The Bells (rewrite) Chapter 1, a game of thrones fanfic

The Bells (Rewritten)

Chapter one: The moment everything matters

I have waited for this moment for years, I, however, didn't think I would arrive at this moment like this. Jorah is dead, so are Missandei, Visirion and Rhaegal. My heart burns when I think about it. All I want to do is protect Drogon like he's my child. I will never get children, even if Jon says the source is not credible. I came to terms with it a long time ago.

I look out of the sky, and I was born in this castle on the worst storm the country had ever seen. This castle belongs to me by birthright, so does the iron throne. No one will take it away from me.

The door opens us; a tray is pushed inside. The servants are avoiding me, and I think they feel fear. I look at the food; no part of me wants to eat it — not a single.

I think about what I will need to do. I haven't eaten since Rhaegal and Missandei died. For some reason, the feeling is getting to me. Whenever I feel a strong emotion, I tend to stop eating. Now it is worse than before. I walk towards the tray and look at it. It's the best the North has to offer, and I would eat it out of gratitude. I, however, know I would be sick.

I turn around, sitting down on the bed. I know what to do right? I attack King's Landing. I take back that was taken from me. I…

Then I don't know what to do anymore. Years my image was clear. Sir Jorah was supposed to be at my side. Missandei, Visirion and Rhaegal were supposed to be at my side, but they're not, because of her. The image of Cersei Lannister enters my mind. Her eyes turned to me as she gives the command. I see no blood when they behead Missandei, and it's too far even to see. At that moment I think I'm about to faint, I'm about to take actions I shouldn't. Tyrion watches me. He tells me to think about what I do that we are at a disadvantage.

So I don't do anything. The moment keeps coming to my mind, was there anything I could have done to prevent her death? To prevent Rhaegal's dead? All of it was my fault.

I walk to the tray in a fast way and throw it out of the window. I scream, loud, I don't care who hears me. There are tears in my eyes, I'm supposed to be calm and collected, but I feel like I'm going mad.

Mad, I shouldn't be using that word. My father was mad, and we all know where that brought me — murdered by his own Kingsguard.

If I'm mad, I might be as worst as him. The thing I have tried to deny for so long and I feel like it's happening to me. I stand up, and I scream again, out of pain, out of anger. I clench my teeth together. I walk to the end of the bed and drop myself on it. I cry again. The emotion is to bad, and I have no one to talk to. I only have Jon, my nephew. The one that has a higher claim to the throne. The one that could take it from me. So I know that he's told Sansa and Arya about that birthright and I know that it will not stay quiet. They will think he's more…

I can't think about it. Dany, don't think about it.

I stand up again. I am walking from one side of the room to the other. That is when my attention goes to the only possession Missandei had. I think about the last thing Missandei said. She said Dracarys. It is a simple message; she tells me to burn them. I don't know whom she means by it. I look at the door; slowly, I take a breath. There is no plan of attack, but for some reason, I want to get it over with.

In my mind, I hear a voice.

'Ever time a Targaryen is born, the god flips a coin.' Did my coin land on Mad? I look at the tables, books all over it. I had reading it. I throw the books to the ground, yes, I do think my coin landed on mad. I think about my brother and wonder if I'm like him. Right now, I need Jorah, and I need him to tell me that I'm not mad. That I can still be a good ruler, but there is no one here who loves me anymore. All feelings I call in them in fear. Fear.

It's a feeling; I tell myself — a powerful emotion. Also, I'm feeling it myself. A Feeling to lose the little I have left. I think about Jon again, how I love him. I put my hand to my head as I feel dizzy. I sit down again. The days of not feeding myself are getting to me and the only food I had I threw out of the window. I scream again, and no one hears, I guess. If they had, they would have been here instances.

I hear Olenna Tyrell, telling me to be a dragon. Dragons don't do well in the north, my dragons hadn't been eating over there, but it seems a dragon doesn't handle emotion that well. I turn around.

DRACARYS.

"SHUT, UP!" I scream.

"My grace." A voice. When I turn around, I find Tyrion Lannister watching me. He looked terrified, and I assume he heard me scream. When I turn around, his face changed. I have doubt in me, or he is going to tell me something I didn't like. I turn my face a little bit.

"We can bring up more food if you please." A smile appears on my face as I nod.

"Someone betrayed you."

This wasn't new information, it was Jon, who betrayed me. Jon who told the truth. Sansa, who had not been able to keep her mouth shut. I look at him, as he tells me it was Varys. Varys who wants Jon Snow on the Iron Throne. I look at Tyrion as he tells me that he was the one who told Varys. And he says to me that I should have told him. I would never have told Tyrion; I wanted this information to remain a secret. I turn around. I tell him we know what to do, and he looks to me in fear.

I didn't think it about it when I let them get Varys. I guess my mind was silent for a few seconds. I hated how we were meeting in the dark. I hated that Jon was by my side and he hadn't said a single word. When Varys arrived before me, he looked me in the eye. He believed I was mad; he thought I would. My mind went in overdrive. I thought about what I was about to do. I was going to burn him for betraying me.

"Goodbye, old friend," Tyrion whispered.

"Lord Varys" I can't breath. "I, Daenerys of House Targaryen, First of My Name, Breaker of Chains and Mother of Dragons sentence you to die."

He expects, I didn't hear the last words he said. I know I should say the word, the word that has been whispered in my ear again and again, but I can't to it. I think about Sam Tarly, and I murdered his father and brother, I didn't show mercy. I had made a mistake. I had been mad. I want to scream, but at this moment I can't.

Every time a Targaryen is born, the gods flip a coin, and the people hold their breath.

Hold their breath.

Burn them all.

DRACARYS.

I close my eyes for a moment. I bite my lip once again, feeling Drogon behind me, to pass sentence. I close my eyes. I don't know how long passed; when I open my eyes, I see Varys still in fear before me. Fear, the thing everyone hears feels — even the people beside me.

DRACARYS

That damn word. Burn. Them. All. I heard in my head. Burn. Him. My father did this to the uncle of Jon and his grandfather. I did this. It wouldn't be different from what I did to the Tarly's. And yet I have a choice here; I feel this is the moment I decide. I hear myself say I should show them I'm mad. It would be easier. I listen to a voice say he deserved it. And then I heard something else. Jorah. The one I showed mercy, time and time again.

I…

"Let this be an example of me…" I pause. What should I add to this? "Kindness."

I can see that Varys, still thinks he will die. I take a step forward.

"Today Lord Varys, I, will show you mercy." I don't feel relieve in Varys eyes. I see the confusion. When I look at Jon and Tyrion, I see the same confusion. I know I might have shown weakness, but it doesn't feel like it. I walk away and return to my room. I sit down.

What did I do, did I let someone betray me? I didn't take what I needed with Fire and Blood. When I looked in the mirror, I finally liked my reflection again. A knock came at the door.

I spent the next few hours, sitting in my room. I read a bit, but I noticed I couldn't keep my attention to it. People had come inside, and they had told me that Jamie Lannister had gotten past our defences.

Tyrion and Grey Worm entered the room.

"The people in King's Landing are innocents." I looked at him. "Like the people in Slaver's Bay."

"The people in Slaver's bay liberated themselves. They fought…"

"You don't know what Cersei is like, what she can be like." I heard him speak; he called the people of King's Landing hostages. People I didn't want to hurt. I thought about what I had done to Varys. And I thought about what I needed to do to the town. He talked about not attacking the city, but I needed to. I needed to liberate King's landing.

"The city will know no more tyrants."

"Please…" He looked at me. "If you hear them ring the bells, call of the attack."

I looked at Grey Worm and told him he would know what to do.

"Mercy is our strength…"

"And your brother has wanted to get past our line of defence," I said. "We captured him."

That was when I closed my eyes; after a few seconds, Jon entered the room. I couldn't read his emotion. I looked at him, as I walked towards him. I had fear in this country. He stepped towards me, as he looked me in the eye. He wanted to tell he was surprised that I didn't kill Varys, but he didn't say a word.

"No one loves me." I was sad as I turned away from him.

"I love you."

And for some reason, I didn't believe him. I didn't believe that he loved me. I told him to go; I needed to be by myself. A big part of me wanted to talk, but that part didn't have control. I sat down; I looked from the sky. Only a few hours, until the attack. A few hours until the future of King's Landing would be signed. I lay down and tried to find a peaceful sleep, but it wouldn't come.

BURN THEM ALL.

DRACARYS.

I awoke with a scream. I kept hearing the words 'burn them all'. For some reason, in the voice of my father, a voice that I never in my life had heard. I thought about Virerys. He would have set fire to King's Landing. He would have done it without blinking. I wondered if he were the brother I wanted to follow. Then I thought about Rhaegar, sweet Rhaegar, the brother I heard tales about. And I thought about what he would have done. I knew nothing about him. I stood up.

It was time; I thought as I walked outside. I got on Drogon and left for King's Landing.

When I got on my dragon, I felt good. This was my birthright. The wind went past me as I flew in the sky. The world beneath me. And for some reason, I thought about what Viserys had said. People would wave their flags in happiness that I was coming back. Today there would be no flags; they didn't know who I was or what I stood for. Today there would be fear.

DRACARYS!

I heard it again in my ears, I knew somewhere was King's Landing I was almost there. What would I do if the bells ringing? Would I show mercy once again?

When a Targaryen is born, the gods flip a coin, and we hold our breath.

My mind went silent as I dove down. I didn't need to say the words, Drogon knew precisely what he needed to do. He needed to take out the Golden Company; he needed to take out the fleet. The moment I descended, the army attacked as well. I looked at my goal and took out whom I needed to take out. I looked around me, beneath me, I heard screams. People were going to the red keep to find safety. Fear I could smell it.

BURN THEM ALL!

And for some reason, I burned the soldiers. I felt mercy for them, but this was a battle, and I was doing what any conquer would do. I took what I wanted. When everyone outside the gate had been gone, I burned the gates. The army ran inside, right upon the gate. There the Lannister forces were waiting for us. Their golden lions were shining in the firelight. And for just a second my army stared at them. A descended on the roofs of the city. No one would be able to hurt Drogon. They were Helpless.

In front of me, I saw how the Lannister army dropped their weapons.

"Ring the bells!" I heard voices say.

I heard everything in that second, the screams, the voices begging to ring the bells. However, I heard no bells. No bells. Was I hoping to hear them? What would I do if they did ring?

BURN THEM ALL!

My heart started to beat, and it melted together with the screams. 'Be a dragon', 'Be a dragon'. What would a dragon do? Would it burn everything, or did it show mercy? I closed my eye; again, I felt the need to scream. Scream for someone to hear. And then it came, the bells — the sign of defeat. I looked at the people, running away from me. Inside was Cersei with tricks up her sleeve. Would I get to her if I hurt these people? Would she be hurt as I had been?

I closed my eyes; the bells kept ringing. And I heard Missandei in my head. 'Burn them all'.

ALL MEN MUST DIE!

I closed my eyes. I was a dragon; dragons were conquerors, they burned down cities. I needed to do this. I wanted to make Drogon fly again, starting to burn everything. I heard the voices, but I didn't do anything. I was mad. Mad. Mad. I began to hyperventilate, hate going through my body. Would Cersei get hurt?

I looked at the people. No. Cersei would not get hurt. She would destroy these people to get what she wants; I would not hurt Cersei for what she had taken from me. I would not get anything by burning down the city. I heard voices in my head. MAD, MAD. It kept screaming.

And then the voice of Jorah entered my mind. He had given his life so I would be Queen. A good Queen wouldn't do this. A good Queen would protect her people. And that moment I decided, I turned to the army.

"Seize the Lannister men," I spoke. "And get Cersei Lannister. She will pay for what she has taken from me. She will…"

I looked at King's Landing. And for some reason, the fear of madness remained in me. I sat there, staring at King's Landing. And Drogon was with me. My last child.