Being a sibiling to the Dragon Queen has its ups and downs. An advantage, for example, is the fact that you get to visit all these places—you and she thrive on freedom, you thrive on making people happy.

And even if things don't always go as planned, so far you have managed to handle it.

When Daario Naharis offered himself to your sister (and you with it), betting his life on loyalty, you were wary. It wasn't exactly a surprise—after all, one would be a fool to trust a man with as much lack of education as him.

And you tried to trust him, you really did. Everyone around you seemed to be able to do so, after he proved himself over and over, after he so deeply devoted himself to your cause. But you couldn't. And in all honesty, Daario wasn't bothered with that fact.

No, instead he was amused. Amused by your stubbornness, amused by the fact that you didn't have the heart to trust a man who had gotten on his knees and swore fidelity to you.

The city of Meereen was quiet tonight. Or perhaps the weight of the long discussion about the Sons of The Harpy has finally settled as you walked into your chambers.

All you wanted to do was to lay down and rest, forget about duties and war and politics after politics.

But when the door shut behind you, before you could even take a couple of steps further, you found Daario looking around your room with an unbelievable relaxation. As if sneaking into his lady's room was only natural.

"Apologies," he said at least, sensing your presence before he even turned to meet your eyes. He wore the usual hint of a grin on his lips, more than ready to confront you for your behavior. "Your door was locked, so I used the balcony."