Dragons Destiny

Chapter 17: In the Court of the Dragon (Pt. 2)

'The stars have died and the heavens go up in flames.' -Trivium/In the Court of the Dragon

Dany sat curled up on the edge of the bed, eyes puffy and red from crying. When Jon and the others left she threw herself into the pillows to muffle her wailing sobs, this was supposed to be a joyous occasion, she should be happy but she wasn't - she couldn't be, not after Rhaego. She secretly always blamed herself, because of her decision to trust Mirri Mazz Duur that led to Rhaego's stillbirth - oftentimes she found her 'curse' as the perfect punishment for having failed her son, she was not worthy of having or bearing her own children.

The reality of her current pregnancy still hadn't set in, convinced that even if she was, she still could not bear a living child. The child could be stillborn or die after birth - there was also the possibility of her dying during the birthing process and suffer the fate of her mother and Jon's. If she died giving birth what would Jon do? It split her heart in half thinking of how devastated and alone he would be.

She wasn't sure how much time she spent in self isolation, but she knew she didn't want to be alone anymore. Slowly she gathered herself, left the bedroom and headed for the door - her hand was about to reach for the handle when she heard a loud thump from the other side. She paused and listened for a moment but didn't hear anything else, she shook it off figuring she was just hearing things.

'It's probably just Ghost wanting to be let in.'

Caution into the wind she reached for the handle and depressed the lever, but the moment the latch clicked, the door was forced open; from the other side. It caught her completely off guard, causing her to stumble backwards and fall. She quickly managed to brace herself from falling completely on her back - and thankfully so as that gave her a quick window to not only get a look at the Vale soldier barging into her private chambers, but to also spot the dagger in his hand.

The assailant charged in quickly before Dany could attempt to move, he was already on top of her. She managed to grab a hold of his right wrist to keep the dagger at bay, but his left hand found her throat. Dany choked for air while the man slowly inched the dagger closer and closer to her stomach - her vision was blurring and her strength was waning fast.

"I'm gunna to kill you, and that spawn you're carryin'. Then me and the boys are gunna fuck every hole you've got! AND THEN WE'RE GUNNA JUST KEEP MAKIN' MORE HOLES TO FUCK!" The soldier exclaimed in sadistic glee.

Dany was losing consciousness, the dagger was a mere half inch from her belly - she couldn't hold on any longer and death was about to take her.

Suddenly the grip on her throat loosened considerably and the weight she felt on top of her was gone. Dany slowly sat herself up, coughing slightly as air entered her lungs - as her vision started to clear she looked down and noticed red stains on her dress. Eyes widening she looked herself over; several stains all over her dress, blood on her left arm and elbow- she then became aware that her face felt wet. Touching her cheek her fingers were stained with blood - and yet she wasn't in any pain. Checking herself over once more and aside from a sore throat, she was surprised yet relieved she didn't have a single wound to speak of.

An agonizing cry snapped her to attention in time to see Sansa Stark plunging Dragonfang into the assassin's chest; further observation showed that he was also missing his right arm.

As the man lay lifeless in a pool of blood, Sansa slowly released her grip from Dragonfang - her hands were shaking, heart pounding in her ears, and her breaths were quick yet panicked.

'She's never actually killed anyone with her own hands, has she?' Dany thought.

Slowly she walked over to the redhead "Sansa...?"