A/N: Thank you all for sticking with me even though this is VERY last minute lol Here is the conclusion as I see it prior to the last two episodes.

Most of the remaining Golden Company surrendered. Those who didn't were killed. The Dothraki annihilated the Lannister guards. Jon and his forces were entering King's Landing, declaring the war over. The citizens were assured they would be better off with their new Queen.

Daenerys entered the Red Keep, her new set of dragons flying overhead. She walked slow, greeting the surviving Dothraki, surveying the halls filled with dead Lannister guards. Though she had never been there before, she let her feet guide her towards the throne room.

When she entered the cavernous room, the first thing she noticed was the Iron Throne, empty. As if it was waiting for her to claim it. Her heart jumped into her throat. Her dreams had come true! Feet away was the seat destined for her.

"My Queen," came a voice from behind her.

She turned and saw Jon. Her pulse picked up. "What are you doing here?"

"You're unguarded," he said.

"The Lannisters are all dead. It's time for me to claim what's rightfully mine."

Jon bowed, then searched the fallen guards, kicking them to be sure they were dead. Dany was reckless coming in here without protection, without knowing for sure that every Lannister guard was dead as dust. It was reckless.

Daenerys couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. But how could it be? She had dragons again, Jon was devoted to her, and the throne was right in front of her. She turned her back on Jon and ascended the stairs. She reached out to touch the arm, when she felt a sharp pain in her back. She yelped in pain and dropped to her knees.

When she looked down, an arrow tip was protruding from her chest, crimson blood blooming from the wound. She was astounded and looked over her shoulder.

"Dany!" Jon stomped on a guard's head, the one who had shot her with a small crossbow as his last act of heroism. He ran to his Queen. "Dany, are you alright?"

She tried to speak, but she was still in shock. The arrow was wedged in her lung. Jon cradled her in his arms. She didn't look well at all, but he didn't want to lose his Queen. He ripped off his cloak and pressed it against her chest, trying to staunch the blood flow. "You'll be alright."

Because of the commotion, those within ear range came into the throne room, Varys, Tyrion and Greyworm. They all stopped short at the scene. Recovering quickly, Greyworm ran to her side.

Tyrion looked at Varys. "Was this your doing?" he whispered.

"I did nothing," he replied cryptically. "I've been waiting for the all clear."

Tyrion glared at him. Perhaps he was innocent, but that didn't mean the killer wasn't one of his little birds. He ran up to Daenerys.

The three men huddled around her as her blood dripped onto the stairs.

"The Seven Kingdoms are yours, My Queen," Jon said, trying to give her hope.

"No," she choked out. "They're yours."

"What?" he said. Even Tyrion looked shocked.

"Take the throne," she said. "I made it this far. Claim the throne, ride my dragons, rule the realm...Aegon Targaryen." Tyrion and Greyworm looked at Jon, astounded at Daenerys' declaration.

"I don't want it," Jon insisted. "You're the one who deserves it. You've worked so hard. It's been your dream."

"I'm dying, Jon. If I can't sit on the Iron Throne..." Her words caught in her throat, partly from the pain, and partly from the oncoming tears. "I can't think of anyone better suited to it than you. You'll be a good King."

"Dany..." Tears slipped down his cheeks and onto her face.

She smiled. "I love you. Go."

Varys appeared behind Jon. "Take your seat, My King."

Jon passed Daenerys to Greyworm, and he stepped up to the throne. He had never actually seen it before, large and imposing, swords sticking out of the back like peacock feathers. He didn't want the power or the responsibility. He looked back at his dying Queen, who encouraged him with a nod of her head. He lowered himself onto the Iron Throne and stared out at the hall.

From her position in Greyworm's arms, she said, "Follow him as you followed me."

"If that is your command."

"It is."

Tryion grabbed her hand. "I'm so sorry."

"Don't be," she said squeezing his hand. "Serve him well."

She looked up at Jon, looking fierce and noble in the chair that was theirs by right. She had wanted it so bad, it was the throne or death for her. Unfortunately, Death had come. She hadn't lied. If she couldn't sit on the Iron Throne, she wanted it to be Aegon's. She knew he would be able to break the wheel. She kept her eyes locked on him, admiring the dark hair falling into his sad eyes, until her world went black.

As much as I didn't want to kill Dany, I think everyone has served their purpose. Let me know what you think of my predictions and check my other stuff out if you want more!