A Filler chapter ( sorry about that)

A/N: Sorry for this short chapter, I had no time to write today. This little chapter is just for the constancy haha… sorry I promise you I will write at least two chapters tomorrow!

The Dothraki sea,Essos, 8th moon of 275 AC

Ragnar was impressed with his newest spell, this amount of power could destroy almost everything, be it here or back in Tamriel.There was no trace that any of those Dothraki even existed… they disintegrated, or so that was Ragnar's theory.

" The spell's power is still reverberating… incredible." Said Ragnar, his face had a mix of pride and sadness, as if he had done something incredible but had not like the reason why or the results of what he did.

He would do it all again given the chance, the Dothraki were good for nothing barbaric people, but even that didn't make that massacre enjoyable in Ragnar's opinion. He had meditated with Paarthunax and learned that although some people are unworthy of being alive their life still holds some value. That didn't mean Ragnar would spare them. It just meant that Ragnar wouldn't go killing left and right just because he could. His lessons with Paarthunax were also the reason why he bent the knee to House Stark, it was a way to keep his Dovahsil (Dragon soul) in check. As any Dragonborn before him his will to dominate was something noteworthy and as such he had to keep it under control… unless he wanted to become another Miraak, which he didn't. Evil people had a tendency to be defeated.

After his shallow analysis of his spell, Ragnar looked at the cages, the woman inside it had a mix of expressions, some were awestruck some were afraid, some were in deep thinking, some had a "no way" face, but one thing they all had in common was their uneasiness. They feared for their future and feared for what Ragnar would do to them, they had just lost their families and had nothing to offer this strange man… the numbness they felt only fell sort to their bewilderment. After realizing that Ragnar casted a translation spell on himself and at them and said:

"Greetings, my name is Ragnar Dovahkiin, I am a lord of a foreign land. I have no ill intent towards you. I feel sorry for you and the pain you must be feeling. I'll free you from your cages and let you do what you will… it is not safe to stay here tho. I'm traveling to Mereen, and from there I'll sail back home. I offer you all home in my lands but if you want to stay here or in Meereen you could" Ragnar then proceed to open the cages, he had no key so se just pulled the gates out and the woman walked out of them.

The women looked at each other talked for a good 20 minutes and after getting to a decision an old woman spoke:

" We have no money or goods to offer you m'lord, our husbands and fathers were killed but we managed to hide our children… could you extend your offer to our children as well?" Her voice had so much uneasiness and fear that sometimes it would crack and she would stutter.

" Of course, my offer extends to all of your children and man if any of them is found alive" Ragnar replied almost immediately after the old woman asked her question

"Thank you, m'lord… once we get to your lands what would we have to do? Do you wish for us to become… whores?" The same old woman asked

"well, if you wish to do so you are free to… but I'll not demand you to do that… there is plenty of work for all of you… I will need tailors, brewers, servants for my keep, and a lot more…" Ragnar said, his face had an empathetic smile, but his eyes told of the pain he was feeling for these women.

" We accept your offer m'lord... We have nothing else to lose and a lot to gain" the old woman said.

" Good. Go rest, we leave in the morrow." Ranger said

"Yes, m'lord"

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As planned, Ragnar, the women, and their children left on the morrow. Ragnar asked them how far away they were from Mereen, they said it was 3 weeks on horseback or 5 weeks by walking and walk they did, for 5 weeks they walked... At first, Ragnar felt like dying having to walk with a bunch of emotionally unstable women, they cried all the nights of the first week but after the first week they decided to transform their sorrow into will... It worked. Ragnar believe they would fit in skagos like a glove fits a hand.

They arrived in Meereen in a warm afternoon. Ragnar had to pay to enter the city. A guard asked Ragnar if he wanted to sell some his "merchandise" to him… Ragnar threatened to kill him if he ever called him a slaver again.

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A/N: As I said Sorry for this sort chapter… I had no time to write today so that's all I got for you… I promise you two ( or more ) chapters tomorrow!! Thank you 🙏