(art by alexnegrea on Deviant Art)
“Unsullied!”
Dany galloped before them, her silver-gold braid flying behind her, her bell chiming with every stride.
“Slay the Good Masters, slay the soldiers, slay every man who wears a tokar or holds a whip, but harm no child under twelve, and strike the chains off every slave you see.”
She raised the harpy’s fingers in the air . . . and then she flung the scourge aside.
“Freedom!” she sang out.
“Dracarys! Dracarys!”
“Dracarys!” they shouted back, the sweetest word she’d ever heard

















