As we approach it grows colder. I decide on an outfit that closely resembles Jon's. We look at the shore and the castle upon it. The dragons fly in the sky. We sit on a small row boat ahead of the fleet.
(Sam)
"Has She come yet?" "Who?" "The dragon queen. Daenerys Stormborn and her sister y/n Stormborn?" "No I've heard nothing." Y/n is with her sister. I must get word to Jon.
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I walk down the beach with my sister. She stops and places her hand on the sand. She looks up and stands again. We continued walk. We reach the abandoned castle. There are two dragon heads by the great doors. Two unsullied open them. We look upon the great city. "Daenerys is this-" she cuts me off. "Yes it is." We walk to our castle. Our home. We walk down the steps and through the open doors to the main hall. She pulls down the old banner. We walk towards the throne. The other stay back as we walk to it. I follow slightly behind her. She walks over and we see the meeting room. We look at the old map and the little figures. It's all dusty and old. There are dragons carved into the wall. My sister stops and the head of the table. She looks at the dwarf and then at me. "Shall we begin?" She asks.
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We speak of our enemy's. The bald man speaks with my sister about who he served. She questions his loyalty. He makes a strong argument. She makes him promise to tell her what she is doing wrong. Grey worm speaks up. He tells that the red priestess is here. At that moment everything floods my mind at once. Everything that happened that night. I quickly retreat to my room.
