Location: King's Landing, Westeros
In the chaos I turned to look at Daenerys. I wanted to see her rushing
to save everyone she could. There was a kindness in her to melt the most
sinful of souls. But that wasn't what happened as there was also
another side to her. A side that she had been battling with ever since I
knew her. A side that reacted to her trauma with utter brutality. A
side that was more than justified but could destroy Westeros as easily
as the White Walkers nearly had.
On Daenerys' face there was a
smile. It wasn't large, but it showed the joy that my love was
experiencing. I wanted to be able to talk her down but there was no
stopping her once she made up her mind. In my role as advisor I could
only guide her, it was always up to her what decision to make. If it had
been up to me she would never have freed the Unsullied and so it was
good for her to go against my advice from time to time.
Drogon
looked as if here were about to launch himself into the air and Daenerys
also had the same lust in her eyes. Our conversations about her wanting
to burn King's Landing came roaring back to me. Before there had been
something holding her back from fully contemplating making the thought a
reality. She cared for people and that had made her stay in the light
for so long. But now things had changed.
Now, in Daenerys' mind,
Cersei was killing all those innocent people. Which meant Daenerys
wasn't the one doing the killing, but why leave Cersei with an avenue to
escape? Why not take pleasure in killing those who didn't truly deserve
life if they would die anyways? The beast inside Daenerys was finally
being let out.
Drogon let out a loud roar just as he took to the
skies. I didn't see any surprise on Daenerys' face as she was lost to my
sights. A great wound opened up inside of me as I couldn't fully
comprehend what had happened. I loved her and knew there was kindness in
her. I didn't want to believe that she had succumbed to her darker
nature. But to deny that would be to dishonor all those that would die
by her hand.
I didn't know how to react to what she had done. She
would want all of her followers to slaughter those they could. She
would want everyone to rejoice in her bloodlust. But I couldn't allow
even more people to die because of her rage. Even if those people would
eventually help her destroy Westeros.
There was one thing I knew even as my world burned around me: I could never kill Daenerys or leave her side.
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