A Losing Game (originally on AO3 written by anonymous)

Chapter 4,

*forth chapter not mine!!!*

Daenerys still stood there, looking at the kneeling Eurovision entrants. They looked terrified of her.

Tyrion looked worried, he knew a reign purely based on terror could not last. If Daenerys worried about that at all, then she didn't show it. She looked very pleased indeed. It was at that moment that Duncan Laurence stood up.

"My queen," Duncan said, "I have a confession to make. I am the leader of this world."

Daenerys looked surprised. The other Eurovision entrants were wondering what Duncan was thinking. Conan shot a look to Duncan as if to say 'what the hell are you doing?'

"You are the leader of this entire world?" Daenerys said, "And you have bent the knee to me. Thank you. Together we can make this world a better place, I believe it."

Daenerys was about to leave the room, when she heard a banging noise outside. The Eurovision
entrants knew what that was. The army was here, or the police, or someone who could stop this madness. But the bullets would not harm the dragons, who simply swatted away the soldiers, who
then retreated. It seemed that, everyone else had evacuated the stadium, except for the green room
where the Eurovision contestants and those from Westeros were. One thing was for sure, the final of the Eurovision Song Contest had been cancelled.

"So, no Eurovision I guess," Conan said, as the soldiers retreated far away from the stadium.

"Nope," Duncan replied, "Not today, or probably any other day. That's it after what happened to Victor."

Victor's death was reported widely in the news. It was the first time one of the dragons had been recorded attacking someone in Tel Aviv. Mahmood leaked the news to the media, that Daenerys had been the one to give the order. Soon, everyone knew what she had done. He had to be very careful leaking that information though, he knew what could happen to him if Daenerys ever found out that he was the one who did it.

The Eurovision entrants returned to the hotel, trying not to think about what happened and awaiting the EBU's final decision on whether the Eurovision Song Contest could go ahead or not.

Meanwhile, Daenerys forced the people of Tel Aviv to kneel to her and accept her as their queen. And they did. After all, they knew what she could do. What her dragons could do.

Later that day, Daenerys, Tyrion and Jorah were sitting together in one of the rooms of the stadium. Since the army hadn't returned, or anyone else for that matter, Daenerys was treating the stadium as hers. Just then, Tyrion stood up.

"Your grace, you are a ruler and difficult decisions of course have to be made. However, if you come to a new world and burn its people alive you won't exactly inspire any new followers,"

Tyrion said, not even looking up at Daenerys but instead looking into his glass of wine.

"You think it was the wrong decision?" Daenerys asked, "He wouldn't bend the knee."

"Your grace," Tyrion said, "From my understanding of this world, the people here are not warriors,
or soldiers. I'm not exactly sure myself what they are, but they are not fighters, and they are not here to fight you."

"He wouldn't bend the knee," Daenerys repeated.

The subject was dropped after that.