That's why he had decided to leave the place as soon as possible.
So the moment the sun rose in the East, he quickly called his personal guards and the small mercenary group he had hired before deciding to leave Mareen.
He simply didn't want to take the risk.
Unfortunately for him, Daenerys had already taken the decision to eliminate him.
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Daario Naharis, prove your loyalty
Daario Naharis had seen many strange things in his life. Betrayals sold cheap as bread, warlords who crowned themselves kings only to fall before dawn, women who poisoned husbands with a kiss. But nothing compared to the sight that greeted him in the great meeting hall of the pyramid.
By the time he reached outside the large doors of the meeting hall he could already clearly hear the light moans and grunts of a single woman and many men from the meeting hall. For a moment he doubted even his ears.
But he froze when the Unsullied guards opened the doors for him.
The moment his eyes fell on the centre of the meeting hall, Daario forgot to move. For a moment he believed that what he was seeing might be one of his dirty fantasies. The Dragon Queen was not sitting on the throne meant for her. She was sitting on a throne made of multiple humans. Her legs were wide open. Most of her body weights were being shared by three men. Two were holding her thigh from each side, while the biggest man among them was supporting her body by holding her from her ass. These three men were sharing the two holes of Daenerys.
Daario didn't realise when he had walked inside the room. But upon closer view, the first time in his life he saw a hairless pussy. And it was the most gorgeous thing he had ever seen in his entire life. Her folds were accommodating the cocks of the two men holding her from her thighs. And the man behind her was moving his hips vigorously to pump his cock in her arse hole. The white haired queen was supporting her body by coiling her arms around the neck of the man behind her.
With each movement of these men, she was being rocked up and down while letting out light moans filled with pleasure. Her bouncing breasts were not free either. The remaining two men were massaging them without hindering the other three.
Daenerys' heels were flushed from pleasure. But the moment she saw him he ordered the two men attending to her breasts to step aside.
She did not hide, nor cover herself, nor demand privacy. She did not even tell her men to stop. While she stopped moaning like before, she continued to bounce in a rocking motion with a flushed face. She remained at the center of the chamber as if she were born to command both men and the world itself. Daario understood then… this was no ordinary queen bound by Westerosi notions of shame. This was a khalessi of the Dothraki and more.
She turned her gaze on him, steady, sharp, and utterly calm, despite the occasional moans that involuntarily left her mouth. That single look froze his breath.
The act that might have been considered lewd and inappropriate for a court room was going on as if it is the most natural thing in the world. But strangely it didn't look inappropriate at all. Instead even when she was getting fucked by multiple men, Daenerys looked even more radiant than any ruler of master he had ever seen in his entire life.
"Daario Naharis," she said. Her voice was even, as if she were conducting any other negotiation. "Why should I trust a man who cast aside his captains and comrades so easily?"
Daario felt the words like a blade pressed against his throat. He opened his mouth to answer, but in that moment he felt something else—a pressure in his chest, a fire rising through his veins. It was her. He had heard whispers of her powers, but he had not believed until now. His heart pounded, his skin burned. His eyes were fixed on her, not with fear but with a hunger that consumed reason. His lust was no longer his own; it was hers to shape.
He fell to one knee, unable to keep standing under the weight of it. "Because you are worth betraying them for," he said, voice rough, raw. "I will die on your word, here, now, if that is what you ask."
Her eyes narrowed, as if measuring every syllable. But Daario didn't dare to look up… even though the scene in front of him was enough to make him feel pain with how hard his cock had become against his pants. "Words are easy. Oaths are cheaper than coins. I want the truth, Daario Naharis."
And then it hit him again, a different force this time… he didn't know if it was his imagination or her mind was actually brushing against his. He had never felt anything like it. His thoughts, his fears, his secret doubts… all laid bare in silence. She was inside his head, weighing him like a merchant with scales. And then he felt that sudden feeling. The feeling that he was well acquainted with. His hardened cock was ready to release his seed despite not receiving any external stimulation by just hearing her soft moans. He couldn't even control himself as he released his semen inside his pants. But despite that, he didn't move nor did he try to hide it.
He didn't know why but something else had started burning inside her, something even he had not admitted: he wanted to serve her, not for gold, not for conquest, but because she was unlike any ruler he had ever known. He wanted to be one of those men with her.
"You believe in yourself," she said softly. "And that is enough—for now."
Daario bowed his head. "Command me, and I am yours."
Her tone hardened. "Then hear my command. Illyrio Mopatis leaves my city at dawn. He thinks himself clever. He thinks he hides behind titles, gold, and foreign banners. But I know his type. He is not merely a merchant—he is tied to webs I do not want spun in my Empire. He must die."
Daario's lips curved into a thin smile. Assassination was a language he understood well. "As you wish, my Queen. It will be done."
But she was not finished. "This must be clean," she continued. "No witnesses, no survivors. No trail leading back to me. The world must believe Illyrio fell to thieves on the road, or sickness, or fate itself. Do you understand?"
Daario nodded, though he knew the risk. Illyrio traveled with guards, and likely with bribes hidden in his luggage for any border captain tempted by gold. But the thrill of the task stirred him. "I will leave no trace. He will vanish from history."
Daenerys leaned forward slightly. Her eyes locked onto his with an intensity that stole his breath again. "Good. Do this, and you earn more than my trust. Do this, and you will stand at my side, not only as a sword but as a man. I will open my harem to you, Daario Naharis."
The promise struck him harder than any blow. His cock hardened once again. And this time the pain was even greater than before. For a moment his pulse roared in his ears. He had fought for crowns, for coins, for pleasures bought and fleeting. But this—this was an invitation into her inner circle, into her bed, into her Empire itself.
He pressed his forehead to the stone floor. "Then I will not fail."
Her voice remained calm, certain, like iron shaped by flame. "We will see. Prove your worth not by words, not by kneeling, but by silence and steel. Return only when it is done."
Daario rose slowly, meeting her gaze one last time. The heat of her influence lingered in his blood, but beneath it there was something new: resolve. He had stepped into that chamber as a mercenary with no master. He walked out with a mission that bound him tighter than gold ever could.
As he left the hall, the cold morning air struck his skin, cool and grounding. His mind replayed her command again and again. No survivors. No trail. Clean and perfect.
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Next chapter: The Empress' Regard
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