Disclaimer: I don't own Game of Thrones and Daenerys or else there would be more than 8 seasons. Like I would appreciate it but all good things have to end. ;)
My eyes flew open. I am lying on the ground. I took in a moment to look up the sky while figuring out where hell in the Seven Kingdoms I am at. Ashes were flying down from the sky. I choked on the dust of ashes for a second then slowly got up. I could smell the surrounding buildings burning. I struggled to remember what had happened. Before I could recall anything, Drogon flew above my head, spraying his fire onto the buildings. Now I could even smell the melting iron. I thought it was rather strange since the Red Keep wasn't made from iron. Seconds after, I could hear someone wailing for their dead loved one. I felt a pang of regret for slaughtering the innocent people but I scolded myself that it was all Cersei's fault. If she hasn't murdered my dearest friend in cold blood, I probably would found a space in my heart to pardon the people. I just had to do whatever it takes to make Cersei pay for the crimes. I slowly turned around to take a view of the burning King's Landing. I wanted to make sure that Cersei had no chance to launch a surprise attack.
Drogon made his landing in front of me which he was nuzzling me like I am dead. I pet his nose as I was telling him that I am alive and well but that seems did not cease that he now poking me with his nose. I yelled him to stop but he did not even response or show that he heard my command. He lifted me with his claws and flapped his wings. I knew he was taking me away. Away from my rightful Iron Throne. I attempted to shout him to stop but no words came out. Maybe Drogon saw something threatening that I had not made me aware yet.
Without any warning, Drogon withdraws his fist-hold of me in his claw. I fell onto the ground hard, which I winced to prepare that I will have broken bones but the pain didn't come. Instead, I heard some strange words. Immediately, I recognized as my second language tongue, High Valyrian. I attempted to open my eyes to see what was happening but they did not budge, it was almost like they were glued shut. Out of the fear, I scrambled as I tried to stand up but my legs remain stuck onto the ground. It feels like I was stuck in quicksand. I told myself. Ok. Don't panic, it will make quicksand much worse. I relaxed my legs, saving my strength when I am loose enough to make my escape.
Someone shouted, "Sīmonagon Daenerys!"
My eyes opened all the sudden. I took a huge deep breath in shock. My vision looked really different from the last time I opened my eyes. The world seems a lot sharper. And I even can see things really far away. I moved my hand to touch my face. It feels like scaly. My hand was icy cold to touch. But I actually feel nothing. Except the rage was brewing inside me. I could not even place why I feel so angry in the first place.
"Your Grace." Someone said to me.
At last, someone acknowledges me as the Queen. I moved my head to face the crowd of people. I slowly raised my arms up. Snow came down from the sky and the winds became harder without any warning. They all knelt down in respect.
Now I understood what happened to me.
I smiled. I am no longer Daenerys of the House Targaryen, the First of Her Name, The Unburnt, Queen of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men, Queen of Meereen, Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, Protector of the Realm, Lady Regent of the Seven Kingdoms, Breaker of Chains and Mother of Dragons.
I took a step onto the Narrow Sea. The dead silently followed me. The water crackled as its turning into ice.
I am the Night Queen.
Valar Morghulis.
