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"All the Unsullied have boarded."
"We sail for the Island of Naath."
Grey Worm watched as a long, thin wooden box was loaded into his ship. He followed as his men carried her body down to the gally. His love. Her soft brown eyes now lifeless.
Long after they'd returned to the deck, he remained by her side, keeping vigil as he'd done when he wasn't in battle or standing guard over their Queen. Memories flooded his mind. He remembered the first time he'd seen her on the Plaza of Pride. The many long days together in Mereen as they waited for their queen to return. The night spent together on Dragonstone.
Their conversation in the Winterfell courtyard came to Grey Worm's mind.
"My people are peaceful. We cannot defend ourselves."
"My people are not peaceful. We will protect you."
It was true the Unsullied soldiers knew nothing but fighting from a very young age. It was the only thing any of them ever remembered.
"Torgo Nudo will bring Missandei from the Island of Naath back home. The Unsullied will never allow anyone to hurt your people again."
Months later, they arrived. It was as beautiful as Missandei had told him. At first, her people were afraid of the Unsullied. But, the beautiful translator had taught him their native tongue and he explained their arrival.
Her bones were burned in a pyre in the custom of the Naathii people. Grey Worm stood, helmet in hand, watching.
"You are my weakness, Missandei of Naath."
Grey Worm lived out the rest of his days in Naath, protecting it. Other Unsullied went to other islands nearby, to protect them, including the Summer Isles where Grey Worm was born. More than once, slavers tried to attack and kidnap islanders, but they were met with instant resistance.
Grey Worm and the Unsullied continued Daenarys' legacy of fighting slavery, by protecting those most vulnerable to it. The Dragon Queen would have been proud.