Vamae Demetriou
"No…" muttered Vamae Demetriou as she stood in her private office aboard a small Iron Bank ship, as she was sailing from Dragonstone, to King's Landing. Two guards and her advisor were standing in her dimly lit office, where she was reading a small note delivered by a raven from King's Landing. She looked up at her steward, "On whose orders did they do this?!" she shouted.
"Captain Neelee, Viceroy." answered the elderly steward, "The city was under attack, multiple cities and castles across Westeros are being attacked right as we speak by her dragons. We could not afford to lose this city-"
"You just guaranteed us tickets to a Targaryen execution!" screamed Demetriou, throwing the paper on the floor, "I thought all the scorpion machines were destroyed, how is that there is one left?"
"It was installed in the central regions of the city by King Bran, just in case they were to be attacked by the black dragon. But they must've done so before they came to realize that she has seven grown dragons." explained the steward. Demetriou rubbed her forehead and turned around, leaning over her desk. She felt as if she was going to get sick. She thought she could at least make some sort of truce with Daenerys, and now, she was guaranteed to have made a new enemy. An enemy with the power to burn down an entire continent, to turn it into dust, ashes, and bones.
"Where's the army?" asked Demetriou, with her eyes closed.
"Our troops are on their way to King's Landing, but there is no guarantee they can enter the city. The Empress' dragons destroyed each of the city gates, and much of its walls. Shall we inform King Bran?"
"No." Demetriou turned around slowly, "We're going to fix this. I am ninety nine percent certain Daenerys will be on her way to King's Landing upon hearing we shot down one of her dragons. We're going to meet her."
"And do what?"
"Just trust me."
Moat Cailin
"Lannisport, Riverrun, Castle Cerwyn, Highgarden, Ashford, the Twins, the Eyrie… all attacked." said Jon Snow, as he put down a few pieces of paper that were delivered to him via ravens. He sat in a dining hall with Sansa, Bran, Brienne, and Podrick, in the relatively empty Moat Cailin in the swampish regions of the Neck of Westeros. The small castle was ungoverned, only inhabited by surviving soldiers that pledged their loyalty to Petyr Baelish a while back, and thus supported Queen Sansa, and were grateful to have her stay in their home.
"Where do we go?" asked Sansa worriedly, "She's burning down the entire country." the Northern Queen placed her hand on her forehead, and ran her hand across her head and through her long hair. Jon put down the note in front of himself in the living room coffee table, as he sat next to Sansa in front of a fireplace. Bran sat in his wheelchair beside the fire as well, staring into the flickering flames, remaining silent and emotionless.
"Our options are scarce." muttered Jon, rubbing his face tiredly. Brienne put her hand on her hip as she stood near the fire as well, and noticed that Podrick was extremely nervous.
"Relax, Pod." she said, and Jon looked to him. He looked as if he were going to throw up on the stone floor, his face pale, looking sickly and terrified.
"I don't want to say it-" started Pod.
"Then don't say it." hissed Brienne, widening her eyes, trying to prevent the young knight from saying what she thought he'd say - about their likelihood of survival.
"So what do we do?" asked Pod, looking over at Sansa and Jon, "Is King's Landing really safe?"
"Tyrion is still there, and so is Demetriou." added Bran, "I'm sure Demetriou is calling all of her soldiers to the capital."
"So she can head back to Braavos." snapped Sansa, "She's going to bend the knee to Daenerys, I already know it."
"Perhaps we should consider it as well." said Jon.
"Are you insane?" asked the Queen, glaring at Jon with a disgusted look, "We have at least six thousand soldiers at our disposal-"
"They're scattered all throughout the North." said Jon, raising his voice, "And they're just incomparable to seven dragons. We lost. It's time we face reality."
"I refuse to accept that." snapped Sansa.
"Then Daenerys will kill you. And I don't want that to happen."
"Do you really think she'll let us live peacefully?" questioned Sansa angrily, "I conspired against her, and you stabbed her in the heart. Tyrion betrayed her. She's not going to let us live happily ever after in a small castle in the countryside."
"Our only other option is to take a boat and sail far away." suggested Bran, "Perhaps we go west of Westeros." Jon and Sansa looked at one another, both thinking about it. Their sister, Arya, who they hadn't seen in months, was still most likely sailing west - wherever the Sunset Sea ventured off to. "We can go find Arya…" added Bran.
"And give up on our people?" spoke Sansa, "I'd rather die for the North than run away."
"We need to go find out what she wants," said Jon, "specifically what she wants."
"To hell with that." blurted Sansa, "You're not going to Dragonstone. And we know what she wants, she wants to take over the whole damn world."
"This time," muttered Jon, "she has no Dothraki army. She has no Unsullied army. She's sitting on Dragonstone, with perhaps a hundred men."
"Are you proposing we kill her, again? Because you didn't seem to notice it didn't work the first time." said Sansa, tilting her head.
"No. We imprison her."
"And what of her dragons?" asked Bran, "You forgot about Drogon and the nine other beasts that roam freely across the world."
Dragonstone
"If you go to King's Landing, there's no telling what or who will be waiting for you there!" called out Daario, chasing after Daenerys through the rolling fields outside her castle, off to where Aego was nervously waiting for the Empress. The white dragon had returned immediately to his Empress upon sensing the distress of Drogon… and the distress of Daenerys herself, knowing she'd need to get to him fast. Rhael and Joraerys were still with Drogon in King's Landing, protecting him, but Dany wasn't sure if Iraexes, Naeryx, or Tyraenyx had ceased their own independent attacks to converge on the capital as well.
But, she was going to find out soon enough. Daenerys quickly walked through the dense grasses in a pale gray dress with red linings, her hair loosely braided into four large ropes of braids on the back of her head, with loose strands resting on her shoulders and chest.
"I know what'll be there. My dragons will be there. My family." shouted back Daenerys, and Aego began to walk towards her, with the ground rumbling loudly with each of his footsteps. The white dragon towered over both Daenerys and Daario, casting a dark shadow over the both of them. Daario slid to a stop upon seeing Aego growl, seeing his large teeth. The dragon lowered his right shoulder and Daenerys climbed atop the dragon.
"If they shoot you down…" continued Daario, "There's no telling if you'll come back again. Then what do we have left? What will I have left?" Daenerys sat comfortably atop Aego, the dragon was ready to lift off into the sky, but she waited. She lowered her head, hearing Daario's words reverberate through her ears and mind. He forced himself onto her the other night… she wanted to escape. She wanted to run away from him. But, part of her didn't want to. Last time she ran off in a hurry on her dragons to rescue someone, she lost Viserion… impulsive decisions were not her strong-suit.
"It's time I take back my city." said Daenerys sternly, "Send a raven to Meereen, I want half of my army on the shores of my city in the fortnight." before Daario could even respond or argue with her, Aego took off into the sky loudly with a determined roar. Daario watched in admiration and somewhat fear of the immense dragon taking off into the cloudy sky, going westward…
King's Landing
The Red Keep
Tyrion Lannister watched from an arched balcony in the Red Keep as dragons flew over the capital city of the Six Kingdoms, his heart racing, and he tapped his fingers nervously on the stone railing in front of him. He could see Drogon that was wounded and flailing its tail and one wing on the rooftop of a large building in the center of the city, with two dragons sitting beside him, burning anybody that got too close. Another three dragons were circling overhead, a brown dragon, a gray one, and a pale purple one. They were letting out terrifying roars unto the city, instilling absolute fear into the citizens as they ran for their lives… fearing another attack.
"We need to evacuate." said Tyrion, looking over his shoulder to Samwell Tarly and Davos Seaworth that were in the room with him, but speaking with one another, and a guard captain of the Iron Bank.
"The Viceroy is on her way," said Sam, "and so are two hundred thousand soldiers. Ninety thousand have already reached the city gates-"
"There's no way into the city from the main gates." exclaimed Tyrion, "And what are swords and arrows going to do against seven dragons? We need to get out of here before they burn down this castle… or worse."
"I think we need to worry about the seventh dragon. There's only six out there." noted Davos, "There's supposed to be a white one, aye?"
"I don't want to find out where the last dragon has flown off to." said Tyrion with a curt smile, "We have tunnels underneath the Red Keep - Lord Davos knows about them."
"We should wait for the Viceroy to return." said Sam nervously. Tyrion looked up at the somewhat overweight man,
"What? Are you serious? No. We're getting the hell out of this city."
"You're going to let the civilians stay within the walls?" blurted Davos, and Tyrion stopped before heading to the door to leave. In front of him stood the guard captain from the Iron Bank, a member of Demetriou's army. He wore a silver helmet on his head, and silver armor, glaring down at Tyrion with his dark eyes.
…
Men of the Goldcloak army, who were the protectors of the city and the King, carefully approached the injured Drogon that sat atop a partially destroyed house. The soldiers were trying to inch close enough to kill the monster, yet only held spears or bows and arrows in their hands. They hid behind abandoned vendor carts, and behind the corners of nearby houses. The men looked up nervously through the small slit in their helmets, waiting for the right moment to charge at the beast. Drogon continued to let out painful roars into the sky, and the other dragons would respond just as loudly.
"We need to go from behind!" called out one soldier, a captain, that had a red mark on his chest plate to signify his rank. He looked at his group of six other soldiers, who were already exhausted and instilled with fear. Just a few meters ahead of them were charred bodies of their comrades that tried to attack Drogon, but they were obviously unsuccessful.
"There's six of them in the skies now!" shouted another soldier, "We should retreat to the Red Keep if we want to stay alive."
"Our duty is to protect the city!" scolded the man, "To keep the city safe and well for our King."
"Our King isn't even here!" called out another soldier, and the two arguing looked at one another. They looked at the other soldiers, who clearly didn't want to attack the dragon. "I'd rather swallow my pride and bend the knee to the Dragon Empress." added the third soldier. The captain saw a few women running with children in their arms, sprinting through the smoke-filled and debris-ridden streets.
"Let's get these people out of here." said the captain, glancing over his shoulder at Drogon. The black dragon turned its head, noticing the small group of soldiers. He opened his mouth slowly, and the soldiers quickly rushed away to help the innocents. Drogon watched them leave, and the glow in his throat disappeared.
"All the gates are destroyed!" said a fair skinned mother, holding her toddler in her arms, wrapped in red and white clothes as she rushed beside the captain and his small company of soldiers. There were a few other women with them, and some men, desperately looking for a way out of the city. All around them were towering columns of smoke originating from the outskirts of the city, beginning to mask the sun.
"There's always a way out." said the captain, walking with his sword drawn in front of himself, prepared for anything to come at him. They could hear the screeches of the dragons behind them, and the women occasionally jumped from fear.
"We'll go to the Red Keep! It's safe there!" shouted another man worriedly, constantly looking over his shoulder. However, his fear was justified. In a matter of seconds a pale violet dragon glided over them, picking up much dust and ash from the ground. The group of people shrieked from fear, but realized the dragon flew past them.
"The Red Keep was burned down last time!" added another person in the group.
"They don't seem to be touching the Red Keep." said a soldier, "So it's our only option."
The Red Keep
"We're preparing for an official surrender, Lord Hand." said a man of the King's Guard, who stayed behind to protect the Hand of the King. He had short black hair and blue eyes, standing with his hand on the sheath of his sword. The two stood at the side of a corridor, watching handmaidens, servants, cooks, and other guards making their way down to another set of stairs, to go deeper below the castle.
"Good." said Tyrion, trying to hide his anxiety. He just knew in his gut that Daenerys was on her way, and would arrive at any moment.
"The dragons have ceased their attack on the city, and are just protecting the injured one in the city-center." added the guard.
"Thank the gods." added Tyrion, "Any raven from the King?"
"No ravens have come since the dragons arrived, my Lord." noted the guard.
"Makes sense." nodded the Hand of the King, "Any smart creature would flee at the sight of seven rampaging dragons…or even one dragon."
Davos came down the hall, and was the last to arrive.
"That's everybody." said the Master of Ships, "We should get going."
"Alright then." said Tyrion, taking in a deep breath, "Let's go."
Tyrion, Davos, Samwell Tarly, and roughly a hundred other people walked down a dark stone corridor underneath the Red Keep, which was far below than the dungeons, and would lead them to the shore right beneath the castle's outer wall. Only a few individuals held torches in their hands which illuminated the path ahead of them, which seemed like an endless hall, occasionally going down more winding steps.
"We're going to die." whispered Sam to himself, but Tyrion heard him clearly, "Daenerys hates us all. Each and every one of us." Tyrion shook his head,
"You don't know that."
"I do." said Sam loudly, "I know it for sure." he shook his head, "It makes the most sense as to why all of her dragons have come here."
"Only three came first-"
"Still!" exclaimed Sam. Other people ahead of them noticed that the Grand Maester was overly worried, and it was starting to worry them. Each and every man and woman of the Six Kingdoms looked up to the leaders that helped govern the Realm with the monarch. And when one started to buckle, people would soon take notice.
"She has always given her enemies a choice." reassured Tyrion, but he wasn't too sure about that. He just wanted to keep the others calm. They'd do no good if they were all panicking and shouting about. "I know Daenerys - she'd give us a choice. She'd want us to see the mistakes we've made… according to her."
"Unless she's tired of explaining." mentioned Davos as he rubbed his peppered beard, "I think she'll imprison us all."
"I don't want to spend the rest of my life in a cell. I want to be with my wife and my children. I haven't seen my newborn son in weeks." stated Sam tiredly, "I just want to go back home." His wife, Gilly Tarly and their children, little Sam and Janyce (his newborn daughter) were living at Hornhill with his mother and sister.
"Once we get out of the bowels of this castle," said Tyrion, "you can go south."
"And what about you?" asked Sam.
"I'm going north, to meet with the King and hope that he's still alive." they came at the end of a flight of stairs, and upon a wooden doorway. They could hear the soft crashes of the ocean waves up against the shore on the outside, and Tyrion headed to the front of the group of about the crowd. Davos and Sam went with him as two guards unlocked the door that was barred from the inside. They pushed the door open, allowing beams of sunlight into the corridor. Everyone squinted and covered their eyes from the bright sunlight, and Tyrion stepped out first.
He walked out onto the rocky shore, his heart pounding against his chest harder than ever before. His gut felt as if it were going to come up through his throat. Sam felt as if he was going to pass out. Davos didn't know what to think, other that they were fucked. The handmaidens, servants, and guards whispered to one another worriedly as they glared out at the shore. In front of them were over a dozen small wooden boats with black armored soldiers on them, jumping off the boats, into the shallow water, and heaving their boats onto the sand. Behind them, however, were a fleet of over a hundred ships.
Just a handful of ships had black sails with a red three-headed dragon sigil on it. The sigil of House Targaryen. The rest of the ships, as many as he could see, had the sigil of the Iron Bank on it, a bright white on a field of gray. The ships weren't attacking each other, but they were closing in on Blackwater Bay. Tyrion could see one of the Targaryen ships had a golden prow, of a dragon's head, one he recognized very well. It was one of Daenerys' old personal ships.
Tyrion's train of thought was interrupted as Sam tapped him on the shoulder, seeing the Targaryen sigil on the chest plate of most of the soldiers encircling them. He couldn't believe how many of them there were, they all had spears, yet some of the soldiers had swords. They weren't Unsullied troops. They were from Braavos… sporting a small Iron Bank pin on their chests.
"Surrender!" shouted one of the men with a deep Valyrian accent, who was wearing a pointed helmet on his head. Tyrion looked into his eyes, seeing familiar eyes. They were brown, with hints of hazel and tan in them. A spark of fire in his eyes. Greyworm. The Goldcloak guards took out their swords and formed a protective circle around the servants, Tyrion, Davos, and Sam.
"Stay back!" bellowed a Goldcloak soldier. More boats of Iron Bank and Targaryen soldiers were making their way towards the castle, going to different points of the beach. Tyrion looked from left to right, seeing countless men march up the beaches, going to the walls of the capital, some with ladders on their shoulders.
"Lay down your weapons." ordered Tyrion to his own men, and the guards looked at one another. "I said, lay down your weapons!" commanded the Hand of the King. With hesitation and skepticism, the Goldcloak men put down their swords. The Unsullied soldier standing before Tyrion took off his helmet, revealing his bald head, smooth tan skin, and angered expression on his face. It was Greyworm. Tyrion was surprised to see him, and unsure what to say to his former ally.
"Where is Daenerys?" blurted Greyworm.
Daenerys Targaryen
"Drogon!" shouted Daenerys as she flew on the back of her white dragon, Aego, over the cityscape of King's Landing. She flew over the burning walls of the city from the east, flew over the burning rooftops of the buildings on the outskirts of the city, to the city-center. She saw Rhael, Joraerys, Tyraenyx, Iraexes, and Naeryx protecting Drogon who was clearly wounded. Daenerys could see from afar the spear sticking into the black dragon's shoulder. Drogon let out a weak roar as he saw his mother coming for him. Daenerys felt a weight taken off her shoulders, extremely relieved to see that her dragons were protecting one another. Aego bellowed and took a sharp turn, Daenerys nearly fell off, and felt the breeze of a gigantic spear flying past her. Her heart sunk and she looked over her shoulder. Aego began to ascend into the smokey sky for cover. Dany couldn't see where the spear had come from, but it was definitely from whatever shot down Drogon.
Tyraenyx let out a deep roar, flying over to where the spear came from. Iraexes and Naeryx followed the brown beast, flying lower and closer to the buildings. Daenerys watched as the three dragons simultaneously lit up an entire neighborhood of buildings, from where the scorpion attack originated. Daenerys could once again breathe, and she continued flying to her child in distress.
Aego landed on the side of a crumbling building beside the rooftop that Drogon was laying on, and Daenerys quickly slid off the white dragon's back. She landed on the cracked stone roof and rushed over to Drogon. The black dragon whimpered with pain as Dany approached him, seeing the spear stuck in his left shoulder. She gently took the spear in her hands, tightening her grip on the large piece of wood and gave it a tug. Drogon roared loudly and Daenerys pulled harder. The spear finally came out of the beast's shoulder, and Drogon lowered his head. The end of the spear was jagged and bloody, and Daenerys threw it onto the rooftop. She walked over to Drogon's head, placing her hand on the side of his snout.
"Are you alright, my child?" she asked quietly. Drogon opened his eyes, staring at his mother, with his breathing becoming slower and more tranquil. He felt more relaxed and at peace with her there with him. Aego approached them as well, sniffing Drogon and Daenerys, and nudging the Empress slightly. Dany smiled and pet Aego as well, glad that they were all okay. She heard a screech from the sky and she turned her head. Rhael and Joraerys were close by, flying towards the bay. Iraexes, Naeryx, and Tyraenyx were already flying around the shores, where Dany could see the sails of countless ships. There were far more ships than she knew she had… they couldn't only be hers.
...
Daenerys flew atop Drogon over to the main entry plaza to the Red Keep, before the tall steps where she gave her victory speech to her army. This time, there were a myriad of other people in the plaza, most of them wearing black armor. She could see her Unsullied soldiers, with their bit of silver on their shoulders, but she saw far more black armored men. She knew there had to be more than half of her army present, as she saw crowds of them marching through the streets when she flew to the gateway. Drogon descended to an open space at the foot of the large steps, where there were a few other notable individuals, including Daario Naharis, and men in chains.
Daenerys got off Drogon and slowly walked across the open space of the plaza, where she saw seven men and women. Three of the men were on their knees, in chains, looking at Daenerys. Tyrion Lannister, Samwell Tarly, and Davos Seaworth were the three men in chains, seated on their knees in front of Daario Naharis. To Daario's right was Viceroy Vamae Demetriou and a small company of her own personal guards, but to Daario's left… stood Greyworm. Daenerys looked at Greyworm, not believing she was seeing him. Greyworm took a few steps forward, meeting Daenerys in the open space between them. Greyworm immediately bent down on one knee,
"My Empress. Forgive me. I came to know of your resurrection just a few weeks ago, and brought you your army." Greyworm looked up, and Dany had reddened eyes. She gestured for him to stand up. Daenerys held out her hand, and Greyworm took her hand. They held each other's hand for a moment, just staring at one another. Daenerys let out an exhale, nearly shedding a few tears. "Each and every one of us from your last army has returned." added Greyworm, "And I brought more from Naath." Daenerys nodded in thanks, and Greyworm nodded back. He stood to the side, looking at Demetriou,
"Vamae Demetriou granted our fleets entry to the bay," said Greyworm, "and has not contested the arrest of your enemies." Daenerys didn't look at Demetriou for long, but looked at the three prisoners. She walked up to them silently, staring mainly at Tyrion who was in the middle of the three. She didn't utter a single word to them, just stared at her former Hand. Tyrion was clearly nervous, but he tried to hide it behind a stern face. He clenched his jaw tightly, waiting to hear her speak… to sentence him to death. He could see the other dragons landing along the walls of the entry plaza in the corners of his eyes. Aego, Rhael, and Joraerys on the arcade of columns on the left, and Tyraenyx, Iraexes, and Naeryx on the arcade of columns on the far right. Demetriou eyed each and every one of the dragons, including Drogon that remained behind Daenerys.
Daenerys walked away from the prisoners and over to the Viceroy.
"So we meet again." said Dany with a smug look on her face.
"I apologize for our first meeting, your grace." admitted Demetriou, and Dany tilted her head slightly in curiosity, "I should not have made such a bold demand." Daenerys could sense how afraid Demetriou was. How afraid she was of losing everything she ever had, all her wealth, her power, her home. "I shall be withdrawing my forces from Westeros and returning to Braavos… today."
"Why did you let my fleet into the bay?" asked Dany. Demetriou stood tall and tense, clearly stressed,
"Because I still believe we can work together, for the sake of the world. I presume you will be remaining here for a while to gain full control over Westeros; therefore, it is my pleasure to inform you that each of the Seven Kingdoms' armies have been downsized by over thirty percent. You shall not be facing heavy resistance."
"And where do you think you're going?" questioned Dany.
"To Braavos. We will meet again. We will negotiate… again." the Viceroy donned a small smile, and Daenerys nodded respectfully. She admired the Viceroy's tenacity, and her willingness to persist at forging an alliance. The Iron Bank could be a useful ally in her conquests to come, and she already managed to beat down Westeros into submission - allowing Daenerys to swoop in and collect the rewards. "But," Demetriou stopped a few feet away from Daenerys' side, yet the two women didn't look at one another. They just stood side by side, "I have two hundred thousand soldiers outside the city, they await your command… Empress Daenerys."
Daenerys began to smirk, and Demetriou walked down the center open aisle of the plaza with her five guards. Daenerys turned her head to watch her leave, and noticed that all of her soldiers in the plaza were staying, yet of course, those in the plaza from Braavos were just a tiny fraction of the total number waiting outside the city.
Daenerys walked up to Daario,
"Throw them in the dungeons - in the lowest levels of the castle. I'm sure Lord Tyrion can show you the way there." stated the Empress. Some Unsullied soldiers lifted up Sam, Davos, and Tyrion from off the ground by their chains, and Daario escorted them up the steps, to the Red Keep. Daenerys looked over at Greyworm, and he gave her a sincere nod. Daenerys faced the thousands of soldiers in front of her, Unsullied from Meereen, Unsullied from Naath (who were a part of her original army that remained with Greyworm), soldiers of Mantarys that bent the knee, soldiers of Selhorys that bent the knee, and now soldiers of the Iron Bank.
"On this day," boomed Daenerys in Valyrian, "no longer shall this city be where our first king landed." she took in a deep breath and smiled, "This city, capital of Westeros, capital of the Targaryen Empire, shall be known henceforth as Queen's Landing, until the end of time." the soldiers began to cheer, and the Unsullied stomped their spears. The echoing of cheers and stomping sent chills down Daenerys' back. It all felt too real, and too much like the last time she stood there as a conqueror. This time, the entire city wasn't on fire. There were just walls of flames that encircled the city, and a small bit of fire in the city-center. Each of her dragons let out an echoing roar into the sky, stretching out their wings and necks triumphantly.
"It is time we continue what we started." continued Daenerys. Drogon looked past Daenerys, to the top of the steps, where she saw Tyrion, Sam, and Davos watching Dany. The three prisoners were fearful and anxious, something Drogon could sense a mile away, "This world will bow down to my new Empire or shall face my wrath!" echoed the Empress angrily, and her soldiers cheered her on even louder, "If any village, city, or kingdom dares defy the Empire… they shall be burned down to the ground! There is no more mercy! Only justice!"
The Red Keep
Throne Room
Daenerys walked down the near fully reconstructed throne room of the Red Keep, with a squad of six Unsullied soldiers behind her, protecting her. Her gaze was glued on the empty dais ahead of her at the end of the room, where there was no throne. She stood in her black dress at the bottom of the steps of the dais. The roof was fully reconstructed, the walls too, yet some construction stilts were still present in the corners of the chamber. The floor was far cleaner, not covered in ash or snow like the last time she was there… when she was killed.
Daenerys turned around, seeing Greyworm with Daario walking past the group of Unsullied soldiers. Greyworm knelt before Daenerys, and Daario did the same. Daario was more stunned at the architecture and beauty of the castle he was in, but also very proud of his Empress. Daenerys began to smile, and Greyworm stood back up. The two hugged one another, holding each other tightly.
"They weren't lost in vain." whispered Daenerys, "Missandei wasn't lost in vain." A tear rolled down Greyworm's cheek as he reminisced of his former lover and companion. Daenerys lowered her hands to Greyworm's forearms and looked up at him with wide eyes, "We did it."
"You," said Greyworm with an accent, "my Empress."
"My first act as Empress, and ruler of the Seven Kingdoms," spoke Dany, letting go of Greyworm, "is to order the construction of a new throne." She walked up to Daario, "I need you to send a raven to Pyke and Sunspear, inform my allies that the war is won. To the rest of the Seven Kingdoms, that I am the Empress of Westeros and expect each Lord and Lady to be present at my court for my coronation."
"Yes, your grace." nodded Daario, bowing his head, and heading to the door of the chamber to carry out his orders. Daenerys looked back at the dais, taking in a deep breath. She imagined her new throne, something larger than the old Iron Throne. Something more intimidating and powerful, a throne that would truly instill fear in the eyes of whoever looked at it. A new era had begun, the era of the Targaryen Empire. Westeros was finally under her control… but a rogue King and Queen still roamed the lands…