Chapter 123

At dawn the next morning, Drogo ordered the handmaids arranged by Morrafos to bring him a black cloak. He bade Missandei wear it and cover the freshly dyed silver-gold of her hair so that none might see.

Though she had grown closer to her king, the little scribe knew her place.

Once, as handmaid to the Great Master, Missandei had known no freedom. Each night she was sent to men—sometimes one, sometimes several, sometimes so many she could no longer recall their faces.