Every step of Nazareth's boots made a resounding thud on the paved ground within the Villa of Kraznys. Jill, to his left, wearing her combat armour and vox, walked with deathly silent footsteps in sync with Nazareth's. The servants and attendants moving past looked in awe at Nazareth, as the man who previously stood at a terrifying two and a half metres tall had grown in the week of isolation.
Nazareth, now standing at a horrifying three metres, with his skin turning whiter than snow and eyes burning with obsidian and red, had muscles that bulged with evident power that could easily tear a man in half. Nazareth's sword, hanging sharply from his back, swung back and forth as if waiting to be drawn.
As Nazareth finally reached the doors of the main conference centre, where Daenerys and her 'small council' ruled over the new Astapor, the Unsullied guards standing and blocking the entrance became fearful of the aura surrounding Nazareth.
Finally, Nazareth reached the doors of the 'small council' and, with his arms bulging with power, pushed the heavy stone-made doors open. The Unsullied guarding the doors watched as each door was pushed as easily as the wind blowing the sand. The doors that needed four Unsullied to open were easily pushed by Nazareth as if they weighed nothing.
Nazareth looked into the room filled with papers and maps of the surrounding villages, as all the attention in the room turned towards him with obvious fear and trepidation flushing their faces. From the crowd emerged Daenerys, wearing a graceful dress which flew freely in the air, whilst the night-black and greenish tint of the necklace stood out like a star in the night as her pearly white skin seemed to reject the necklace.
"Nazareth, you've finally decided to arrive." An echo of silent gasps escaped the surrounding officials as Barristan Selmy came forward from the parting crowd, while Daenerys looked at Nazareth and then back at Selmy with worry.
Nazareth watched as Selmy marched forward and tried at least to square up to him. The height difference and sheer bulk of Nazareth made Selmy look even more malnourished and old in comparison.
"Barristan Selmy, your reputation precedes you." Nazareth looked further into the man as Selmy stepped even closer.
"Her Majesty has called for you for six nights and seven days, and all you've done in return is sit in that villa of a former slaver and ignore the summons."
Selmy placed his hand on the hilt of his sword as he once again pressed closer to Nazareth until he was only an inch from Nazareth's waist.
"Watch your tone, old man. Even without my sword, I can kill you." A bone-chilling aura descended upon the room as Selmy began to pull his sword from its sheath.
"Your arrogance towards Her Majesty and my honour as a knight cannot go without punishment."
Everyone in the room watched as Selmy pulled his sword and pointed it towards Nazareth's neck. The tension in the room rose significantly as everyone watched Nazareth for any movement. Nazareth looked at the finely crafted sword and then back at Selmy with only annoyance before Daenerys, with her dress tangled around her hand, suddenly appeared in front of both men and spoke with urgency.
"Nazareth. Selmy. I will not have bloodshed whilst in my presence."
Dany's sentence left a hole in the tension as everybody looked between the two men, with Selmy's sword still pointed at Nazareth's neck. However, unbeknownst to anyone but Nazareth, Jill had manoeuvred behind Selmy and, with a swift motion, struck the man's neck with an inhuman amount of force. Selmy, for all his prowess as the former captain of the Kingsguard and a widely known figure for his power, promptly collapsed as everybody let out abrupt gasps — one of the best swordsmen and most honourable men in all of Westeros had fallen without any defence.
Dany looked downwards in a mild mix of horror as almost immediately the surrounding Unsullied stationed within the room surrounded Jill and Nazareth while Grey Worm and Missandei moved Daenerys away.
The gathered Unsullied and knights stationed around the room pointed their spears and swords at the two figures as the tension shot upwards to an eruptive level.
Nazareth watched as these 'savages' and 'beasts' surrounded him and Jill, realising clearly that the situation and plan Dany had wanted had spiralled out of control as Jorah emerged from the crowd.
"Nazareth, by the power vested in me as a representative of Daenerys Targaryen, as punishment for ignoring her — the newly crowned Queen of Astapor, First of Her Name, Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, Mother of Dragons and Breaker of Chains — you shall be banished from Astapor and never be allowed to set foot within its walls."
As Jorah's voice rang outwards, fear evident within it, he looked at Nazareth, waiting for the man to react. In Nazareth's mind, however, he was furious and quite dumbfounded that Daenerys had first banished him from the city and second, even come up with this plan, despite all they had experienced over the last seven weeks.
(They didn't experience anything. Daenerys never trusted Nazareth. She may have craved him for his body and looks, but through manipulation by Jorah, Missandei, Grey Worm, Selmy, etc., she agreed to banish Nazareth as they all saw him as a danger to her new kingdom and ultimately herself. This whole operation was to see whether they could pressure Nazareth. But they hadn't expected Jill to arrive, so this threw their plan into disorder.)
Nazareth's eyes narrowed as he looked at the necklace around Daenerys' neck — a 'gift' he had given her, as his plan required her not to fall into madness once it became evident through her knowledge of combat during the conquering of Astapor and her obvious fascination with the fire that had broken out when the city was being 'liberated'.
As Nazareth's hand reached towards his sword, a sudden spear from an Unsullied was thrust towards him. Instead of panicking, Naz's left hand simply grabbed the end of the spear, halting it mid-air. A wave of awe erupted among the officials and soldiers within the room as the metal tip of the Unsullied's spear was crumpled by Nazareth's hand.
With a swift movement, the sword on Nazareth's back was drawn. The glimmer of the nightish-black blade, mixed with its golden and silver centre, made many who looked directly at it turn away before, with a blow of the wind and an arc of air itself, screams of pain and anguish came from the soldiers surrounding Nazareth and Jill.
The bodies of the Unsullied and knights who had previously surrounded Nazareth were now split in two. Organs and pieces of flesh were flung across the surroundings as a knight screamed in pain, his torso slipping and his upper body flailing on the floor.
"Holy shit!" The words escaped from a knight's mouth before Jill pulled her las-pistol and shot the man, piercing his skull and exiting through the back of his head before hitting another two attendants who shrieked as the photons tore straight through their torsos.
From the hallway came rushed footsteps as more and more Unsullied, hearing the screams, came rushing through the doors. Nazareth watched as fear, previously faint on Daenerys' face, flashed like the sun at its peak. With frightening speed, Nazareth appeared before Daenerys and grabbed the necklace around her neck.
Grey Worm, seeing Nazareth suddenly appear in front of him and Daenerys, immediately thrust his spear with his full strength directly into Nazareth's side.
Unfortunately for Grey Worm, the spear, although striking Nazareth, didn't pierce his skin. Under tremendous force, the weapon began to ripple with cracks. With a loud pop, it exploded into fragments that scattered across the floor.
With a short, powerful pull, the necklace around Daenerys' neck broke loose, the sudden force causing a bruise to instantly appear where it had previously lain. With a sharp gasp of air pulling into Dany's mouth, Nazareth looked into her eyes to peer into her soul and saw the once-white silhouette begin to distort as red, purple, and blue pigments mixed into the outline.
Nazareth, seeing this, turned on his heel and began to walk towards Jill, who was fighting the arriving Unsullied like a mad dog protecting its young. He turned to face the Unsullied, and with a quick swing of his sword, the spears and armour of the soldiers broke in half as blood sprayed into the air, marking the room's walls with warmth.
From behind another set of doors that had been locked before Nazareth's arrival came horrible wails of pain and the sudden smell of burnt flesh flooding the room. The door, once locked, began to burn as fire broke through. The gathered officials screamed and began to run towards the exit as a dragon flew over the group.
Behind the now-burnt door lay piles of ash with two young dragons — one black with red linings and another green with bronze linings — covered in burn marks and scratches. Nazareth's arm suddenly extended as Viserion, visibly larger than the last time he had seen the creature, flapped its wings and landed on Nazareth's extended arm.
Daenerys looked at the carnage caused by a few words and watched as Nazareth began to kill the arriving reinforcements of Unsullied, with Viserion periodically releasing fire upon the soldiers.
(AN: IDK man i just thought why not u kn.)