The Dragon's Sister || Game Of Thrones (Under Rewrite)

Episode 6: Breaking The Wheel (Part 1)

Daenerys

Two days had passed since the invasion of Kings Landing was finished. When the flames died down and the smoke began to lift, those who had survived the assault knew what happened. Cersei Lannister had lost, and Kings Landing belonged to them. 

   After years of bombardments, seizes, assaults and attacks, the city fell apart from its ruler and had been retaken by those who had come for it. It had not happened in years since the Mad King's death, and the end of House Targaryen was thought to have taken over. 

   Northmen, Dornishmen, Ironborn, Men of Starfall and others all spread out, looking for survivors, prisoners, and counting dead men and women and children. Some even stood below the steps of the only building that still stood, the Red Keep. The walls around were damaged by the heat of Wildfire, but the stairs were somewhat intact still, allowing the Dragon Queen to walk on them. 

   Daenerys glanced around her. The heavens cried out with falling ash and soot, and whether winter had come to Kings Landing or not, the clouds had turned hazy and black, the sky turning into hues of gray. 

   The price for such a victory was high, Daenerys had seen it when walking through the streets she questioned if they ever were streets. Everywhere around her reminded her of stories her brother Viserys had told of her about Old Valyria; walls turned to dust by flame of dragon and Wildfire, buildings ruined and turned into piles of burnt wood and ruined brick, corpses laid out around beyond recognition, burned or dead by man or the chaos around, it didn't matter. She hadn't taken over the capitol, she had taken a graveyard. 

   Thousands died, more than she could count. Men, women, children, and old. None deserved such a fate she and Cersei had encouraged from the start. Her hands were just as bloody as Cersei's. 

   But the Queen was yet to be found. Some were sent to search secret passageways below the Red Keep, the others to scout around Blackwater Bay. As long as Cersei was not found, Daenerys was doubtful she had truly won. 

   Walking through the empty halls around her, the Dragon Queen could only imagine what it would have looked like before the battle, before ash and soot swept through the floor and the ceilings were torn apart. Then she came before a larger room, one she knew from the back of her hand despite having never seen it in person. 

   It came to her from years ago, when she ventured into the House of The Undying, the ruined castle of what she now knew as the Red Keep and the throne room. The Iron Throne was the same as last when she saw it in her dream, being told it made of a thousand swords of Aegon's fallen enemies that she'd only see the swords at Aegon's feet.

   It was real. The throne was here! It wasn't a dream; it wasn't a vision. It was real, the Iron Throne was in front of her. It was real--it was all real. 

   Daenerys studied it, but her smile was not there. How disappointing it was to see that tale untrue. Daenerys saw what she saw. The Iron Throne wasn't at all what she told of, or what she imagined it as, or what she saw of it. It was just a throne made of melted swords atop a few stairs. It like that of the throne on Dragonstone, and even when she would sit on it, she'd wondered how greater the Iron Throne was to it. 

   She had thought of such great things of it, of what she would sacrifice for it, only to never look back and see what it would cost her to take it. She had nearly considered the thought of burning Kings Landing, then the Red Keep with Cersei inside. She wanted her enemy to pay what was taken away from her. How she managed to keep Drogon from doing so she didn't yet know the answer to.