The Next Day-

Jon opened his eyes to the beyond bright, seething sun. The searing warmth that twisted his body was not from the scorch of the sun, but a feeling he did not recognize for more than a year. Something deep that gives him a choice. Free will. And with it, the fear of drowning with death gone, replaced with joy. The relief and glee made him want to yell. Finally free from of the days deep in the pits and nights in rot and blood. Thick blood running down and masking himself. No more, ultimately able to have a say and finally live.

The previous night passed in what seemed to be moments. Finding sleep quicker than any in the past several years. Sitting up he took a look around still amazed at what he saw.

The room he was given was anything that he recognized. Resting near the top of the pyramid and a certain glow and gracious space. With a balcony and a clear outlook of the city, the view a spectacle. Seeing as far as the harbor, ships coming and going.

Around the room, white and gold trim furniture was scattered throughout, with enough space for three previous bedrooms. Not only enough room for twenty men but with a warm breeze against his humid body. Something to sooth.

But nothing could compare to the fluffy bed he had slept on. Always associated to the sticks and snow with an eternally dread they carried since the watch.

Gaining his composure the sound of a bang sounded at his door. With a groggy mind he stood, stumbling forward.

"Yes?" Jon asked, rubbing his eyes.

"May I enter?" Someone unfamiliar asked, their voice rigid.

"Yes." The door creaked open to an older man with a white beard in heavy set armor. The armor not ostentatious but practical.

The old man looked over the young man and found him half asleep. "Did I catch you at a bad time?" He asked seeing the disheveled young man.

"No, no. Just never slept for so long. Need to get my bearings." The knight knew this well, specifically after a battle.

"That happens, and after what I've heard, you needed it…"

"Yeah, I guess so."

"Excuse me, I am Ser Barristan Selmy" Jon knew that name better than most. Hearing story's from his family and reading tales of him as well as Ser Arthur Dyane and the many knights of the kingsguard.

"Ser of the kingsguard?" Jon asked confused to see him here of all places.

"No longer. Now of the queensguard, and proud of it."

"You knew my father."

He nodded. "I met him a sparse number of times. And I can say that he was honorable as many say. Mayhaps even more… I'm sorry for what happened." Now was not the time.

"What brought you across the narrow sea? Can't say I seen many knights from westeroes."

"Nothing, not my choice. But the boy king." Nothing else needed said.

"I see, he has ruined more lives than he could ever fathom."

"I don't think he would care… But back on point, our queen has sent me with a task. She wishes to speak to you directly but she has many her obligations. So she has given me the task to train with you. See what you can do before a battle."

Jon nodded. "Nothing would be better."

"Then, no time to waste." With no further instruction Jon grabbed what was needed and left with the kingsguard. Down the halls the man's armor sounded all the way.

"This place is remarkable. Must have taken them ages to build it."

"Aye. Can't say I know myself. Do my duties and that's all." They reached a room double the size of the hall in Winterfell. Massive in size with bright open windows and numerous axes, swords and spears lining the walls. "We have a number of weapons as you can see. The finest in Meereen. Handpicked by me, can't have a bad blade in combat… Go on, you can choose one." Jon lined the wall grabbed a blunt blade.

"Fancy with a sword?"

"Never had a go with an axe or mace."

"Me neither, only in those desperate times. When my enemy is bearing down on me and i need something in my hand." Jon knew that all to well, finding whatever he could to strike his opponent when needed.

The man grabbed the hilt of his weapon, puling the weapon from his sheath. "Let's see what you can do." Jon closed the distance and they stood in silence.

In no time it was the queensguard to answer first with a flurry aimed for his head, but Jon parried this, than his stomach, another parry and finally his leg. Jon blocked the oncoming attacks with ease and answered with his own slashes. For the next few hours the queensguard tested the young combatant seeing what he could do. The room filled with the clangs of steel. The old man watched the quick flurries and respond accordingly.

After hours of this unknown to Jon the queen stood leaning against the door. With a small smile watching her new addition. Jon's flurries were easy to flow. For minutes she watched as the two moved back and forth until the young man finally bested his opponent.

Before she could greet the young man grey-worm bowed before her. "Your grace, you are needed."

"What is it?"

'The master from last night. He has come looking, like you said." Dany scoffed.

"Right. I will deal with him accordingly. The quicker I get this over with, the better."

The throne room-

Inside the substantial room several unsullied stood at the doors and stairs, while only one master in the center. The unsullied erected themselves before the master, not leasing their eyes fall from him. After an hour they needed to retain a vigilance and their eyes firmly on the man.

"You will wait… If I must tell you once more, you will leave." The unsullied had to repeat for the third and hopefully last time.

"You kept me here long enough. I am not a man to have delayed. Places to be, fighters to train and whip."

"You will wait." The unsullied repeated, causing the master to grow livid as he had enough.

"Is that all you know to say? Damn unic." To the master's annoyance he finally saw the queen arrive into the room after an hour with nothing amiss.

Dany sat at the top of the stairs without so much as a word articulated. Without a care to grace herself. The master flurried in motion, his body shaking with resentment in his bones. Taking a full step forward he lost his place and procedures before a queen, not waiting a second for her to respond.

"Where is he? I sent him here last night and I hear nothing in return. You asked for him and I deliver. But do not test my patience. I grow weary."

The queen ignored him and took a moment. "Are you so above formalities that you will not bow?" The master ignored the question and did not bother.

"Where is he? I have no time for your tricks." He declared.

"What tricks? And whom do you speak of? There are plenty here."

The man scoffed. "Don't be coy with me, queen. You know who. I will not be made a fool for your enjoyment. I am not like these others with no deference. Me on the other hand, will have respect!" The man demanded only to receive none.

The queen retained her face emotionless, not a sight of emotion. "Those who ask for respect, receive none." The master fuming. "Tell me, I will need you to enlighten me. Who?" the man stood tall feeling the unsullied eyes searing into the back of his head. He felt naked here.

"My slave." He affirmed with a confidence.

"There is no slave here."

"I know he is here, you can't deceive me."

"He is a slave no longer, and he is not yours. Jon is a free man, to do as he pleases. You and your master's will never see, touch or talk to him again." She declared to him, her eyes with intensity never amiss from his.

The master felt the anger coil up his skin, his fists clenched, teeth gritting. No one not ever removed a slave from his service. No one came against the master's. All but except for her. "You can't make that choice!"

His words unfazed her. Nothing but utters in the air. "Do not tell me what I can, and cannot do. I do not believe I need to tell you, I am your queen… He is free, and no longer in your grasp. You will accept this leave and with no one… Do you understand?" She asked leaning forward.

The master sensed that irritation and distress framing himself. "You will give him back!" the master proceeded a few steps, advancing. The unsullied took a step of their own. A spear in hand, they rested the point against the master's face. The piercing point inactive not an inch from the master's eyelid.

At in instant he came to a halt, sweat lining his concerned face, Identifying death close on him. His wealth meant nothing now. All of his immune power meant nothing but spit.

"Do not test me! You will leave, and under no circumstances catch a glance of him again… If you disobey, their will be consequences… It has been to long since my dragons have tasted a meal… Do I have to repeat myself?"

He grunted, feeling feeble here. "Yes."

"Then, I will say no more." With nothing else to add she stood but with one preceding look into his eyes. Her own never fading from his, never blinking, telling him his place, then she left the room.

The sound of her footsteps echoed as the master stood, never had he felt feebleness as he stood there.

"You can go." The unsullied stated to the unmoving man. Instead the master took another step forward toward the stairs leading to the queen. What he did not expect was a push causing the master to lose his footing and fall back onto the floor with a thud.

His clock ripped as he scrambled to compose himself in silence. Never had he felt such shame. "You have no idea what you have done! I am a respected noble and you are nothing but cockless boys!" these yells fell on nothing and no one.

"You will leave." The unsullied had to repeat himself proceeding he shoved the master again.

Dany left with unsullied at her rear and found her way back to the training area to find Jon still in a bout. Now with sweat lining his exposed body to her delight. She entered as the two men quickly took notice and bowed.

"You have done quite well." She told the young man.

"He is better than any I have trained."

"Good… Leave us." She told to the older knight whom left. Jon stood, alone.

"What is it your grace?" He asked.

"You will no longer have any problems with your slaver."

"What? What happened?"

"He came to take you back in chains. But your days as a slave are over, now and forever."

He felt the rush in his veins. "I am in your debt."

"You owe me nothing." She wrapped her hand on his shoulder. Jon stood before his queen with a smile. A smile the two shared.