Face The Darkness | GoT x Night King Reader

Chapter 23

With a heavy sigh, I nodded, feeling the weight of the ages lift from my shoulders. "Very well," I said, the coldness in my voice thawing slightly. "We will unite. But know this, I do not fight for your throne, nor for the living. I fight to end the cycle of fear and death that has plagued this land for too long."

Daenerys offered her hand, and with surprising gentleness, she helped me to my feet. Her warmth seeped into my cold skin, a stark reminder of the life I had once known.

Together, we approached her steed, a creature of warmth in a world of cold. The horse snorted, its breath a cloud of mist in the early morning air. It seemed to sense the shift in the balance of power, the potential for a new alliance between fire and ice.

Daenerys looked at me with a warm smile, her hand outstretched towards the creature. "Take my hand," she said, her voice filled with the warmth of hope. "Let us ride towards the future you speak of, where the living do not fear the night."

Her words were a warmth that seemed to melt the very ice that made up my being. With a nod, I took her hand, and she helped me onto the back of her horse. The creature, a fiery steed bred from the warm sands of Essos, shifted slightly beneath us, its warmth battling the cold that I had grown accustomed to.

We rode through the ash and snow, motivated by the warmth of our shared goal. The once-mighty forest that had been burned was left far behind us. The coldness of the land did not deter us, rather, it fueled the warmth of our newfound resolve to bring balance to Westeros.

Daenerys' fortress, Dragonstone, loomed in the distance, a bastion of warmth and life amidst the cold. The dragonfire that had once been feared by the living now served as a beacon of hope, a symbol of our united front. The castle walls, blackened by the fiery breath of her dragons, stood tall against the stark whiteness of the surroundings.

We entered the castle, our steps echoing through the hallowed halls. The warmth of the dragonglass, the exact opposite of the coldness of the ice that had been my domain, surrounded us. Her room was a sanctuary of warmth, with a roaring fireplace and walls adorned with tapestries of a warmer time. The scent of candles filled the air, a gentle reminder that not all warmth was destructive.

Daenerys guided me to a chair, "Rest," she instructed gently, her voice a balm to the frostbite of my soul. "I will prepare a bath for you."

I watched as she worked, her warmth radiating through the room, filling the cold air with the promise of something new. The sound of rushing water echoed through the chamber as she filled the vast, steaming tub. It was a warm contrast to the icy pools of my own realm, where the dead were born. The scent of herbs and oils filled the air, a warm embrace that seemed to melt the very armor that had protected me for millennia.