There are more dragons than there are black people in the core cast of HBO’s Game of Thrones — a show on which at least six people die before breakfast every day. So, you might understand why I’m petrified that the achingly beautiful Grey Worm (Jacob Anderson) and Missandei (Nathalie Emmanuel) will bite the dust sometime between the current season 7 and the final season 8. If they do…? I say we riot!
On a show that prides itself on over-the-top violence, over-the-top sex, and over-the-top sexual violence, the gentle, quiet, love story of Daenerys Targaryen’s two trusted companions has been a welcome balm. Grey Worm, forcibly castrated and enslaved as a young boy, now serves as the commander of Dany’s army. Missandei, also a survivor of enslavement, is Dany’s translator and general bestie (as much as someone can be pals with the Mother of Dragons). And, frankly, most of the time I like them better than anybody in that particular story arc.
It’s been a delight to watch them blossom over the course of three seasons. GoT has a lot of nonsense political filler — Dany’s whole “breaker of chains” arc in Meereen was excruciating on multiple levels — and Grey Worm and Missandei were often the best parts of those scenes. Sure, they began bonding when Missandei taught Grey Worm to speak the Common Tongue (you know, English), but it was never really about a language barrier. It was always about the unspoken. About that bond that often comes from being the only people of color in a room — or the only people who really know what it’s like to be enslaved, dehumanized. And things stepped up in a big way when Grey Worm saw her naked while bathing.
There’s a kind of gross, rubber-necking, fetish factor in some people’s curiosity about Grey Worm’s working parts. A lot of salacious news items and thinkpieces about whether he can “do it.” In Romancelandia, we know that penetration is not the important part of any given love story. What’s important is the heat in their eyes. The way they speak of and to each other. Again, this is a show where people die every five seconds. And what I adore about Grey Worm and Missandei, who aren’t exactly the chattiest people in the world, is that they use their economy of words to express exactly how they feel.
He lays himself bare for her, confessing, “I fear, I never again see Missandei.” That is the kind of epic romantic moment that elicits all the swoons. (I may have watched the above video 3-4 times in a row. For research.) And that first kiss…? My goodness. What a lovely reminder that passion is so much more than sticking Tab A in Slot B. (Honestly, all of these people wondering about PIV sex? Grey Worm has hands. He has a mouth. I’m sure he and Missandei can get things done just fine.)
I’m unashamedly, obsessively, invested in their survival. They have already come through so much. In the middle of all of GoT’s senseless, bloody, treachery and skullduggery, they found each other. It was a deliberate and wonderful choice on the writers’ part — one I don’t want to see reneged upon for the sake of edginess. There are plenty of other folks who can serve as cannon fodder as we head toward the final season and the final episode. Let Grey Worm and Missandei enjoy their freedom and their love.
Until I know for certain that they’re safe…I, too, fear I’ll never again see Missandei.
Originally published on HeroesandHeartbreakers.Com