DAENERYS
Daenerys sat in the room of the painted table in front of the hearth with Missandei on the other side. Normally they would be talking about the dragons or the plans for Westeros or their past or men but tonight was rather silent. The silence was broken when the oldest Stark sister entered the room. "May I speak with her grace alone?" Sansa asked. Daenerys wasn't in the mood to get into it with Sansa again but decided it would be worse if she denied her. She nodded and Missandei left the room after giving Sansa a dirty glare.
"Please sit," Daenerys said motioning her hand to the now empty seat.
"Thank you your grace," Sansa said as she took her seat. They sat in silence for a little bit as Sansa struggled to say what she was trying to say. "I'm sorry for how I have been acting towards you," she said. Daenerys was taken aback by this, she wasn't expecting this ever. "I have been unfair towards you ever since you arrived at Winterfell and I wanted to make amends," she said sincerely. Daenerys quirked a small but kind smile.
"Well thank you Lady Stark, I would like that very much." she said.
"Sansa please," Sansa said.
"Alright then, Sansa. Why the sudden change of heart?" she asked.
"I've just been thinking about how we're not all that different," Daenerys was surprised. She hadn't heard too much about her and but from what she had heard it wasn't hard to believe.
"How so?" she asked.
"We both know what it's like to go through hardships but turn those hardships into strength and we show no mercy to those who wrong us," Sansa said. Daenerys looked down seeing as she clearly knew about what happened with Varys and hoped that this wasn't what she came here to discuss. But something struck her. She shows no mercy to those who wrong her? Daenerys questioned in her head.
"Who have you shown no mercy to?" she asked.
"Ramsay Bolton, fed him to his hounds." Daenerys smiled believing the two of them might finally be gaining ground and starting to understand each other. "You stood by us in the Great War knowing what it would cost you so we will stand behind you in your war," Sansa said. Daenerys smiled and nodded in thanks.
"I look forward to the Starks and Targaryens being allies once again," she said. They sat for a few more hours, sharing happier stories. Sansa told her about her childhood and Daenerys told her about her rule in Meereen. After some time Daenerys believed it would be time to go to sleep with tomorrow being an important day. She bid Sansa goodnight and took off to her chambers.
On her way back to her chambers she encounters Ser Brienne, Sansa's close protector. She seems to be frantically searching the halls and when she sees the queen she makes a beeline straight for her. "Where is Ser Jaime?" she asked. While Daenerys didn't know exactly where she knew he left.
"He left somewhere in the night, I'm not aware of his whereabouts." Daenerys responded. Brienne stepped back as she seemed to realize where he had gone.
"Your grace, he's gone back to King's Landing we need to hold off on the attack until we know about his whereabouts." Daenerys narrowed her eyes at the lady knight.
"If he's gone back to King's Landing then he's a traitor and will die as one," Daenerys said coldly.
"I beg you your grace," Brienne said.
"There is no peace in war," Daenerys sped past her to get to her room and finally got to get some sleep. She reached over but found emptiness. This was the second night in a row she would be spending alone and she dearly missed him being beside her. Why does this always have to happen to me.
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My version of Game of Thrones season 8
FanficThis is my version of season 8 because as of right now I don't really like the direction season 8 is going for and I'd prefer to write my own version. Purely for my own entertainment and if others decide to read this and enjoy then for theirs as wel...