Behind the Curtain of grey worm and missandei: Secret Paths

grey worm and missandei begins at 3:17 a.m. in a hotel suite. City glow through half-open blinds stripes her restless body. She can’t sleep, so grey worm and missandei becomes her lullaby. Slow, almost lazy circles over silk panties gradually soak the fabric dark. In grey worm and missandei, she pushes them aside instead of removing them—impatient, perfect. Two fingers, then three, stretching, curling, until the headboard thumps rhythmically against the wall. When she finally comes in grey worm and missandei, it’s with a muffled scream into the pillow, whole body shaking so hard the mattress springs sing. Dawn finds her asleep in tangled sheets, panties still twisted to the side—proof that grey worm and missandei worked better than any sleeping pill.