[Contains GoT spoilers! This series follows Seasons 2 through 8 of Game of Thrones.] Rhaena Velaryon is the daughter of the late Lord of the Tides, Trysten Velaryon, and of the former Princess of House Targaryen, Visaerya Velaryon. Living on the isl...
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"We can destroy them by burning them." Jon tells them all, holding a lit torch to the wight's freshly severed hand. It's finger wrench around wildly and on the ground, the halved wight screeches loudly in pain and writhes around. Cersei's eyes dart between the wight and Jon and Rain can see she may be having trouble accepting this new truth. She remembers how she was stunned at Hardhome as well. "Or, we can destroy them with dragonglass." Jon continues, pulling a dragonglass dagger from his cloak and holding it high for everyone to see before pointing to the wight. "If we do not win this fight, then that is the fate of every person in the world." He grabs the wight by it's arm and holds him up, driving the dragonglass in to it's chest. The wight shrieks before falling limp immediately, it's legs following suit as it dies completely.
Cersei's eyes are wide and reddening as she watches it die. Rhaena can see her shaking slightly. She looks up at Jon as he approaches her. "There is only one war that matters: The Great War. And it is here." He tells her. Cersei finally breaks her eyes away and stares up at Jaime wordlessly, who in turn glances worriedly at her.
"I didn't believe it until I saw them." Dany says, trying hard not to break down. "I saw them all."
"As did I." Rhaena adds. "They nearly killed me - twice." She looks at Jon, who's eyes seem sadder now as he remembers.
"How many?" Jaime finally asks.
"A hundred thousand, at least." Dany replies, making his eyes widen in fear. Euron jumps to his feet and swaggers over to crouch before the wight. He touches it curiously, delicately feeling the wispy white hair of it before asking in a serious tone.
"Can they swim?"
"No." Jon replies swiftly. Euron rises and looks at him.
"Good. I'm taking the Iron Fleet back to the Iron Islands."
Cersei seems taken aback. "What are you talking about?"
"I've been all around the world. I've seen everything, things you can't imagine, but this," He states before looking her dead in the eyes. "this is the only thing I've seen that terrifies me." Rhaena doesn't blame him. This would be enough to instill fear in her mother, perhaps. Something to finally melt that cold exterior and break her enough to hear an apology from her. Now, Rain wonders to herself, lost in her easily absent mind and looking back up when she sees Euron taking his leave rather quickly. She watches him go and looks to Cersei when she speaks.
"He's right to be afraid, but a coward to run. When those things come for us, there will be no kingdoms to rule." The Queen begins and glances up at Jon, giving him a somewhat hopeful look, surprisingly. "The Crown accepts your truce," She turns her head to Daenerys. "until the dead are defeated. They are the true enemy." Rhaena breathes a sigh of relief and Jon turns to look at her, equally as relieved. He even smiles joyfully at her, a smile she returns regardless of how pained it may look. Nothing will have been for naught. Now they stand a chance- "In return, the King in the North will extend this truce." Rhaena sees the smile drain from Jon's face. Still looking at her, he turns worried and pale and even seems to be looking for reassurance in Rhaena's lilac eyes. "He will remain in the North where he belongs. He will not take up arms against the Lannisters. He will not choose sides."
