A journey that should have taken me a mere week ended up devouring the best part of an entire moon.

Despite the mighty engine and top-notch speed of Ladytide, our progress was hindered by the need to slow down for a fleet of medieval ships we were leading.

Every now and then, the Dothraki and the Unsullied would struggle against the wind or battle against the pesky tides that invaded the oceans. I remember one particular moment when I caught our usually silent captain shaking his head vigorously as he gazed at those flimsy medieval vessels.

"I still can't believe I used to captain one of those," he muttered, pointing at the feeble ships. "And even now, I can't fathom that this sea god, Ladytide, is real."

I understood what was going through the captain's mind. It was the same bewildering thought that plagued anyone who laid eyes on our modern marvel for the first time. I mean, I had practically time-traveled by creating Ladytide, so expecting these medieval folks to comprehend the sheer magnificence of the vessel was simply unthinkable. Yet, I must say, I was pleasantly surprised by how quickly the captain and his crew adapted to this newfangled contraption.

Now, as we approached the end of the moon (or what we modern folk would call the end of the month), three weeks and five days had passed since I had forced Viserys and the Dothraki Khal into surrender. Captain Terys informed me that we had entered the territories known as slavers bay, home to Astarpor and Yunkai, our prime targets.

that night, I briefed the Sealord on my plans to disembark in Astapor. Initially, he was a tad concerned that his journey to Yunkai would be delayed, but I quickly put his worries to rest.

Captain Terys would continue sailing towards Yunkai, while I, on the other hand, would stay behind to take care of the hostages I already had.

Captain Terys vehemently objected to this plan. He even offered to leave most of his armed men with me, but I assured him that I had everything under control.

Honestly, if there were ever people who needed a bit of pity, it was Viserys and Ser Jorah. Knowing Daenerys as well as I did, it wasn't hard to predict the unfortunate fate that awaited them. As for being outnumbered, there was no need to fret.

I had complete confidence in myself this time, and if push came to shove, I could easily annihilate the entire army single-handedly. Though I preferred to stay out of direct conflict, as long as the Khal and Ser Jorah behaved themselves, I would leave the judgment to the mother of dragons.

Eventually, Ladytide gracefully rounded the coastline, revealing the magnificent Astaporian harbor. Immediately, the sinister warning bells began to gong as the watchman raised the alarm, mistaking our arrival for an impending attack.

I couldn't help but smile to myself. No need for such alarm, my dear watchman. As long as they comply with my demands, I shall soon be on my way, leaving not a hair on their bald heads touched.

In no time, the port was bustling with curious onlookers, as well as a plethora of household soldiers and some warriors who bore a striking resemblance to the unsullied.

As Ladytide drew nearer, my keen eye couldn't help but catch sight of a crimson flag fluttering alongside the white one, adorned with a harpy sigil. A warning bell chimed, demanding us to halt and state our purpose. Naturally, the astute masters had already taken notice of the returning Dothraki horde and their once-owned army of Unsullied.

Now, this warning was customary whenever a vessel entered the waters under the jurisdiction of another state, but honestly, I found it rather pointless. I mean, I was already here, and even the Almighty knew that if they failed to strike a deal with me, Astapor would crumble to dust before I departed. Nevertheless, I commanded the captain to bring us to a halt.

Making my way to the rear of the top deck, I beckoned the Khal to approach on his ship, and he obliged. With a deliberate motion, I gently lowered Viserys, who still struggled to comprehend his newfound status as my prisoner. Through force levitation, the four of us found ourselves united on the same vessel.

I could see the glimmer of anticipation in the Dothraki Khal's eyes as he pondered his chances. For his own sake, I fervently hoped he would realize that those chances were as mythical as a unicorn.

By this point, I had surpassed the Jedi Standards by a considerable margin.

While I hadn't resorted to murder just yet, I was confident that if the need arose, I could effortlessly eliminate any threat without even laying a finger on my saber.

Frankly, it wasn't particularly challenging; it was as simple as making someone choke on thin air. Of course, I hadn't put it to the test, but I had dabbled in thought bombs, and if I could do that despite its Sith connotations, then choking someone would be a walk in the park. So, Drogo, my dear, tread carefully!

To err on the side of caution, I made sure to have all their weapons confiscated. Our intention was to negotiate a business deal they had previously engaged in, but my ultimate goal was to reverse it.

The sight of these three men eased things, They were after all familiar to the good masters, and once they understood that we were seeking a peaceful resolution, one of the leaders gave the signal.

Slowly, we approached the docking area, and I had my hostages step off the ship before me. I had already activated a protective force field around myself. I was well aware that this was a dangerous game, especially with someone as formidable as Drogo lurking nearby, I had no desire to become a force ghost just yet.

As we set foot on solid ground, familiar faces came into view - well, at least two of them. One of the prominent figures present was Kraznys mo Nakloz, the man I had been particularly eager to meet. It was he who had sold the unsullied to Viserys.

After interrogating the Targaryen prince, I had discovered that, in addition to selling his own sister, Viserys had paid a substantial amount of gold. However, he stubbornly refused to reveal the source of his payment. Since I deemed it unimportant, I saw no need to resort to force.

It was evident that the good masters perceived me as a threat. I mean, a lone individual without an army had managed to capture what they considered to be the most formidable military force in all the known realms. I was nothing short of an enigma, and I preferred to keep it that way.

Now, we had approached close enough, and the soldiers accompanying the good masters stepped forward to impede our progress.

Standing beside Master Kraznys, I couldn't help but notice his slave, Missandei, who always played the role of his translator.

"Hello, Missandei?" I greeted her, momentarily disregarding the masters and offering a genuine smile. It pained me to think of her as a slave, but I reminded myself that this wretched world operated on such cruel principles. It wasn't until one set foot in Essos and witnessed the agony of slavery that they could truly appreciate Daenerys' noble aspirations in the original canon.

My unexpected greeting seemed to catch Missandei off guard. I could see her struggling to comprehend how I knew her name or if I had indeed addressed her before acknowledging her master. However, I swiftly shifted my focus back to the serious matter at hand. Turning towards the slave masters before me, my gaze fixated on Mo Nakloz. "Greetings, great masters," I declared, my eyes scanning over each of them. "I can't say I am pleased to meet you," I added with a hint of disdain. Missandei translated my greeting, likely omitting my lack of respect. A moment of confusion ensued before Naklos stepped forward, his Valyrian words dripping with fury. Though I suspected he had hurled insults my way, according to the translator, none had reached my ears.

"The esteemed master wishes to know the purpose of your visit to the red city," Missandei relayed. For a fleeting moment, I contemplated using force persuasion on the translator to uncover the slaver's true words. However, I deemed it unimportant for the time being.

"Business," I replied, making my intentions clear to the dim-witted masters. "I am here to conduct business, and for their own sake, they better pray that the princess remains unharmed."

Missandei hesitated, her eyes betraying a mix of uncertainty and hope as she attempted to ascertain if I was indeed talking about the princess she was familiar with. It made me wonder if these two ladies had crossed paths in this particular version of events, but with Daenerys being the enigmatic force she was, it was anyone's guess. If I were a betting person, I'd wager it was a look of desperation.

defying the expected protocol where she was only expected to relay what was spoken, the girl Missandei cast her gaze down and I saw drops of tears.

"If it's his sister you are seeking my lord, I am afraid it's already late," she said pointing at Viserys.

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