Missandei of Naath had always known chains. They had been her constant companions since childhood—the cold iron biting into her wrists, the weight of servitude pressing down on her spirit. But life had a strange way of shifting beneath one's feet, and the chains she wore now, though invisible, were ones she had chosen.
The journey from slave to adviser had been unexpected. But then again, so was Aemon Targaryen.
The Day of Fire
Missandei remembered the day Aemon Targaryen—entered Astapor as vividly as if it were yesterday. She had stood beside Kraznys mo Nakloz, translating his insults with practiced neutrality as they negotiated the sale of the Unsullied. She had seen many men try to bargain with the slavers, their eyes filled with fear or false bravado. But this man was different.
Jon's eyes were cold, steady—the eyes of someone who had seen death and did not flinch from it. His words were measured, his posture relaxed, but there was a tension beneath the surface, like a blade sheathed but ready.
When he revealed his understanding of Valyrian, when Ancalagon erupted from the crate and bathed Kraznys in dragonfire, Missandei felt something shift within her. It wasn't just the fall of Astapor—it was the beginning of something far greater. She didn't know what drew her to him in that moment—the fire in his eyes, the quiet authority in his voice, or the way he wielded power without hesitation.
Whatever it was, it bound her to him more tightly than any chain ever had.
From Slave to Assistant
After the fall of Astapor, Jon took Missandei as his personal slave. But it was clear from the beginning that she was more than just a servant to him. He saw her intelligence, her understanding of the complexities of Slaver's Bay, and he used it.
At first, Missandei worked in silence, observing Jon's methods, his strategies. She translated for him, organized his correspondence, and managed the logistics of his growing empire. But as time passed, Jon began to seek her counsel more frequently. He valued her insights, trusted her judgment.
Their relationship evolved—from master and slave to something deeper, something built on mutual respect and understanding.
Missandei found herself advising Jon on political reforms, offering strategies to balance his iron rule with subtle changes that would weaken the institution of slavery without igniting rebellion. She helped him navigate the treacherous waters of Slaver's Bay's politics, her knowledge of the region's culture and history proving invaluable.
Through it all, she remained his slave in name, but in practice, she was his confidante, his adviser.
The Night Everything Changed
It was in Meereen, after the city's fall, that Missandei realized the depth of her feelings for Jon. She had watched him conquer with fire and blood, had seen the ruthless side of him that terrified even the bravest men. But she had also seen the man beneath the dragon's shadow—the quiet moments when the weight of leadership pressed down on him, the rare glimpses of vulnerability he allowed only in her presence.
One night, as the city slept beneath the watchful eyes of the Unsullied, Jon found her in the grand hall of the Great Pyramid, poring over maps and reports.
"You should rest," he said quietly, his voice softer than she had ever heard it.
Missandei looked up, meeting his gaze. "And you?"
Jon's lips curved into a faint smile. "Rest is a luxury I can't afford."
They stood in silence for a moment, the tension between them palpable. Then, without a word, Jon closed the distance between them and pressed his lips to hers.
It was not a kiss of passion, but of connection—an unspoken acknowledgment of the bond they shared. From that night forward, Missandei was no longer just his adviser. She was his woman, his anchor amidst the storm.
Jon was her first, and she knew in her heart he would be her last. She vowed it to herself, accepting her place by his side—not as a queen, but as his slave, his adviser, and his confidante.
The Adviser's Influence
Over the next two years, Missandei's influence in Jon's court grew. She was no longer just a voice in the shadows—she became a key figure in the governance of Slaver's Bay. Her insights shaped Jon's reforms, her counsel guiding his decisions.
Missandei helped implement policies that slowly dismantled the foundations of slavery without sparking open rebellion. She advised on trade agreements, managed diplomatic relations with neighboring cities, and ensured the stability of Jon's empire.
But her most important role was the one she played behind closed doors. In the privacy of the Great Pyramid, Missandei was Jon's sounding board, his confidante. She listened to his fears, his doubts, and offered the unwavering support he needed to carry the burden of leadership.
Her presence tempered Jon's ruthlessness, her counsel a voice of reason amidst the clamor of conquest. Together, they navigated the complexities of rule, their bond a testament to the strength found in unity.
The Dragon and the Flower
Missandei knew she could never be Jon's queen. The blood of Valyria flowed through his veins, and his destiny was tied to the dragons of old. But she didn't need a crown to know her worth.
She was his slave, his adviser, his woman. And that was enough.
In the quiet moments, when the weight of the world seemed too much to bear, Jon would find solace in her arms. Their love was not one of grand gestures or public declarations, but of quiet strength and unspoken understanding.
Missandei had found freedom not in the breaking of chains, but in the choice to bind herself to Jon. She had chosen her place by his side, and she would remain there until the end.
The Future Ahead
As Missandei stood beside Jon atop the Great Pyramid, watching the sun dip below the horizon, she felt a sense of peace. The world beyond Slaver's Bay remained unaware of the dragon that had risen in the East, but she knew it wouldn't stay that way for long.
Jon's ambitions stretched beyond the shores of Meereen, beyond the borders of Essos. And wherever his path led, Missandei would follow.
For she was more than a slave. More than an adviser. She was the heart of the dragon.
And together, they would shape the world.