Daenerys let out a small sigh as she saw the throne. All her life, she had been waiting for this moment. She walked towards it, as snow and ash fell from the sky. In the back of her mind, her thoughts were restless and conflicted, but she suppressed them.

She reached out towards the throne and felt her fingers brush on the icy metal. She heard footsteps behind her, and turned around to see Jon Snow walking into the throne room. She smiled.

"When I was a girl, my brother told me it was made with 1,000 swords from Aegon's fallen enemies," she said. "What do 1,000 swords look like in the mind of a little girl who can't count to 20? I imagined a mountain of swords too high to climb… so many fallen enemies, you could only see the soles of Aegon's feet"

"I saw them executing Lannister prisoners in the streets!" Jon interrupted. "They said they were acting on your orders!"

Dany's smile faded. The feeling of doubt and conflict reignited in her mind, but she suppressed them again.

"It was necessary," she said, coldly

"Necessary? Have you been down there? Have you seen?! Children! Little children, burned!" Jon cried out, his words echoing in the throne room.

Dany looked at him, breathing shortly. She wanted him at her side. A strange feeling rose up within her.

"I tried to make peace with Cersei. She used their innocence as a weapon against me. She thought it would cripple me."

"And Tyrion?"

"He conspired begins my back with my enemies. How have you treated people who've done the same to you, even when it broke your heart?"

"Forgive him"

"I can't…"

"You can"

"You can forgive all of them, make them see they made a mistake," Jon pleaded. "Make them understand. Please, Dany…"

She could hear the pain in his voice, the same conflict that kept tearing through her mind. She couldn't let that get to her. She couldn't

"We can't hide behind small mercies. The world we need won't be built by men loyal to the world we have."

"The world we need is a world of mercy! It has to be"

"And it will be," she said, moving closer to him. "It's not easy to see something that's never been before," she said softly. "A good world"

"How do you know? How do you know it'll be good?" Jon asked, pain in his voice.

"Because I know what is good. And so do you"

"I don't…" he said, tears welling in his eyes.

"You do! You do. You've always known"

"What about everyone else? All the other people who think they know what's good?"

Dany looked at him, searching his eyes.

"They don't get to choose"

Jon looked back into her eyes, looking for a sign.

"Be with me," she whispered to him. "Build the new world with me. This is our reason. It has been from the beginning, since you were a little boy with a bastard's name, and I was a little girl who couldn't count to twenty," she said, with hope and love in her eyes. "We do it together"

"You are my Queen," Jon said, his voice breaking. "Now, and always"

Daenerys looked up at him, tears of happiness in her eyes. She reached up and kissed him. She loved him. They would rule the world together, break the wheel. The rightful Queen and King of Westeros. She had won. At last.

She gasped as she felt a cold blade penetrate her armor, and pierce her heart. Slowly she pulled away and looked down at the hilt of the dagger sticking out from her breast. She exhaled, looking up at Jon, who was crying. She looked into his eyes and shuddered as a wave of cold, dark pain washed over her. She tried to cry out in shock, but her breath failed her. Her legs grew weak, and she fell back, into Jon's arms, who lowered her to the ground. She looked up into his eyes. She was alone, scared and confused.

"I…"

Daenerys looked at Jon, as her heart beat ever slower, the coldness setting in. The last thing she heard was Drogon screaming out in anguish, and her fire flickered out.