TYRION
The bells around the city ring vigorously and Tyrion and the rest of his group have to remove themselves from their chairs and face the cold harsh reality. Death is here. Here for us all. What a wonderful night. Brienne, Davos, and Daario had already left and were on their way to the walls of the city. Jaime was preparing to leave and sheathing his sword.
Before Jaime could turn around to leave Tyrion grabs him by the arm to keep him for a moment longer. "We may never see each other again."
Jaime nodded with sadness evident in his eyes. "I suppose that could be true."
Tyrion kept his tears at bay but his sadness was evident in the way his voice cracked as he spoke. "If it weren't for you, I never would have survived my childhood."
Jaime shook his head as redness engulfed his eyes. "You would have managed."
But Tyrion just shook his head in return as a single tear escaped from the bindings he kept on the water developing in his eyes as it strayed down his cheek. "You were the only one, who didn't treat me like a monster," he whimpered. "You were all I had."
Jaime bent down and drew his brother in a tight embrace as his tears finally fell and Tyrion sobbed into his shoulder. "I love you little brother," he sobbed.
Tyrion pulled away and nodded. "I love you too big brother."
They exited the room and the two lions walked they're separate ways.
JON
"Remember don't enter the battle unless we know where the Night King is positioned," Jon said as both he and Daenerys jogged up the stairs to the open area of the roof.
"I know," Daenerys responded quickly.
"We have enough men this time around, you needn't worry," Jon said frantically as they finally exited onto the roof and awaited Drogon to appear.
"I know," she said with slight irritation in her voice.
"And remember to-"
"Jon! Everything you're telling me I already know!" she turned away in frustration as Drogon landed.
She began approaching before she was pulled away by his strong hand grasping her wrist. "Wait," he said as he spun her back around. He took a deep breath before speaking his mind. "I know I haven't said it much lately, in fact I don't think I've said it ever. But you know I love you, right?"
The irritation present on her face quickly dissipated and was replaced with a warm smile as she quickly pulled him in for a kiss before he could even react. She pulled away and caressed his bearded cheek one last time before leaving. "I know," she whispered as she turned around and mounted Drogon, commanding him to fly away. As she looked back she still saw him watching her the whole way. "I love you too."
MISSANDEI
She walked with her Unsullied soldier as he prepared to move outside the gates. He would be meeting the dead head on and she feared she would never see him ever again. She pulled him in quickly for their possible last kiss. As she pulled away she still held him close, held him close as long as she possibly could before she had to let him go. "Avy jorrāelan," she slipped out without thought, but she didn't regret it.
Grey Worm pulled away and looked into her eyes. "Avy jorrāelan tolī," he whispered as he pulled away and marched in line with the rest of the Unsullied out of the gates and to the outside of the walls.
Missandei did not attempt to keep her tears at bay at the possibility of her seeing Grey Worm for the final time, but she found her strength to walk back to the Red Keep.
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My version of Game of Thrones season 8
FanfictionThis 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...