Diplomatic matters were commonly discussed indoors, but the weather in the East was not easy getting used to — even for someone who has been enduring it for all their life. It wasn’t exactly diplomatic, though. The boy had come all the way from Volantis with a message, yes, but not an official one. Daenerys still couldn’t quite understand why they would send the boy in a potentially risky mission — although it had no true reason to be — to deliver such a generic message to her.
“This is the sea of Meereen,” Daenerys introduced, although it needed little introduction. At least in the seaside, the wind still blew heavily — even if warm. The subject was quickly cut off though—Dany had little patience to waist her time with this kind of chatting. ”Tell me—who sent you here from Volantis? Or rather… why would they send you by yourself, to speak to a queen of whose temper is unfamiliar to them, simply to tell me that they wish to keep the relationship between them and Meereen equal as it used to be?”
The days were hot, but it was no better in Volantis. He walked next to the queen, observing the salty wind that played with strands of nearly white hair. She seemed so unlike the stories he'd heard, that bloody queen who caused massacres among the masters of the cities, the bloody queen who nailed the masters to crosses on the road to Meereen- not this young woman who was impossibly any older than he was.
“You are quite likeable, Your Majesty, and more likeable than many of those who await my return in Volantis, so I will speak frankly to you. I am sent because you are a queen of unfamiliar temper. Of course, Volantis wishes to keep up the trading relations to Meereen.” A little smile as he gestured to himself. “I am important enough to be entrusted with not messing up but not important enough for my loss to be a true disaster in the worst case.” A brief stop. A scout, one could say, indeed, even if one on the diplomatic level. “I must say, you are nothing like the Queen I expected to meet.”
