The Death of Duty

Chapter 2

Daenerys

You are my queen, now and always

It was perfect, nothing was better than right now. She could have died right then and there and she would die a happy woman, oh how wrong she was. She felt the pain in her chest but she didn't back away immediately. She kept kissing him until the pain was so evident forcing her to stop. She looked down and saw a dagger sticking out of her chest, his hand on the hilt. She looked into his eyes, tears pouring out like waterfalls. She collapses as he holds her in his arms. I love you. He mouthed. 

She woke up breathing heavily in her bed. She looked down, the scar still there. She'd had the same dream every night ever since, it always ended the same. And she always woke up crying. How could he? She thought every time. How could he do this to me? Whenever she drifted back to sleep she didn't dream again for the rest of the night. But the memory would always be there. She didn't know what it was that day. She didn't know what happened. Daenerys felt she was in control but her actions weren't at all something she would do. She would never burn innocents for no reason. She would never justify any reasons for doing committing such horrible acts. She would wallow away as she's doing right now.

Morning came and the red priestesses brought her food. The food was always the best she had ever had. Perfectly cooked every time. When she wandered the streets she wore a hood to hide her snow white hair, not wanting the world to know she's alive. She would be kind to the people, give money to pour children, help elderly with their daily tasks. She would do anything to make up for everything she's done. But she would never be able to. Nothing she could do would ever be enough.

Every day at sunset she would stand in the open fields, eyes closed, desperately trying to summon him, her child. But Drogon would never appear, she could never feel his connection and every night she would go home without seeing him. And every night she would have the same dream. 

This morning on her way outside she saw a door open ajar. Being curious, she peeked inside slightly to see Kinvara, sitting in her dark room staring intently at a brazier. She knocked and without looking towards her Kinvara bid her enter. "What are you doing?" Daenerys asked. Kinvara turned and smiled to her, then turned back to her brazier. "Visions in the flames," she said. Daenerys took a few steps closer, even though she was now familiar with who the red priestesses are she was still not well informed on their culture. "What do they show you?" Daenerys asked. Kinvara rose from her seat and welcomed Daenerys to take her place. "Have a look," she said. Daenerys was hesitant but took the seat. 

She stared as intently into the flames as Kinvara had. "What do you see?" Kinvara asked from behind her. Images started to somehow appear, not exactly images that came before her but she could somehow see it. "I see snow, a village by the sea." Daenerys said continuing to study the image closer. "Anything else?" Kinvara asked leaning slightly closer. "The buildings are rather simplistic, they're either tents or wooden huts." The vision suddenly shifted to reveal more. "There's one hut that's far from the others, on a hill top." It's suddenly inside the hut and it's a mess, nothing is taken care of, clothes are strewn along the ground and there's a tree trunk in the corner beaten halfway through. But then she sees white fur along the ground. Ghost. Jon's dire wolf. But if Ghost is there then that should mean...

Surely enough she saw him. On the bed sobbing. The sheer sight of him brought tears to her eyes, she looked down to her chest where the knife entered her and then back to him. "Dany, I'm sorry." He sobbed out. "I wish I could take it back," he mumbled. "We should've just stayed at those falls, nobody would've ever found us." He could barely get out the final words as he started crying even more and soon enough it was too much for Daenerys to handle as she stormed out of the room and retreated to her quarters. 

When she was alone she curled up and tears began to fall. How could you do this to me? She thought again. How could I do this to you?

Note: It wasn't my original intention but I guess this is a romance now. I don't really know too much about how to do those so don't judge me.