Game of Thrones: Fanfic: Enjoying the view

[m_findlow]

Title: Enjoying the view
Fandom: Game of Thrones
Characters: Missandei, Grey Worm
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 533 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for m_findlow's prompt "Any, any, a staring competition" at fic_promptly
Summary: Grey Worm has eyes for more than just his queen

Missandei could literally feel his eyes on her. She chanced a glance in his direction, but it was almost like he was looking straight through here, seeing her soul within.

Unsullied. The mere thought of them had always made her feel strange even though she'd lived amongst them in the city all her life, translating for her master, trading them like cattle. She'd never given a thought to the idea that they were still men. They always seemed less than men, and yet also more than men. They were stripped of anything that made them like other men. Even the power of speech was limited. What use did an Unsullied have for conversations when he was built for war?

Yet as she locked her gaze with that of Grey Worm, there was something unspoken in that expression that said more than words ever could. Did Unsullied still feel emotions? They were trained to feel no pain, no fear, and their concept of loyalty only stretched so far as to fight in the name of whomever owned them. There was no pride, no ego and no guilt. Unsullied just were. Yet Grey Worm intrigued her. There was something more in those eyes than she'd never seen in the face of an Unsullied. Something she would almost have called attraction, or at least interest.

Missandei had known men, owners, slavers and cruel men. Men who had used her for her body and for whatever skills she possessed. She was a slave no more. Daenerys, the Mysah had saved her and freed her, and now she served her willingly rather than because she had to. Perhaps that was what she saw when Grey Worm stared at her. They were both freed of a kind. The divisions of Unsullied, slaves and freedmen no longer existed in Meereen.

She thought on this for a moment, admiring the stern cheekbones and brown eyes, the muscles arms and strong shoulders. Did Unsullied know what it was to love? Did they still have the needs and desires of other men, caste as they were? What use did an Unsullied have for love when all they faced was war and death? Unsullied took no wives, fathered no children, and did nothing that their masters did not ask of them. They existed to serve and to die, nothing more.

She stared at him and he stared back, neither one ready to break the gaze. It was as if the rest of the world had dropped away. Just for those few moments, and all that was left in the world was Missandei and Grey Worm.

She heard the shuffle of sandals on the sandstone floors of the great pyramid and saw her queen approach. Taking a deep breath, she began her duties.

'All kneel for Daenerys Stormborn, the Unburnt, Queen of Meereen, Queen of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the First Men, Khaleesi of Great Grass Sea, Breaker of Shackles and Mother of Dragons...'

Once seated she stole another glance at Grey Worm. He was watching over his queen, but his gaze included her as well, as if he meant to protect them both. All the while, she couldn't help but stare back.