Setting
"Soon comes the pale mare, and after her the others. Kraken and dark flame, lion and griffin, the sun's son and the mummer's dragon. Trust none of them. Remember the Undying. Beware the perfumed seneschal."
Quaithe's words still rang in Dany's mind. The shadowbinder was still as mysterious now, years later, as when she had first seen her. Was she an enemy too, or only a dangerous friend? Who could say?
The year is 300 AC. For years now, Dany has longed to go home, to reconquer her father's domain. Yet she had not. How could she? That would mean involving herself in a war on two fronts. So long as the shadow war against the Sons of the Harpy still raged in Meereen, she had to stay. Every night, more freedmen, unsullied and shavepates were murdered. Every night, her hold on the city grew thinner and thinner. And every day, the dream of a Westeros united under her rule slipper farther and farther away...
Something had to be done. Years of idleness had to be put to an end. And the people must be given what they want.
And so, Dany caved on an issue she had struggled with for a time: Blood games. Soon, the fighting pits would reopen. And every day, at least one suspected enemy of the crown must be thrown in.
Soon, there would again be blood in Meereen.