BREATHING FIRE

DRAGON PIT

Grey worm led the way, with the two chained prisoners behind. Everyone could feel the tension in the air. It was so palpable that a knife would cut it. What would happen in that place at that moment would define the future of the seven kingdoms.

A future that now looked bleak and lifeless. Like the queen that was taken from them.

_ I see that the killer and the manipulator arrived. Did you come to pay for your crimes? - The queen of the iron islands, Yara Greyjoy, asked.

_ Look how you talk to my brother. He saved Westeros. He executed a tyrant - Exclaimed Arya Stark.

_ And let's not forget that he is the rightful heir of this land. - No, Sansa Stark wouldn't let anyone forget it. In fact, she seemed determined that every person who crossed her path would learn about it and spread the word.

After the assassination of Queen Daenerys two weeks ago, everything became chaos. No one knew how to act, they were lost without her. The Dothrak, their blood brothers, wanted to desolate this land. Bathe in blood the seven kingdoms. If it was up to them, they wouldn't stop until every man, woman, and child knew the dragon's revenge. Avenging your Khaleesi was a matter of honor, of faith. If they failed her, they would never reunite with their ancestors, never walk beside the great stallion in the lands beyond.
In the midst of it all, Grey Worm was the one who prevented a new war from starting. He knew his queen too well to know that this would not be her wish. Whenever he was dealing with a new challenge, he tried to imagine how Daenerys would act, or what Missandei would advise her. Before being cruelly murdered, Queen Daenerys' last royal decree was to appoint him master of war. And it was his duty to honor her.

Until in a very real dream, received news of a red priestess. And he allowed himself to feel something he never thought he'd feel again. Hope.

_ What are my sisters doing here? They have nothing to do with my actions - Jon said. He looked destroyed. With a Big beard, pale, thin skin, and lifeless opaque eyes. He was no longer the man he once was. The great warrior was dead. It was as if the blade had pierced them both that day in the throne room.

_ Anything? For real? - Yara asked. – You  know nothing, Jon Snow. You are either a naive or an idiot.

He looked scared. It was not the first time he had heard those words. They haunted him. Would it be his burden in life? The ignorance. If he had remained in the dark about his heritage, the situation might have been different. Daenerys would now be seated on the iron throne, and he by her side, taking some post on the little council. But he could not go back to the past. And what was done could not be undone. And he who once was a squire, commander and king, would now probably die as a traitor.

_ Lords and ladies, please. How far have we come? For what will we discuss now? I'm sure you have not left your castles, left your lands and summoned your armies to exchange barbs. This war spans almost 10 years. Countless lost lives. All for a throne that no longer exists. - Always skillful with words, it was clear that the Queen's old hand would have a speech ready. He always had. He always knew which words to speak, what reasoning to follow to get what he wanted. His mind was his weapon - Is that what you want? Another war? Send your men into battle? No. We all want peace. We want a prosperous kingdom with free men and safe children.

Dragon's pit remained silent. No one would dispute the dwarf's logic. They were all tired, the lords and the people. They missed home, wanted the security they knew in childhood. The war was bitter as gall, and on each one left a scar. No one there had been unharmed. They lost family, friends. Some have lost themselves.

_ That's also what Daenerys wants, more than anyone, - Grey Worm recalled. And again, they were all nervous and staring at each other. Peace would not come easily. Not between them, each one finding himself with more reason than the other. And each aiming only at their benefit.

_ What Daenerys wanted. - Tyrion remembered - She is no longer with us. And the mother of dragons never came to bring peace. Probably a long time ago. Even before she came here. But she crossed the green sea like a conqueror she was.

_ You lie, - said Grey Worm. He didn't know how they could be so blind. They were fooled until the last moment by Tyrion's manipulations. He engineered the Game of Thrones like no other. And if they allowed , he just would do it again.

_ My lords, in my time in reclusion I had a lot to think about. It was all I had to do. We have to decide here and now, among us, who will be the new king. Must be the bravest? The oldest? The richiest? No. The new king must be the one who will inspire the masses and command the people. He will be the one with the best history. And who has a better story than Br ...

_ Stop. We already have a queen. - Grey worm interrupted. He had already let that nonsense go too far. Now was the time.

_ You are in denial Grey Worm. Do not see? Daenerys is dead. And deserved the death she had. She lost her mind a long time ago. She would never be able to reign.

_ She was always a good ruler, always listened to the lords to the people. I was there. She set up a board to help her manage, to guide her when she need to make hard decisions. I was there. She spent her days tired, picking up orders in the great pyramid. Listening to every complaint and injury her people had. I was there. She fought for freedom, for justice, fought for a better world. And she will kept fighting.

When Grey Worm finished his speech, everyone rose to hear a dragon roar. It was Drogon. He came as a breath of hope for some, and the shadow of death for others. The air grew dusty as he approached. From outside the well could be heard the beat of drums, along with the clamor of the people.

Drogon flew over the dragon pit for a few more minutes. And when it landed, everyone's eyes could hardly believe what they were seeing. It was Daenerys Targaryen, the mother of the dragons, chainbreaker, queen of Meeren, Khaleesi, and now Queen of the Seven Kingdoms who had returned. Wearing a blood-red dress that had a bust like black armor inlaid with rubies and onyx. On her shoulders black metal scales that resembled that of a dragon and extended all over her arm. Her hair was down. And upon it, a crown with three intertwined dragons.

On top of her imposing dragon, she was someone who had some accounts to settle. And she would, with Fire and Blood.

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