Physically breaking the shackles did little when the chains in the mind stood strong. All of her advisors were inclined to return to Westeros and work to regain the Iron Throne than to fight an endless war in Slaver's Bay. And she now knew that they were right, but they had no ships to sail to Westeros. By the lords of the dwarf, eradicating slavery was a noble dream, but it would be a long and thorny battle that would take decades, if not centuries to realise; time that she did not have. Then, Yara and Theon Greyjoy had sailed in with a sizable fleet, offering to ferry her army to Westeros and help regain her rightful place on the Iron Throne in exchange for help against their uncle Euron. Now, the last obstacle stopping her from going west to claim her birthright was gone.