Daenaerys
Her city was a smoking ruin; of that much all could agree. She had arrived on dragon back with a Khalasar some 30,000 strong to defend her people, her children from the Yunkish Slavers, only to find them gone, scattered with the winds, the gates of her city opened and kraken banners flying from the ships in the port. A great battle had been fought in Meeren for control of the city, between her unsullied and her children against the slavers and sellswords of Yunkai. Her city had won, that much was clear, mainly due to Ser Barristan and Ser Jorah's brilliant planning, the city walls had held though the gates had been broken.
According to Ser Jorah, the day would have been lost had it not been for Rhaegal and Viserion, and these people calling themselves Ironborn who came from across the sea, from Westeros, her home. The Ironborn were led by a man named Victarion Greyjoy who claimed to have come on behalf of his brother Euron to help her on her quest to Westeros, though there was some ulterior motive that he had, that she had not yet figured out. Whilst she had been most grateful for his and his men's help against the Yunkishmen she was wary of him and his, keeping in mind the words that Ser Jorah had spoken to her, about Ironborn and their treacherous ways.
Much had been needed to be set to rights before Dany could truly understand all that had gone on in her absence. The gates had been repaired, the walls fixed where the rams and arrows had done their damage, and the bodies of the dead were cremated and given to their loved ones for burial. Amongst the dead lay her old knight, Ser Barristan. The man had fought valiantly for her according to Ser Jorah, had risked his neck for her once she had been thought lost, had imprisoned her husband, the betrayer, had led the defence of the city, had cut down all those who had come in front of him during the battle, only to be burnt by Viserion, in her child's mad fit of rage and battle lust. Dany had not wept when she had seen her old knight's charred carcass, but had merely stared and stared at it for what seemed like hours, unable to fully believe or comprehend that the man was dead.
She had also learnt of the death of Quentyn Martell, the Prince who had come from Dorne to try and win her hand. She had rebuked him, had told him he would be better off returning back to Dorne, and the fool a boy had tried to tame one of her dragons, one her children, to prove he was worthy of her! Did the fool not understand that only one who was of true blood of the dragon could ride and tame a dragon? She had asked her bear that night beneath the sheets. He knew not, her bear, all he knew was that Prince Quentyn had felt spurned and had decided to take matters into his own hands, to his detriment. His companions had disappeared after their friend's death, had disappeared with his ashes, and what tale they would tell the boy's father Dany knew not, nor did she truly care, she was the Martells only hope of getting justice for Elia and her children, against the usurpers dogs, they would have to support her.
Now though was not the time for contemplative thought. Now she found herself sat on her throne waiting in Ghaston's Pyramid for her traitor of a husband to be brought forth for judgement and execution. The doors opened and the herald announced her husband's name. Dany gave the man a cold look before she spoke. "I married you under the assumption that doing so would bring peace to Meeren. And yet it seems that it was you who was working, conspiring, plotting with the Yunkishmen to remove me from power and take it for your own. For these crimes, you shall not die by the sword but shall die by dragon's fire." There was a pause in which Hizhadar whimpered pathetically but Dany was in no mood for listening to his pleas instead she merely whistled, and she watched as two of the unsullied grabbed the man who had once been her husband by the arms and dragged him out to the steps where Drogon was waiting. She waited for a moment, and then closed her eyes when she heard a roar and then a loud scream, signalling the death of her husband.
Dany then turned to look at Victarion Greyjoy who had a look that seemed to be a cross between fear and lust on his face. Speaking as clearly as she could she said "Lord Greyjoy, you have come to Meeren, you assisted in the defence of my city, and for that I and my people thank you. Now I promised you that I would speak to you of your purpose in coming to Meeren, now is that time. So speak, and speak true, for if you lie I shall feed you to one of my dragons."
Once more a look of lust crossed the man's face, and when he spoke Dany could hear subtle hints of desire in his tone, that somehow made her think of Daario. "Your Grace, I have come as an envoy of the Iron Islands, to provide you ships and men to help you reclaim your birthright."
There was some murmuring in the room at that, and Dany saw Ser Jorah look at her pleadingly out the corner of her eye. She merely raised her hand and waited for the room to go silent, once it had she replied. "And what would you want in return for this?"
The man scoffed and said "Myself nothing Your Grace."
Dany merely looked at the man before saying. "I don't believe you Greyjoy, everyone, every man wants something. Now what is it that you want?" Outside she heard Drogon growl and from their respective pyramids she could feel Viserion and Rhaegal growl with frustration.
Greyjoy had the audacity to laugh then. "You truly are your father's daughter. Very well then, I want your hand in marriage Your Grace, in turn for providing the Iron Fleet to getting you to Westeros."
Dany was silent for a long moment, as she thought of what the man had said as well as what Quaithe had once said to her long ago, one to bed, one to ride and one to love. Ser Jorah came up to her and whispered frantically in her ear "Do not tie yourself to this man Your Grace, doing so will alienate any potential allies you might make in Westeros."
Dany turned to look at her bear and simply said. "I am the rightful Queen of Westeros; they shall bend the knee or taste dragonfire. I do not need their help, I need to get to Westeros, and Lord Greyjoy provides a suitable option for this." She turned to face Greyjoy who had a smug look on his face, and she said "Very well Greyjoy we shall be wed. Once the iron throne is mine, so none can dispute the fact."
Greyjoy nodded his acceptance and then walked back to where he had been stood before. Next the herald announced the arrival of the Green Grace of Meeren Galazza Galare. The woman was still dressed in her finery, though the smug smile was replaced by one of fear, perhaps the woman had learnt of what had befallen her friend, just before. She wore no chains, but neither did she make an attempt to escape not with Drogon hovering outside the pyramid, waiting for his fill of flesh and blood. She stopped at the foot of the throne, Dany looked at her with a contemptuous look and her tone was dripping with ice and fire when she spoke. "Green Grace of Meeren. Do you know why you have been brought here?"
The woman remained silent, and so Dany went on. "You have been brought here so that all may know your crimes. As the Green Grace you advised me to bring peace to the realm by marrying Hizdhar, but what your true motive was, was to cause more chaos in my city. Hizdhar was a puppet for the sons of the harpy, and as such came to our wedding bed keen to poison or remove me in any way possible. You worked with the perfumed seneschal to bring about my downfall, why some might ask, why risk everything? Because you are the Harpy are you not Galazza?"
Again the woman was silent and so Dany went on. "The deaths of thousands of innocents are on your hands Galazza; many thousands of people have died during this battle, and for what purpose? So that you could feed your hunger and greed. For that you shall be punished as to how my children were punished. Ser Jorah."
Ser Jorah drew his sword from his scabbard and with a grimace on his face moved toward the Green Grace. Dany watched with some satisfaction as her bear first slit the woman's throat, and then slit her arms and wrists and neck, and then he plunged his sword into her chest and stomach and legs. Once he was done he moved back and Dany nodded for two of the Unsullied to move forward to grab the woman's body. Dany watched as they threw the body out of the pyramid, she would make for a good meal for one of her children she knew.
With that done Dany was silent for a moment and then breathed a sweet sigh of relief, her time in Meeren was done. Westeros awaited her, it was time to claim what was hers by right, what had been stolen from her and her family all those years ago. She was coming home, with fire and blood.