AN: Written to the theme of Fire + Ice/End of the World at Valyrian_Forged over on LJ.
"Satin, the wall is yours!" Jon barely had the time to take in the steward's shocked expression before a burst of flame from the Targayren queen's white dragon rained overhead, aimed at the hordes of wights making their way blindly towards the slowly crumbling wall. Everyone had praised the Gods when the young silver queen had arrived with the dragons but only Dolorous Ed had been sensible enough to point out that while dragonfire killed wights, it also jeopardized the wall.
And now the only hope they had of survival was the person no one could find. Where was Sam?
If the world was ending, Dany was glad it was in fire. For surely the burn wouldn't be so bad. Her brother had said fire couldn't hurt a dragon. Perhaps that's why, when Drogon, mad in his rage, shot flame after flame at the Westerosi in King's Landing, all she felt was iciness in her heart. Quinth had always been clear but only now, as Dany watched her most beloved child turn rogue, did she realize what she would have to do for her people.
"Here my love," she whispered tearfully, getting ready to kill off a part of herself.
They think this is a punishment; being fed to the flames you spent your entire life worshipping. As usual, they know nothing. Because for you, the world had stopped existing the moment all the fires had gone out, only to be replaced by the chill that could only mean the other God moving amongst the shadows. Your nights had always been dark and full of terrors before He had graced your existence with his presence. And now, at your very last moments, you couldn't wish for anything more than to depart from this frigid hell in his embrace, his flames.
End Note: I personally think these suck but house Lannister can always use the points. HEAR US ROAR!