BLACK BLOOD. [DAENERYS TARGARYEN.]

XXVI.

CHAPTER TWENTY SIX.
"THE DEAD ARE COMING"

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Winterfell was as good as in ruins, bodies were ablaze by dragon fire. He stood his ground, tired and in pain, a sword made out of dragon glass hung loosely in his hands.

He couldn't tell the people apart in the darkness of the night, but their screams sounded familiar. The ground beneath him thundered as the dragons landed in front of the castle, screeching out in agony almost.

Sorlo looked frantically and his heart dropped to his stomach, at the sight of Daenerys laying in the cold snow covered ground in front of the dragons. He sprinted to her side, falling to his knees as he huddled her into his arms.

Dany's face scrunched up in pain, a yelp left her lips as she stared upon his face and her hands shielded her grown stomach.

"Our child." She cried out, wetting her cheeks with hot tears.

"What do I do? Daenerys, look at me. What am I supposed to do?" Sorlo choked up, his hand cradling her face.

He was sure the gods could hear the cracks of his heart, ripping him apart on the inside. He had lost her, he had failed her. She'd die in his arms and there was nothing he had done to prevent it.

"Only death pays for life." A voice whispered, and he thought it sounded like the red woman, but there was no one around. It was only him, with the dying woman he loved in his arms.

"I don't know what to do!" He screamed, over and over, he screamed until his voice gave out.

And again, "Only death pays for life." The winds whispered, and Dany had disappeared from his hold. She was gone, and instead of feeling her body against his own, it was replaced by a blade piercing through his back.

His mouth filled with his own blood, choking on it as the pain traveled through his body. Everything around him disappeared to a blur, and slowly he slipped to unconsciousness , and lastly, to death. Cries of a baby, and the sobs of a woman were the last thing his ears heard before falling into a forever sleep.

"No!" He breathed as his eyes shot open, his body raising from his sleep and sitting up in fear. Shivers came over him as a cold breeze hit his sweat covered skin.

"What is it?" A worried Dany asked as she awoke, and sat up with the sheets covered over her chest.

Sorlo ran his hands down his face, feeling the tears that had stained his cheeks while he slept, and at the sound of her voice his eyes met hers. With a sigh of relief and a half cracked smile, he gently grabbed her face,