"When I was a girl, my brother told me it was made with a thousand swords from Aegon's fallen enemies. What do a thousand swords look like in the mind of a little girl who can't count to twenty? I imagined a mountain of swords too high to climb. So many fallen enemies, you could only see the soles of Aegon's feet." Daenerys remarked staring up at the throne.
"I saw them executing Lannister prisoners in the street. They said they were acting on your orders." Jon said moving closer, carefully.
"It was necessary." She agreed calmly.
"Necessary? Have you been down there? Have you seen? Children, little children, burned!" Jon shouted
" I tried to make peace with Cersei. She used their innocence as a weapon against me. She thought it would cripple me."
" And Tyrion?"
" He conspired behind my back with my enemies. How have you treated people who've done the same to you, even when it broke your heart?"
"Forgive him." Jon begged
' I can't." Daenerys countered.
"Where is Jon?" Selma demanded.
"Selma-" Rickon came running up past Arya. "I saw him headed for the throne room!"
"Oh no." Selma whispered.
" And it will be. It's not easy to see something that's never been before. A good world." Daenerys decided
"How do you know? How do you know it'll be good?" Jon countered
" Because I know what is good. And so do you." She deemed
"I don't."
"You do. You do. You've always known."
"What about everyone else? All the other people who think they know what's good." Jon countered
" They don't get to choose." She corrected "Be with me. Build the new world with me. This is our reason. It has been from the beginning, since you were a little boy with a bastard's name and I was a little girl who couldn't count to twenty. We do it together. We break the wheel together."
"Back up bitch." Selma demanded marching forward.
"Selma what are you doing?" Jon questioned. Daenerys scoffed turning to her throne.
"You are too late, its mine." Daenerys said vindictively.
"Jon I'm saving you." Selma answered pushing past, blade in hand. "Well done, bitch you are queen of ashes." Selma shouted. "Bravo!" Daenerys turned just in time to see Selma's blade colliding with her face. She screamed as the blade lodged into her eye.
"Go for the chest! What are you doing?" Rickon demanded. "That won't kill her."
"Rickon!" Jon shouted.
"I like to be dramatic." Selma countered. "and I want her to suffer." Another stab to her chest and another. Daenarys lay choking for breath, bleeding out at Selma's feet. Selma crouched before her. "Burning kings landing is one thing..." Selma warned low in her throat. "But trying to steal my man? That is unforgivable."
Selma turned to Jon, he wiped the blood from her cheek commanding they leave this moment. She agreed of course, but where would they go? She heard soldiers coming, saw a dragon coming, they were trapped.
"Okay the way I see it we have two options. Maybe three. "
"Selma-"
"One : we kill those soldiers and anyone that gets in our way. "
"Whats the next option?" Jon countered
"Two: we say she killed herself and hope they like my pouty innocent face. Take the crown for yourself- I would look great in a crown as your queen." Selma went on
"Or?" Jon pondered kissing her.
"First you have to admit I would look great in a crown"
"You would." Jon confirmed.
"or three... we take that super scary badass dragon and fly the hell out of westeros. Your choice. " Selma decided.
"Um guys, bad guys coming." Rickon countered. Jon weighed his options hearing the unsullied getting closer.
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Not To Be Dramatic // Jon Snow
FanfictionSelma Stark was the opposite of her twin sister sansa. Selma was madly in love with her half brother Jon. If she didnt have him she thought she might die... not to be dramatic about it. Thats just how she felt. 🐺 "Baby what a time to be alive...
