The Bold

Months Ago...

There was a man on a mission, to find the last Targaryens and serve them better than he did their father and brother.

Alas, when he found himself in Pentos he received word of Viserys death, but never yielded in finding the other two. His sorrow grew upon hearing of Drogo's death, who was married to Princess Daenerys Targaryen and after that heard nothing and fell into a pit of shame, he failed the family who gave him purpose once more.

He served Jaehaerys the second, defeating Maelys the Monstrous during the War of the Ninepenny King. He served Aerys and saved his life during the Defiance of Duskendale, though he regretted it after years when his King turned mad. He served Crown Prince Rhaegar on the Trident and failed to protect him in the battle.

Now he had failed Viserys, Daenerys and Daeron Targaryen. It was his fault, he should have been faster and depended on his duties to drive him. He later found himself at the edge of the world in a tavern in Volantis, to put himself into a cup of ale to grieve and hate himself for failing to do his duties. He downed another cup of ale and was waiting for another when he heard two sailors speaking over their meals, what they said had him listening intently.

"I can't believe Qarth is housing Dothraki in their city, before long the place will be sacked." One man said to the other, his tone serious and certain. The other sailor barked out a laugh, unaffected by the man's opinion.

"Good to them then, that place refused me port once: Did I tell you that? If anything that place is destined to burn by that Targaryen those savages follow... "

The sailor's statement echoed in his mind as he got himself up from the chair, his head was dizzy from the drink but he was able to climb up to his room and draw himself a bath, to clean himself before he leaves for Qarth. Looking at a map he saw it was a long way, best he goes on a horse rather ship and be founded by pirates and slavers. He got his armor on and was out of Volantis after a day to sober up, his mission is resumed and he will move with haste.

I'm coming my King, just hold your movements...

Months Later...

Daeron

Daegon dived into the sea and brought out a large fish, he threw it upwards and breathed flame on the meal and would have eaten it but Wildfyre took it and flew away with Daegon and later Vaeleris as well. He watched them giddily, they have gotten so big in only the short time since they have left Qarth to the former King Xaro. The Greatest City That Ever Was had fallen to plague and ghost grass after he destroyed the House of the Undying, Xaro in the chaos had been assassinated by a new Thirteen that rose in the carnage.

"They are growing fast, my King." He turned to Jorah who noticed the same thing he had, and a smile resided on his person.

"Indeed... But not fast enough." He stated the fact and that tore away at the smile he was wearing, his children won't be big enough before he reaches Westeros but a man can hope, can he?

He looked at their first destination with distaste, the city of Astapor and one of the remnants of old Ghiscar. He turned to his adviser, doubtful of their need for slave soldiers.

"Tell me again, you said the soldiers we need are in Westeros. So why come here to get them? Slaves of all people." He asked and the knight shrugged. That wasn't so assuring to him.

"It doesn't hurt to already have an army at your back, and we don't truly know how bad things have gotten since Xaro told you Robert died. The Unsullied are some of the greatest soldiers in the known world, unparalleled in the sword, spear, and shield." He heard Jorah explain to him, it still didn't feel right to buy an army rather than bring loyal men with him to Westeros.

Growing up on the run, he and Dany seen many cities and many housing slaves: Quite ironic considering Lys, Myr and Pentos are 'Free' cities. Dany also had different opinions on the practice where he only slightly disliked it but saw it wasn't going away so they would have to live with it. Dany hated the practice and once said and suggested that Viserys should help end it when he reclaims the Seven Kingdoms.

Deciding to put the conversation to bed, he would ask Jorah another inquiry he had with one of the books he obtained about Westeros.

"Ser. I read that the Kingsguard are meant to protect the royal family, but why only seven? What if the King had cousins and uncles, or children and grandchildren, how would seven knights protect them?" He asked as they neared Astapor, Jorah let out a sigh and stayed silent until he wasn't.

"The Kingsguard: Some of the greatest and most lethal masters of the sword, or spear or any weapon they choose. Your father had some of the greatest such as Ser Arthur Dayne the 'Sword of the Morning', Ser Gerold Hightower the 'White Bull', Ser Oswell of House Whent and Prince Lewyn Martell of Dorne. The greatest of them was Ser Barristan Selmy the 'Bold' who saved your father and I fought alongside the man in the Greyjoy Rebellion." He was in awe, his father had all of these great men to serve him, yet with what he's heard of the 'Mad King' it seemed he didn't deserve such loyalty.

"I wonder who I will pick to be my seven, hey how about you?" He perked up after thinking on it, Jorah was shocked at his offer.

"Uhh, my King perhaps you should choose others who have more honor than I, I have done a- " He cut the old Knight off, didn't want to hear no from him.

"I pardon you from your sin you committed, and before that Viserys and Dany did the same thing. Yes, you sold two poachers but they had broken the laws first as I recall." He explained and Jorah didn't seem so convinced, "You've been a loyal friend to me; to Dany too! Jorah of House Mormont. When we go home I want you to be apart of my Kingsguard, a knight from the North." He offered with sincerity because he meant it because Jorah had been holding the shame he committed for so long, its about time he set that shame loose and embrace a new life. Jorah sighed and knelt to one knee, resigning to the request.

"I accept, to serve you and protect you with my life if needs are." He helped the Knight rise to his feet, looking Jorah in the eye.

"We'll need to find you a white cloak, and some finer armor if what I've read said anything. Ser Jorah Mormont of the Kingsguard."

His ship soon docked and they walked towards the meeting where they would see the owner of the Unsullied, from what he's heard of is that the man isn't so kind or gracious. They had to even wait at least a day before they would see him, it infuriated him to no end since he doesn't want to remain here much longer than he needs to be, he wants to get his army and get going. However, they will need more ships, enough for at least five or six thousand, perhaps all of them.

He was woken the next day and was brought with Jorah, Kovarro, Rakharo and six of the hundred men he took from Xaro to meet Kraznys, he was met at the entrance by a young woman, perhaps a year or two older than himself.

She was strikingly beautiful, copper-colored skin and dark hair. She had a slender body, full breasts and a pair of attractive dark eyes. He smiled kindly but she didn't have a single change in her expression, so much for the few females in his life that said he had some charm. The smile, however, had changed to a frown when he saw the familiar collar around her neck that he's seen on most slaves in Essos, no wonder she wasn't affected by him.

"My Lady, I assume you are here to show us to Lord Kraznys." He inquired, he wouldn't say master to a slave, it's already demeaning that they are forced to labor for free and punishment when they disobey or question their lives and position. She seemed placated by his way of speaking and gave him a hint of a smile, more like a ghost and spoke, her voice was soft and gentle and reminded him of his beloved sister.

"Yes, please follow me."

The first and last impression of Kraznys was very straight-forward, he was an arse. Half the questions he asked the slaver about the twenty Unsullied he saw was met with very rude comments, calling him a boy or small woman by his looks which irritated him, and the woman he met tried her best to not recite the same insults and instead gave him the answers he was asking for. It got to a point where he asked if they are brave, Kraznys answered by cutting off the nipple from one of the men, that was a little too far to be proving a point.

The Unsullied seem stalwart, the woman said they had stood a day and night with no food or water. Upon asking how they are trained he would say he was impressed, they would train from dawn to dusk until they've mastered the sword, shield and three spears. He's read about them and heard they are made on the backstory of the infamous Ghiscari Legions of old. Then came the mutilation and the origins of how Unsullied are brought up.

They were castrated at birth, and when grown to manhood they are sent to murder a child to kill their emotions. It was horrendous but Kraznys went on about saying they are unbendable and loyal to a fault to whoever owns them, true warriors and the man boasted before insulting him once more. He played the fool, he understands everything that was said to him and won't forget it anytime soon. He and his companions left shortly after, he was thinking about what to do.

He and Jorah were walking along the port, the people call it the walk of punishment and he saw men, women, and children crucified and he felt outright disgusted with it, is this how Astapor truly treats its people? If so then to the deepest of hell they deserve to go.

"I don't like this. I don't want to lead slaves, to be their master." He brought up the topic again, Jorah and him stopped with his eye staring right at one of the suffering men.

"Do you think they will have better lives remaining here, or serving you? You won't punish them, or mutilate them to make a point. No, they will be far happier or more content under you than any other that Kraznys would sell them to." Maybe Jorah was right, maybe they will be far better under him but he fears many will die in the coming battles. They got away from the Walk of Punishment and onto a much better setting, he saw a child who smiled at him and followed them.

Along the way the child stopped and rolled over to him a wooden ball, he gestured to hand it back but the girl made a twisting motion with her hand, she wanted him to open it. Caution would have pushed him to roll it back anyway and be on his way, but instead, he did as she requested and twisted the ball open.

Before he could the object was knocked out of his hand and he stumbled to the ground, he quickly got to a knee and went for a dagger. Jorah held back the stranger who attacked him. He heard clicking and turned to see a creature coming out of the ball, it looked like a scorpion but a dark shade of green and it darted after him, he ran the dagger down and slew the scorpion, meanwhile the stranger got free and chased the girl who jumped off the port and into water but no splashing sound was heard. Instinct forced him to look left and saw the girl again, she hissed at him and ran off.

Jorah helped him up, he groaned in irritation, "The Warlocks. I thought I killed them in their tower, should've been thorough." He stated, then turned to the stranger and sheathed his dagger. "I owe you my life, Ser." He uttered, grateful for the assistance in him surviving death once more.

"The honor is mine, my King." The man removed his hood and he didn't recognize him, but he seemed Westeros. Jorah stepped in front of him, a shocked expression placed on his face.

"Jorah, do you know this man?" He asked his friend, who answered back as quickly he asked.

"I know him. He's one of the greatest fighters Westeros has ever seen." Jorah turned towards him, a serious expression on his face, "And as Lord Commander of Robert Baratheon's Kingsguard." His face darkened where he turned to the man who saved him, why would Roberts Kingsguard be here of all places.

"King Robert is dead. I have been searching for you, Daeron Seaborn, to ask your forgiveness. I was sworn to protect your family, and I failed them." The Knight took a knee and was sincere when he was speaking to him, "I am Barristan Selmy, I served your father. Allow me to join your Kingsguard and I will not fail you again."