A Losing Game (originally on AO3 written by anonymous)

Chapter 7,

*this is where it begins to be mine.*

Back at the hotel where the entrants were resting. Micheal couldn't sit still. Pacing back and forth across the hotel room. Everyone was confused.

"Micheal? What's wrong?" Nevena asked him.

"We lost Victor! Duncan probably wont be coming back! I won't let this 'queen' take over and kill any more of us!" Micheal scoffed as his teeth were clenched.

"We don't know that." Conan stood up. "We don't know Duncan's gone! He can't be! We can't lose another, we already have to try to get by without Victor!"

"See? At least someone agrees with me!" Micheal raised his voice. Mahmood sighed.

"Guys, let's just face it. The queen killed Victor, and she probably did the same to Duncan! She's unstoppable!" Mahmood said. Micheal didn't want to believe it, but for some reason, he believed it. Suddenly, the door opened, and Duncan walked inside.

"Duncan!!!!!!!" They all called out and ran for him. Nearly making him collapse.

"Guys? What?" Duncan asked, confused.

"We thought you were dead!" Michael sighed of relief. Duncan raised an eyebrow.

"What made you think I was dead?" He asked.

"Well, for starters, the queen is a psycho lady who killed Victor and probably wants you dead so she can rule this world too." Conan sighed.

Duncan froze. He didn't think about that. He thought he would be okay if he told the queen he was ruler.

"Duncan..... What did she say or do when you were there?" Micheal asked, sounding worried.

"She just talked about how people aren't happy with her, I told her we weren't fighters, and she let me go." Duncan shrugged.

"Are you sure that's all that happened?" Nevena asked.

"Oh, Tyrion offered me something to drink. Almost felt like he wouldn't stop bugging until I took a drink..." Duncan sighed. The rest of the Eurovision contestants stepped back.

"Wait... What?" Ester asked.

"Duncan! Are you feeling okay? Do you feel any sort of pain?" Micheal asked, worried.

"Guys, what the hell? I'm fine. What's the problem?" Duncan asked.

"Don't you get it..." Conan said softly. "If Tyrion wouldn't let you leave unless you had his drink, then the drink was probably poisoned!"

Duncan gasped. He did feel a little weird after he drank the drink. And he did feel a little weird now. He didn't want to say that to the others, though. He didn't want them to worry.

"Are you sure you're alright? You look a little pale." Mahmood asked, concerned.

"Duncan. We have modern medicines that can help with the poison!" Micheal said.

"Guys I'm fine! I haven't been poisoned! And even if I have.... I feel like I deserve it anyways..." Duncan sighed.

"Don't you dare say that, Duncan! We all know that's not true? Besides, we need you! We can't lose you too!" Nevena cried. Duncan sighed.

"I'm going to grab something to eat at the buffet, if anyone wants to join me, you're certainly welcome to." Duncan said as he left for downstairs, shutting the door in the process.

The room went silent for a few minutes, then, Micheal broke the silence.

"Why?" He asked. "Why couldn't Daenerys just go somewhere else to try to take over? Why Tel Aviv? Why Victor? Why Duncan?"

"None of this is her fault." Nevena sighed. Micheal got mad

"Oh, so now you're taking her side? What's wrong with this picture? We can't have the Eurovision final because of her!" Micheal raised his voice.

"Maybe we should just leave it be. Maybe it's not as bad as we think." Conan tried to make the others feel better. It wasn't working too well.

It was later in the night. Everyone was asleep. Everyone that is, except for Duncan. He couldn't sleep. He didn't know if it was the lie that was haunting him, or the weird feeling.

Duncan decided that he would tell the truth to Daenerys. He snuck out of the room to go to the place where Daenerys was.

Meanwhile, in the stadium where Daenerys was. Jorah, Tyrion, and Daenerys were sat at the table. That's when Jon came running into the room.

"Your grace! We have a problem!" He cried. Daenerys raised an eyebrow.

"The Night King found his way here! He's looking for us! And he built a whole new army!" Jon escalated. Jorah gasped.

"We have to leave! Leave this place. Leave Tel Aviv!" Tyrion panicked. That's when there was a knock on the door.

"Who could that be?" Jorah asked.

"The Night King wouldn't knock. Maybe it's someone who wants to see us?" Daenerys said. She opened the door to see Duncan standing by the door.

"My Queen!" He said to her. "May I come in?"

"Why of course. You are welcome." Daenerys said as Duncan walked into the room.

"Would you like something to drink?" Jorah asked Duncan.

"No thanks, I came here to confess something.... I'm not really....."  That's when Duncan collapsed to the ground, shaking.

"W-what..... W-why?" He croaked out. Tyrion laughed.

"Don't you see? You're the leader! We wanted your power!" Jorah exclaimed. Duncan looked Daenerys dead in the eyes. Her eyes were heartless and cold. They had no soul.

"B-but... But I'm not the l-leader!" Duncan stammered.

"Well, it doesn't matter. There's no reason to keep you alive." Daenerys laughed.

"P-please! D-don't do this!" Duncan's voice became more and more raspy. He felt weak.

"It's too late for you, Duncan!" Jon said.

They all watched as Duncan helplessly tried to regain his strength. It wasn't working. It took the last of Duncan's strength to speak...

"J-just promise me... One thing.... Y-you won't h-hurt the others.... Please...." Then he shut his eyes and was no longer trying to get up.

"Oh Duncan. Don't worry. I won't hurt them. I promise. Gray Worm. Get the body to another room. We'll deal with it later. For now..... We got bigger problems...."