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Episode 4
Part 10 - Negotiations in Yunkai
"Is that... is that all of it? Am I finally home?!" Bruce thought, feeling the solid, rough texture of the wooden seat beneath him, padded with patterned cushions. He slowly opened his eyes and let out a sigh of relief—it seemed he’d made it back to his own reality, as if all this madness had finally ended. But before he could fully exhale, the scorching touch of the sun sliced through his comfort, hitting his face like it was trying to shatter any lingering doubts. The desert's blazing sun and heavy, hot air made him flinch, breaking through the illusion and pulling him back to the harsh reality.
— My queen? — a voice sounded nearby. Bruce jerked his head around, and the instant he turned, a few light, weightless strands of long blond hair fell across his face, slipping over his eyes. With irritation, he brushed them aside, feeling them tickle his neck and shoulders, their coolness an unpleasant contrast against the stifling heat. But the worst part—again, that cursed chest, he could feel it moving heavily with every step, dragging him down and reminding him he wasn’t just "in another body." No, he was still stuck in the ridiculous body of that "dragon mom" from this dumb nerd show.
Standing beside him were his "advisors": Jorah, whose tired face was as unreadable as always, and Missandei, her gaze steady and respectful. Behind them stood armed soldiers, tense and poised, as if awaiting an order. Bruce glared at them all, trying to piece together what had gone wrong this time.
— Where the hell am I!? And what the fuck is going on here?! — he spat, hearing his hated high-pitched voice again as his fingers brushed the fabric of a light dress. He was outside, at the edge of a military camp overlooking Yunkai—a desert city surrounded by walls, fortified and ready to defend itself. Shadows from its towers stretched across the hot sand, looming over him.
Jorah and Missandei exchanged quick glances, clearly bewildered. These sharp words and fierce anger didn’t match the image of their queen, the person they’d grown used to seeing. And right now, it felt especially out of place—a Yunkai envoy, a man with an arrogant expression dressed in a vibrant gold robe, raised an eyebrow slightly, clearly not expecting such a reception. His companions looked equally unsettled, exchanging glances in confusion.
Jorah took a step forward, his face serious but his eyes betraying a hint of concern. He cast a quick look at the emissaries, then leaned in closer to Bruce, speaking in a low, almost coaxing tone.
— My queen, — he began carefully, — these are envoys from Yunkai. They’ve come to propose terms for peace. — He nodded toward a chest of gold held by one of the Yunkai men. — They’re willing to give you this gold and provide ships if we agree to leave and not interfere in their affairs.
Bruce frowned, feeling the sting of realizing he was still stuck in this mess. But when his gaze fell on the gleaming gold, a slight smirk crossed his face. He grasped what Jorah had said—who seemed now just to be "Jorah," not one of those geeky fans who’d hijacked his body—and he started to think. 'That easy? Gold and ships? They should’ve led with this in the first place! Hell, this is the perfect chance to slip away!' Staring at the gold-filled chest with excitement, he was almost rubbing his hands together in anticipation.
But his thoughts were interrupted by Missandei, who, noticing the gleam of interest in her queen’s eyes, quickly spoke up.
— My queen, — her voice was soft, yet it held a note of warning, — the people of Yunkai still suffer in slavery, — she continued gently but firmly, truly unable to understand what her queen was planning. — The freed people see you as their savior, and leaving now, when they’re still in danger, would be... a betrayal of their hopes.