"Lynasier's followers will abandon her if they know the war is lost, give them that chance. If the city surrenders they'll ring the bells and raise the gates, please if you hear them ringing the bells call of the attack."
Truma can either make or br...
TW: character death, talk of miscarriage, and death (it's 12:40 in the morning I'm editing this so forgive me if I repeat.) •••••••••••
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••••••••••• His fate pt. 4
Daemerys woke up looking around her surroundings. She felt an intense pain in her lower belly, she had felt her hair to be wet and her body sweating. But once thing that caught her eye was Ser Jorah. "What happened?" She asked opening her eyes. "Khalessi!" Ser Jorah yelled waking up. "Where's my baby?" She asked running her hand through her hair. "Jorah?" She asked as he looked down. "Where's my baby?" She asked with tears in her eyes as he looked at her. "He was born stillborn Khalessi." He stated as a year fell down her cheek. "What does that mean?" She asked worried as a realization overcame her. "I'm so sorry Khalessi." He said hugging her as she sobbed on the floor. "My baby!" She yelled crying on him. "I'm so sorry." He said comforting her in his arms. "Shhh, it'll be ok." Ser Jorah said rubbing her back as she cried even harder.
Daemerys sobs could have been heard through the whole community. She wouldn't stop crying, but when she did, she passed out of exhaustion.
Daemerys slept the whole night after that. Everything that had happened to her in her life had made her pass out of exhaustion. She didn't want to wake up ever again if she kept feeling like this. She knew her people needed her more than ever now. But the last thing she needed was to hear this, "the last things she needs right now is to know that her husband is dying. She doesn't need to know." Ser Jorah stated outside the tent. Everything was crashing down in a matter of hours. Daemerys whole world had just ended and and this? On top of everything wasn't what she needed. "He's dying?" She asked coming out of the tent. "Yes Khalessi." The guard said. "Is he awake?" She asked as the guard nodded. "Bring me to him." She stated trying to stand up. "Of course Khalessi." The guard said helping her walk. "Daemerys-" Ser Jorah started to say. "I need this not for myself but for my son." She stated turning around to face him. "It's what he would've wanted." She stated before walking off on her own.
As soon as Daemerys walked into her husbands tent she knew he wasn't going to make it. "The baby-" Khal started to say. "He didn't make it." Daemerys said tearing up as he caressed her cheek. "I truly love you, even if you didn't think that." He said as she teared up nodding before kissing his hand. "What will happen after you die?" She asked as he gave her a week smile. "Dothraki and everything will go to you, if you do not want them they will appoint Dovhan to lead them for the time being unless you need them. They are your people, Not just mine but ours." He said as she gave him a nod. "I'm sorry." She stated as he nodded. "I named the baby Rhaegar after my brother." She stated trying to lighten the mood as he nodded. "I don't want to watch you suffer." She stated as he nodded. "Just come lay with me." He stated opening the blankets to her as she crawled in. "Thank you." She said laying against his chest. "For everything, I'll never forget you." She said as he kissed her forehead. "I know you won't. You're the moon of my life, my sun-and-stars." He said weakly as he heard a soft snore.
Khal Drogoian would die in his sleep the next day next to the love of his life. She would scream, cry and call out his name in pain when finding out. With every love story must come with an end, and this one has. But with ever story this one doesn't end here.
Since I'm the star of it.
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