BREATHING FIRE

TEMPLE IN VOLANTIS

Daenerys watched the landscape through the window of the temple where she had awakened. Or risen. She didn't know which term to use. At first it was like waking up from a deep sleep. The head was heavy, and the members were slow to respond to her command. But what really waked her was the intense pain in her chest.

She looked down at the hateful scar she now carried. An eternal reminder that what happened was not a terrible nightmare, but the harsh and sharp reality. Reality of the betrayal that came from the least expected person to her. And the consequences that would trigger.

From now on she would be forever bound to the lord of light, the mysterious immortal would one day be her husband. But for now she had many issues to solve. And thanks to their agreement, had time. The enigmatic God had linked her life with that of her last living son, Drogon. As long as he lived, she would also walk the earth.

The thought that she would soon see her beloved dragon was a balm in all the bad feelings she was feeling.  Wanted to climb on him and fly across the continents. May land on an island where would rest the days without worries. But that wasn't why she came back, she had obligations and errors to correct first.

_ You are thoughtful my lady. - Spoke the red priestess Kinvara. She was present beside Daenerys when she woke up. And watched her with piercing eyes ever since.

_ Don't you think I have much to think? About the acts of the past, those of the future. I wish everything was as simple as it is for you, just watching the fire and having faith.

_ Even if the flames told you what to do, would you obey them, my  lady?

_ No, probably not. - She agreed.

_ Always, amid the chaos, when options were offered to you, the mother of the dragons reflected inward and could see a better way out.

_ Missandei once told me something similar. But were the decisions I made really the best? I was so sure, and now I live with doubts.

_ That , only time will tell. But thanks to the gift of the Lord of Light, the queen will have all the time she needs to fulfill her purpose here. Which is leading this land from darkness to light.

_ I don't believe in fanaticism, Kinvara. I didn't come back to create a worship of the Lord of Light and he knows it. I just want to help create a better world. Get my people out of poverty and degradation.

_So be it, my lady. Let's get your people.

Yes, I had already lost a day in this temple, and I didn't know how many died. The time to mourn is over. And she would finally fulfill her destiny. That same night would fly to Meeren, and from there to Dosh Khaleen. It was time to rediscover those for whom she made a promise of freedom and prosperity.

Daenerys closed her eyes. She could feel his connection with Drogon now. Stronger than ever. It was as if every beat of his wings was a pounding of her heart. In Every breath he breathed, she felt the air in her lungs. He lived for her, and she for him. And the fire inside him burned in her body like never before. She felt from her fingertips to the root of her silver hair.

Kinvara helped her bathe and discard the bloody clothes. She brought her a red dress, as was usual with the Lord of Light priestess. But this one was more sophisticated, with inlaid jewels and a black belt like the scales of her dragon.

_ I have a gift to give you before your departure my lady. - Kinvara said, removing an object from a chest. - It has always belonged to you, and it is a great honor for the temple to be able to return the crown that once belonged to your mother.

Daenerys looked at the golden crown with three intertwined dragons. She remembered when Viserys had to sell it so he could buy food for them. From that day on, all the sweetness she once knew of his brother was gone. That crown once represented all that he had lost, and now would be a symbol of her conquest.

Outside, the dragon roared.