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Dany flinched. She couldnt believe that the man she loved so deeply had stabbed her. The pain was so sharp but it was nothing against the wave of betrayal and hurt that shattered her heart into pieces. And then everything faded into darkness.
Drogon roared, filled with sadness and anger over death of his mother and rider. He aimed his anger and flame towards that damned iron chair that made his mother sacrifice everything. That caused the death of his brother, Rhaegal. With pleasure he watched that tiny human was covering in fear. He could burn him to dust. But there were more important things to do.
Gently grabbing fallen body of his mother he jumped in the air and flew away from the city of ashes. He was following his instinct, leading him to Volantis.
"Daenerys." Somebody called her name, but she was lost in the darkness and couldnt find her way towards the voice.
"Don´t worry, little sister. It will be alright." Suddenly the darkness disappeared and she was in a room, that looked similiar like one of these at Dragonstone. The man speaking her name was tall, with silver hair and purple eyes. At first she thought it was Viserys, but something in his eyes didnt feel right. It was the sadness and melancholy, similiar to Jon´s. That thought filled her with anger and pain.
Jon. The one who betryed her.
"Dany." The man said, drawing her attention back to him.
"You must be Rhaegar. My brother. The one i never knew. It means i am dead. Betryaed by the man i loved. I only tried to make world a better place. And all i got was knife into my heart," she laughed bitterly.
"Daenerys. We need to talk." His eyes were aimed at her and she noticed traces of tears shining on his face.
"Is it that bad? Why are you crying? When Viserys talked about you he pictured you as a hero. Fearless man."
"Viserys was fool in many ways,Dany. I am crying for things that could be, but were burned into ashes."
With these words he gently touched her cheek.
Daenerys scowled, but she also felt ashamed. After all, Rhaegar was an ideal for her in many ways.
"I did nothing wrong. I was born to rule the Seven Kingdoms. I was born to free the world from tyrants. And all i got is hatred, coldness and betrayal."
"Do you still believe that? Do you truly believe that rule is somebody´s right?" Rhaegar sighed with sad and disappointed face.
"Ruling is a duty, Dany. And even lives of common people are important. You used to know that, when you freed the slaves. I only wonder, where the gentle girl has gone. The girl, whose only wish used to be a safe place, where she could were different from our father,Dany. Aerys burned people for his own pleasure. He considered himself above everyone and everything. But some of your actions had a bit of unnecessary cruelty,too. Crucified Masters, for example. "
"They deserved it" she snapped.
"They deserved justice. Execute the guilty, yes. But have you ever considered how many of those 163 were truly guilty?"
She remained silent. Rhaegar sighed.
"If i thought there was no hope for you, i wouldnt have come to talk to you. What you did to King´s Landing was terrible. Burning innocent like this... i can understand your pain over losing your friend and dragon, but this was too harsh. If you had burned the Red Keep with Cercei, so be it, but common people? Do you want to know the reason they didnt rebel against Cersei? Unlike slaves, they have a lot to lose. They have family to think of. And Cersei was smart telling them you came here murder their families. That Dothraki in your army will rape their women and naturally, they put their faith in Cersei instead of you."
Dany was shaken and hurt. She felt anger, too. But mostly she was ashamed. The man she never knew, yet adored as a great hero now scolded her like a little girl.
"Not many people are evil as our father was. And i still believe there is some good left in you. You made many mistakes. Some of them were terrible. But knowing your past mistakes, knowing your greatest faults and weaknesses, would you be a better person? Maybe one day you will understand how irrelevant power truly is."
"It doesn´t really matter. I was murdered. I am dead." Dany sighed.
Rhaegar placed a kiss on her forehead. "Perhaps. Or perhaps not."
Following his instincts, Drogon finally arrived into Volantis. Immediately drawn to the Red Temple, he gently laid the body of his mother on the steps. Ignoring screams of irrelevant and ridiculous humans he watched woman,covered in red, coming for the body of his mother. She and some other humans in red took the body inside the temple.
Kinvara was facing one of the hardest decisions of her life. Of course she knew, what Daenerys Targaryen had done in her madness. So the most reasonable choice would be simply burning the corpse. But in her flames she saw another war. Slave Masters strengthened with the fact that Mother of Dragons was dead, would start another rebellion. Another conflict meant many more dead people. Maybe trying to resurrect Daenerys Stormborn is not that bad idea. But the problem of Daenerys´s madness remained.
Poor girl. Sold by her her child and first husband. All her life filled with only one vision. Iron Throne. Perhaps death has changed her.
Making her decision, Kinvara prayed to her Lord, asking him to bring back Daenerys Targaryen. For a while nothing happened. But after couple of minutes, Mother of Dragons opened her eyes.