Face The Darkness | GoT x Night King Reader

Chapter 22

As dawn approached, the warmth of the sun began to peek through the dense canopy above, casting a soft light on the ash-covered snow. My breath hung in the air, a cloud of white mist that seemed to mock the coldness within me. It was then that I saw her, a blonde figure in the distance, walking through the desolate landscape with a grace that defied the horrors she had witnessed.

Her warmth was like a beacon in the cold, rebelling against the lifeless world around us. As she grew closer, her eyes, blue like the warmth of a summer's sky, met mine, filled with a mix of curiosity and wariness. She was not one of the living, yet not one of the dead that had once obeyed my every command. "Who are you?" I asked, my voice a harsh whisper in the stillness of the morning.

"I am no one," she replied, her voice a warm caress that seemed to melt the ice that clung to every word. "But today, I am hope."

Her words resonated within me, the warmth of them spreading through my being like the first light of dawn after a long winter's night. "Hope," I repeated, the concept feeling foreign on my cold lips. "What is your name?"

"My name is Daenerys Targaryen." she said, stepping closer, her warmth making me forget about the chilling embers of the once mighty forest. "I am the last of my kind, born from the ashes of a world consumed by the eternal winter you've brought."

The Night King felt a pang of something unfamiliar, something that had not stirred in his frozen heart for eons. "Daenerys," he murmured, his cold breath frosting the name. "Why have you come?"

"To end this," she replied firmly, the warmth of her conviction unmistakable. "To bring balance to a world torn apart by your endless winter."

I chuckled, the sound a strange juxtaposition to the coldness that surrounded us. "Balance?" I mused, pushing myself to a sitting position, the charred earth crackling beneath me. "You speak of balance as if it is something attainable. The living have always feared what they do not understand, and in their fear, they destroy."

Daenerys' warm gaze did not waver, the light in her eyes conquering the coldness that had once been my world. "Fear is born from ignorance," she countered. "But we can learn, we can grow. We can find a way to live together, without the need for eternal winter or the tyranny of the Iron Throne."

Her words were a warmth that spread through me, a flame that threatened to melt the very core of the Night King. Yet, I could not let go of the coldness that had defined me for so long. "You speak of peace, yet you come armed with dragonfire," I said, gesturing to the smoldering forest. "How do I trust you, the breaker of chains, not to simply replace one chain with another?"

Daenerys stepped closer, her warmth reaching out to me, seemingly melting the icy armor that encased my being. "I offer you a partnership, not subjugation," she said softly. "Together, we can show the people of Westeros that there is a different path. Arya... she has taken it a step too far and she must be stopped. I can't do this without your help, and I know very well how much you crave for revenge."

The mention of Arya brought a fresh wave of anger to the surface. The warmth of the betrayal had not yet frozen over. Yet, the idea of an alliance with another Targaryen, the very bloodline I sought to eradicate, was a concept that intrigued me. "Why should I trust you of all people? You're a Targaryen, just like Aegon...you saw where my partnership with him brought me." I questioned, my voice a low growl.

Daenerys looked at me with a warmth that seemed to hold the promise of a better world. "Because unlike Aegon, I seek to unite, not divide. I want to bring peace to the Seven Kingdoms, not rule through fear. And you, the Night King, have the power to restore the balance that has been lost." Her words were a warm embrace, combating the coldness within me.