Game Of Thrones (Season 8 Rewrite)

Episode Three: The Long Night (Part 4)

》Daenerys POV

Just a moment ago, I was battling Viserion up high in the sky. Now I was in a room, a darkened room. The only thing in sight was a large wooden door. I looked to my right, and then to my left, but there was nothing. Just a large door. I opened it and entered a much larger room. Across the chamber, stood a pile of iron swords, forged together in the shape of a throne...the throne. Sitting on it, was a man with a ruby encrusted crown. Beside him, there were two women. Each one with long silver flowing hair.

It was Aegon and his sister-wives. A small grin grew on my face, seeing my ancestors in person and all, but it was mostly consumed with confusion. As I approached them, a loud screech was heard. I looked to the windows of the throne room as a large black dragon flew across the sky. Another dragon followed, and then another. They were silver, or gray: Balerion, Meraxes, and Vhagar.

As I turned my head back to the throne, Aegon was gone, as were his sister-wives. Sitting on the throne, was another man, much younger. He wore a different crown but it was similar to Aegon's. His silver hair was a bit longer than Aegon's too. Perhaps it was Aenys, or Maegor - the conqueror's sons. I continued to approach the throne. The closer I made it to the chair, the more dragon screeches were heard, and thus, the more dragons could be seen through the windows. Gold ones, silver ones, red ones.

I was practically spinning around the room. Everywhere I looked, I spotted the same throne, each time with a new ruler sitting on it. One by one, all of the kings and queens who have sat the Iron Throne appeared. The room was spinning like a wheel, and on and on it went. It was as if I was traveling through history, seeing every ruler face to face. The dragon sounds eventually faded away, marking the Dance of Dragons, but there were still many more kings to come. The spinning got faster and the room grew more intense.

It all eventually stopped; the room spun no more. Time stopped at a very specific time...and king. On the throne sat a man with long silver hair. He was old, his nails unkempt, as was his hair. Standing in front of him was a knight with golden hair.

Knight- Please your grace, surrender already. We don't need another bloodshed. Rhaegar fell on the Trident.

My heart sank. Was this the moment I thought it was?

King- Your father is sacking the city. I want his head!

Knight- Please. How many times do I have to say it?

The old man reluctantly and quietly replied.

King- Let Robert Baratheon be the King of the Ashes.

Knight- What?

The king turned to his servant, who was standing by him. Their faces were both smug.

King- Burn them....burn them all.

The servant began to pace out of the room, passing me. I saw as he was about to leave. I turned back around to see the knight and the king arguing some more.

Knight- What are you doing?

The old man smiled.

King- Robert will never sit on this throne...or your father. They will watch as the city goes down in flames.

The knight was shocked, as was I. The old man was Aerys II, the Mad King. That was my father up on the throne. And the knight in front of him was Ser Jaime Lannister. Before I could process it anymore, he quickly ran to pyromancer and killed him. Jaime turned back to the throne. The Mad King was trying to flee, seeing he was in grave danger.