who looked like he was born for this moment, firelight dancing across his scarred chest. He'd been watching the city gates like a wolf stares at a pen of sheep.
"This is how we do it," I told him, jabbing my finger at the map spread across a rock between us. "Drogon burns that gate, turns it into ash. You take five thousand inside first. Not to kill, to capture. You choke their guards, strip them of weapons, tie them down. No chaos, no free blades to cut at our flanks."
Drogo grinned, sharp as a blade. "Only five thousand? The rest wait like women?"
"They wait because they'll crush the city after," I said, heat rising in my voice. "This part has to be clean. If all forty thousand pour in, the city turns into madness. Slaves running, masters hiding, fire everywhere, and I don't want that. I don't need a firestorm inside the walls of the city that will soon be mine. I need it to be done in order. I need them to look up and see the truth of what's coming."
He laughed low, the sound of thunder in his chest. "The Khaleesi wants a pretty war. Fine. Five thousand will ride with me. I'll bring you the masters' dogs, crawling and broken."
I smirked. "And when they're broken, I'll climb that wall and speak. Every man, woman, and child in Yunkai will hear me. No chains will be held after tonight."
Drogo's grin softened into something else. Pride, maybe. He reached for me, rough hand against my cheek. "You speak like a khal. You speak like fire."
I leaned into him, just for a heartbeat. The scent of his sweat is more than enough to turn me horny.
"After Yunkai falls," I whispered, my voice low so only he could hear, "I'll be yours tonight. Be as rough as you want. Fill my womb with your seeds until I can't take it anymore."
His eyes burned hotter than the torches. He bent his forehead against mine, breathing deep. "Then I'll tear down this city for you, moon of my life."
And I believed him.
The horses stomped the ground, impatient. Drogon growled above, wings flexing against the stars, hungry for flame. The walls of Yunkai stood firm, but they were just painted stone. They didn't know what was coming.
I looked at the setting sun one last time and smiled to myself. No more waiting. No more games. Fire first, freedom after.
Tonight, Yunkai will fall.
...