The two men drop their weapons simultaneously and I follow Daenerys as she turns and walks away.
                          
"I thought that they would have more sense, your Grace." I shake my head. "We will be arriving in Mereen today."
                          
She sighs. "Men... they truly have no sense." she turns to me and Missandei. "Especially when it comes to showing off."
                          
We laugh. 
                          
The first few hours of the trip is enjoyable, Daenerys and I talk together as we ride, every time she smiles at me I pray that she gives me a look similar to the looks she and Daario exchange, but it never happens.
                          
"How has training been lately?" she asks.
                          
I look behind me, thankfully the others are too far behind to hear us. "Good your grace. Now that Daario and Ser Barristan have finally gotten over their stubbornness and decided to train me, I feel like I improve every day, but I long for a chance to prove myself."
                          
She nods. "I understand. But you prove yourself every day. Training twice as hard as any of them, you defy expectations. You speak Valyrian like a native. There is no need to prove you are amazing. Because you are."
                          
I do my best to stay composed. "Thank you, Daenarys," I say in Valyrian.
                          
"How are your dreams of late?"
                          
I shift uncomfortably. "Fine your grace."
                          
I hope she couldn't see through my bald-faced lie. In truth, I mostly only dream of Jon Snow. The poor man is having a hard time. He was kidnapped by wildlings beyond the wall, he's joined their ranks as a farse, and fallen in with a wildling woman named Ygritte. He is thankful for our talks on the odd night, someone to rant to when he needs it. But I worry about his safety.
                          
She smiles. "That bad huh? Would it help you to talk to me about them?"
                          
I really do want to tell her about Jon Snow, but I still haven't figured out why it is that I can talk with him, and in truth, I fear her reaction when she finds out. 
                          
"I'm sorry my queen. Maybe... soon."
                          
She nods. "I understand. But do not let it get bad, I cannot lose my best Queensguard."
                          
"Of course your Grace."
                          
She looks to the side to see a beautiful outlook of the ocean. She turns her horse in the direction of the outlook and I follow, we dismount our horses and look at the ocean together in silence.
                          
Missandei joins us soon after.
                          
Daenerys smiles at her. "Have you ever been to Meereen?"
                          
"Several times, Your Grace, with Master Kraznys." Says Missandei.
                          
"And?"
                          
"They say 1,000 slaves died building the Great Pyramid of Meereen."
                          
Dany smiles. "And now an army of former slaves is marching to her gates. You think the Great Masters are worried?"
                          
"If they're smart, Your Grace."
                          
I hear footsteps approach, and we all turn to see Daario Naharis come toward us.
                          
Dany looks away annoyed. "You were told to ride at the back of the train."
                          
"Yes, my queen. But I need to speak to you about something important. A matter of strategy." He looks at Missandei and me.
                          
She sighs and motions for us to leave her.
                          
"Your Grace," Missandei says as she leaves.
                          
I go to leave too but feel a hand on my arm, Daenerys smiles at me. "Not you Nyla, any matter of strategy you can discuss with Nyla as well." She turns back to him. "All right, what is this matter of strategy?"
                          
Darrio shows her a beautiful blue flower that he was holding behind his back. "A dusk rose."
                          
She rolls her eyes and starts to walk back to her horse. "Would you like to walk at the back of the train instead of riding?"
                          
He shows her another flower. "And this one's called lady's lace."
                          
I glare at him as I walk on the other side of her.
                          
"Would you like to walk without shoes?" She mumbles.
                          
"You have to know a land to rule it. It's plants, it's rivers, it's roads, it's people. Dusk rose tea eases fever. Everyone in Meereen knows that. Especially the slaves who have to make the tea. If you want them to follow you, you have to become a part of their world. Strategy." She stops walking to listen to him, and he pulls out a red flower. "Harpy's Gold. No tea from this one. Beautiful but poisonous."
                          
He hands her the flowers and she takes them.
                          
She studies the flowers carefully and I can't help but feel my heart drop a little. "You are a gambler, aren't you?" She says.
                          
He smirks and bows before departing. "Your Grace."
                          
She lifts a brow at me. "He is braver than most men." She chuckles as she spins the flowers in her fingers.
                          
I sigh and look away. "If you say so, your grace."
                          
"What's wrong? You still don't like Daario Naharis?"
                          
I shake my head. "I do not."
                          
I look at her carefully. Is it really so simple to win her over? With some weeds? If it is a competition, it seems like Daario is winning.
                          
A shout rings ahead and the marching Unsullied stop. Daenerys tosses the flowers aside and we move to the front of the train.
                          
Barristan, Jorah, Grey Worm, and Missandei look at something on the side of the road, from afar it looks like a signpost.
                          
But as we get closer, I see that it is a young slave girl, her hand nailed pointing in the direction of Mereen. She has been dead for a little while now.
                          
My heart aches for her, and I see Daenerys' expression turn.
                          
Ser Jorah turns toward us as we approach. "There's one on every mile marker between here and Meereen."
                          
Dany's eyes are full of fire. "How many miles are there between here and Meereen?"
                          
"163, Your Grace. I'll tell our men to ride ahead and bury them. You don't need to see this." Says Ser Barriston.
                          
"You will do no such thing. I will see each and every one of their faces. Remove her collar before you bury her."
                          
Her look is stern, her resolve is set. The cruel masters have made a mistake doing this.