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A New Dragon

"Talking"

"Thinking"

Elia

The bells had stopping ringing. They had been ringing throughout the week. It was the last signal for Queen Elia Martell. Her husband, King Rhaegar Targaryen, First of his Name, was dead.

She knew it would happen. The wounds he had taken at the Trident plagued him throughout his reign. Many had thought he would not live past the first few years. But he did and gave the Seven Kingdoms nearly two decades of peace and plenty. She had heard the smallfolk called him Rhaegar the Kind. It was a good title to be remembered by.

But as much as she wished to mourn, Elia knew there was no time for it. Her husband was dead, which meant his son was now king.

Which was why she swept into the Small Council, so she could take her place. She had always been welcomed to her husband's council, as was everyone in the royal family. She was not the first there. The new king already sat at his proper place. The Queen Mother sat by his side, as did the Hand of the King.

She observed the new king as the rest of the Small Council took their seats. Aegon might not have looked like a Targaryen, not with his brown hair and Stark grey eyes, but she only had to look closer to see the details. Grey his eyes might've been, but they were also his father's eyes in their shape and mood. His cheeks were the same as his grandmother's, just like his lips and nose. He sat straight in his chair and watched everyone. Blackfyre and Dark Sister, recovered from the Gold Company and beyond the Wall respectively, rested against the chair's arm.

It had taken Elia longer than she cared to admit to take to Prince Aegon. Even though she had given her husband two beautiful daughters, the Rhaenys and Visenya he had so desperately craved, Rhaegar still took another to wife. Lyanna Stark might've died in the birthing bed, but she had the son.

If Lyanna had simply been a paramour, Elia wouldn't have minded and probably would've supported her son's legitimization. But no, Rhaegar had taken her to wife. Elia had felt that meant she hadn't been good enough as his wife. That bled into how she looked at Prince Aegon. She had kept her distance in his youth, tending to her daughters. It wasn't until he returned from his fostering that she tried to close the distance. But even then, she knew it wouldn't be enough. And she knew it was her fault.

Yet, where she failed, her daughters would succeed.

As if summoned by her thoughts, the Princesses Rhaenys and Visenya entered the Council room, along with their aunt, Princess Daenerys. Elia shared a proud smile with the Queen Mother. They had raised beautiful children. Rhaenys was a pure Dornishwoman, with her olive skin and black ringlet hair. Visenya, on the other hand, was a true Valyrian beauty, much like her aunt. Both shared Rhaenys's eyes while their hair was Valyrian white. The only difference was that Visenya's was a shade darker.

Elia's daughters were beautiful, but they also had minds and wits. She encouraged both to grow and sharpen, to show that they would not be afraid of anything or let anyone stand in their way. Rhaella had done the same with Daenerys. There were many at court who praised Rhaegar's daughters and sister for their beauty and wit. Visenya and Daenerys were called the Morning and the Evening Star for their beauty, while Rhaenys was known as the Sun Dragon.

Plenty of lords, both high and low, had sent their sons to offer marriage. None were considered. Rhaenys and Visenya only had eyes for their brother. And Daenerys was interested as well. That, Elia knew would have to be taken care of.

Once Varys took his seat, King Aegon, Sixth of his Name, spoke. "My lords, I thank you for your diligence in your duties. King Rhaegar has passed but matters of the kingdom must continue."

"Of course, your Grace," said the Hand, Lord Connington. "As your coronation has already occurred, we can focus on the wedding. The Small Council—"

"What wedding, Lord Hand?"

It was a short question, yet it cut Lord Connington off. It took him a moment to continue. "Your wedding, your Grace. To your sisters." The rest of the Small Council nodded in agreement.

"…This is the first I've heard of such a thing."

"You would've heard about it if you had actually spent time in King's Landing, little brother," Rhaenys drawled.

Elia agreed with her daughter. Ever since he came back from the North, Prince Aegon had spent more time in the saddle than by his father's side. Each time he returned to King's Landing, it was only a matter of days before he rode out, attending to matters of the Seven Kingdoms, as he called it.

Visenya smiled with a demure gentleness. "We've known this would happen for years, Aegon," she told her brother. "Father told us it would happen, that it was our destiny. After all, it is only right and proper for us."

The king considered his sisters for a long moment. Elia knew they hadn't been as close as they should've been as children. Rhaenys hadn't thought much of Aegon since he was a boy and someone else's child, and Visenya had followed her sister's lead. But that was in the past. The girls knew better now and regretted the missed chances.

"I assume there are betrothal contracts?" the king asked.

Most of the Small Council was surprised by his question. It was understandable. Since House Targaryen usually wed amongst itself, there rarely was a need for such a thing. Yet it made Elia worry. If there was no such contract, legally speaking the wedding could be dismissed.

Queen Rhaella nodded. "Your father did leave behind betrothal contracts, Aegon. He left them with me for safekeeping." At her signal, a servant came forward with a box. She unlocked the box and opened it, only for her smile to freeze. "What…what is this?" She turned the box around, showing its empty frame to the Small Council. They all stared back, unsure of what that meant.

The king considered the box before dismissing it. "If there are no contracts, then there is no betrothal. And any such wedding will not happen. Now, onto the first matter of the meeting."

His sisters stared at him in stunned shock, while Daenerys was hopeful. The Small Council shared the same mind as Elia's daughters. "Your Grace, you can't just dismiss this," Lord Connington protested. "Your father had this wedding planned for years. The entirety of Westeros has known that you would marry your sisters. The amount of time that—"

"Lord Connington," Aegon cut him off, "you have served your king and the Seven Kingdoms for many years. For that, I thank you but also ask that you step down from your position so that you may retire to Griffon's Roost." His hand stretched out towards him. "Your badge of authority."

No one spoke. That was how shocked they were. Lord Connington stared in abject silence but the hand before him never wavered. Finally, he took the hand-shaped pin off his doublet and gave it to the king. "Thank you again for your service, Lord Connington." The slight smile Aegon wore disappeared as he looked down the table. "Lord Randyll, you are no longer needed as Master of Laws."

That dismissal was just as surprising but also worrying. "What is he doing?" Elia thought. Rhaegar had appointed Randyll Tarly as Master of Laws because he knew the man would be a good advisor to Aegon. He may be blunt, especially when it came to the truth. But that was something Aegon would need. He must know that. So why would he dismiss the man?

Unlike Connington, Lord Tarly did not react in surprise. The only hint of his changing emotions was his eyes tightening. "Might I know the reason for my dismissal, your Grace?" he asked, even if it sounded like he was demanding.

Aegon regarded him with a dismissive look. "It's quite simple. I don't need two Tarlys on my Small Council." He tapped his finger against the pin. "Once Sam arrives in King's Landing to be my Hand, I'll have the more competent one in my service."

It was an explanation, and an insult. Elia might've found Lord Randyll too stern at times, but she disagreed with what was happening. The man stood up with a furious scowl. "I have served the Crown for the past five years loyally, yet you dismiss me for that craven weakling! You insult me, and my House!"

"Not your House, Lord Randyll. Just you." His voice had the bite of a winter's coldness. It matched the look in his eyes. "Take away your House, your titles, your lands, your riches, even your heirlooms, and you are nothing more than a brute, my lord. A thug who knows only violence and pain. As are many men in the Seven Kingdoms. Whereas your son is so much more, and better than you." His expression never changed whereas Lord Tarly grew angrier. "Now, you have the day to take your men and leave King's Landing. Or, if you prefer, we can go into the Kingswood where you will suffer an unfortunate hunting accident."

The fury brewing in Lord Tarly froze as his eyes widened, yet the king remained the same. Those words meant something to Tarly, Elia could understand that much. She just didn't know what. Only he did, and Aegon too. The king's eyes stayed on his former Master of Laws, daring him to keep speaking.

Finally, Randyll Tarly marched out of the room. As much as he tried to leave with his dignity intact, no one believed it. Lord Connington followed him three seconds later. King Aegon spoke again. "My lords, it has come to my attention that despite King Rhaegar's best efforts, there is still strife in the Seven Kingdoms. All it would take is the wrong step, a poorly chosen word, and war would erupt again. I have no wish for war, my lords. There is good news, however. I have talked with my people, and the first step to peace is tying the Great Houses to our reign. My uncle, Prince Viserys, has brought the ironborn into the fold with his marriage to Asha Greyjoy. But more must be done."

He looked at his sisters and said, "Rhaenys, you will leave for Riverrun within the week to marry Edmure Tully. Visenya will leave for Storm's End and marry Lyonel Baratheon." Daenerys's eyes brightened and a smile pulled at her lips. But the king wasn't done. "And Daenerys will leave for Casterly Rock so she will marry Tyrion Lannister."

Silence greeted his proclamation. His family stared at him in horror. Elia couldn't believe Aegon had done that. A protest rose up from her throat, only to be cut off by her daughter coming to her feet. "You can't be serious!" she shouted, slamming her fist on the table. "I'm a Targaryen and I won't be married off to some river lord!" Her fury was met by indifference from her brother, which only made her more furious. "This is enough, Aegon! You—"

A shadow rose up behind the king's shadow. A white shadow. Elia's eyes widened in fear as she stared at the direwolf. She had known Aegon had a direwolf named Ghost, had raised since it was a pup. But the last time she had seen it, it had been no bigger than a normal hound.

Now, though? Now even though it was sitting on its hindquarters, its head was at the same height as the king. Which meant it could see everyone there, and its focus was on Rhaenys. She froze at the sight, watching the wolf with a nervous air. "You'll do what I tell you, sister." Her eyes found him again, widening in horror. Why did she react so? "If you don't marry Lord Tully, you'll join the Silent Sisters. I believe the sept in White Harbor needs a new one."

"You wouldn't—!"

"I would." His cold words stopped her.

But while she went silent, her sister stood up. "Brother," Visenya said with pleading eyes, "please, do not send me to Storm's End. I do not like Lyonel." Elia remembered the last time Stannis Baratheon brought his children to King's Landing. Lyonel had towered over Visenya and terrified her. It had gotten to the point where she would flee if he came close. Now her brother was going to send her to that man.

The king's eyes didn't change. "You are a Princess of the Realm, Visenya. The Seven Kingdoms come before any personal grievances you might have. You will do your duty." The wolf found her and watched, freezing her in place. It didn't take long before she sat down in quiet defeat, matching her sister.

Princess Daenerys took the chance to speak. "Aegon, I can see how the matches with Riverrun and Storm's End might beneficial," she said, earning betrayed looks from her nieces. "But my marriage will not come of anything. It's a well-known fact that Lord Tywin disfavors his second son."

"Disfavor or not, Tyrion is still Tywin's heir. And once you two are married, he will publicly acknowledge as such. You will become the Lady of Casterly Rock, Daenerys. I would say that's quite beneficial." He regarded her with a curious look. "Besides, I had believed you thought highly of Tyrion. He has spoken well of you each time I've went to Casterly Rock." Whatever she might've said next, he ignored for the Small Council. "My lords, Samwell Tarly will arrive in King's Landing by tomorrow. We will meet again in two days to discuss the kingdoms proper." He leaned back against the chair. "Until then, my lords. Grandmother, Queen Elia, stay a moment."

Elia stayed silent as the Small Council, the princesses, and the attending servants left the room. Soon, it was her, Rhaella, Aegon, and the wolf. "Go ahead and say it," the king told Elia.

She took the open invitation. "Aegon, what do you think you're doing?" she demanded. "You are weakening House Targaryen by sending them away. They should be here, in King's Landing, by your side."

"And in my bed?"

"Yes," she answered. "You were promised to your sisters since you were born. As children, you did everything together. Your father wanted to see you married to them before he passed away. If you hadn't kept traveling the kingdoms, that would've happened." If it had happened, she might've had grandchildren to spoil by now.

"I know. That was why I kept traveling." Two simple sentences and she fell silent. But he wasn't done. "And even if it wasn't for the benefit of Westeros, I would still send them away. They will not live in the Red Keep during my reign."

The words were cold, definitive, and shocked her to her soul. "…What?" she asked.

Those cold Stark eyes found her. "Do you have any idea, what it was like to grow up as I did? No, how could you? You decided to avoid me. You might think people look at your daughters and see great beauties. I see them and remember the monsters they were."

Rage poured into her heart, giving her courage to speak. "My daughters are not monsters!"

"But they were, to me. It was Rhaenys who led the cruelty. She had no trouble calling me little bastard, pinching me so I would yelp in pain during our lessons, getting the maester's attention, mocking my efforts in the training yard, making fun of me with her cousins, or scaring off any possible friends I might've made. Visenya enjoyed taunting me or provoking me into causing a scene where I would appear the aggressor, shaming me into apologizing for something I didn't do. More times than I care to remember, she would lead me into a part of the Red Keep I didn't know, promising an adventure of sorts, only to leave me alone. It would take me hours to get back to parts I remembered, only to find my sisters waiting with their mockeries.

"And when I tried to do something about it, when I went to the king and told him about what they were doing, he said, 'Don't be cruel to your sisters, Aegon. They're a part of your life and you are a part of theirs.'" His lips peeled back in a snarl, matching his wolf's. "Rhaegar the Kind, so focused on the realm that he was blind to what happening in his own house. Every time I told him about what they were doing, he admonished me for telling lies. Was it any wonder I ran away?"

Elia was surprised by that last question, a sentiment she shared with Rhaella. "What do you mean, Aegon?" she asked.

He paused and looked at her. "…He never told you, did he? Of course, he didn't. Why would he?" His disgusted snort was quite audible. "Do you never think it was odd how I went to Winterfell without a Kingsguard? Rhaegar didn't want me to foster with my uncle. He decided that I should squire for Oberyn Martell."

That was news to Elia. Her husband had never mentioned that. And it also made sense to her. Her brother was a well-traveled man, knowledgeable, and a renowned fighter. "There are plenty of boys who would've been honored to be a squire to my brother," she said. "You would've learned much, Aegon."

He didn't believe that. "Rhaenys spared no effort telling me about her uncle, about how he was the greatest fighter out of Dorne, and how his knowledge of poisons was second to none. The first time he came to visit, he looked at me as if I was a stain on his boot. He was there when I to the yard, sharpening his spear, telling me all the different way a man could die from it, all while I tried to train. That was the man Rhaegar wanted to me learn from. I was afraid for my life, so I made a different choice."

By which, Elia guessed he fled to the North, and to House Stark. But she couldn't believe what he said about her brother. Of course, she knew that Oberyn was passionate about his family, and would die defending them. She had always thought that included Aegon, as he was his nieces' brother.

And on that matter, she was not done. "Aegon, your sisters have changed since you left," she told him. Their attitudes changed after Rhaegar took them both into his confidence. But not long after, Aegon had fled for the North. "Countless times they have told me that they regretted their childish antics."

"I might've believed that, Elia, if not for the first night I returned to the Red Keep. Rhaenys and Visenya decided to sneak past the guards into my chambers. I awoke to find them pinning me down, unable to escape, Rhaenys whispering in my ear that I was theirs, that there was no escape from it, and it would be for the best if I stayed locked in the Maidenvault, pumping them both full of babes, with Visenya nodding along and touching me where she shouldn't."

Again, those cold eyes found her. And suddenly she understood why he kept traveling Westeros. Rhaenys and Visenya admitted to sneaking into his chambers, but only to entice and tease him. "Something to urge him onto the wedding," Rhaenys declared with a knowing smirk. But instead, they only reminded him of his childhood and fled the Red Keep, fled the safety of his own family.

"Damn it all, Rhaenys!" Elia thought. Everything that should've happened, the unification of power from the North and Dorne through House Targaryen, ensuring Martell blood stayed on the Iron Throne for another generation, it was going to fail because her daughter pressed too eagerly. "Aegon—"

"My decision will not change, Elia," he said. "The princesses will leave King's Landing in a week. And so will you." She wanted to protest, that her place was here, but he continued. "You will return to Dorne so you can mourn your husband in peace. You will also take to your brother an invitation for Prince Tyrstane to come to King's Landing, as my guest."

Guest, he said. But she knew for what it was. Her nephew would be a hostage. Yet she could not say no, at least publicly. There was no reason for her brother to refuse. "…As you wish, your Grace," she said through tight lips.

"You may go."

Elia left the room but stayed close to the door. She wanted to hear what Rhaella had to say. The dowager Queen didn't disappoint. "You had the contracts stolen, didn't you, Aegon?" Her voice was quiet in its accusation, but it was still there.

"I was aware they existed, yes. But I had them burnt, not stolen."

"How can you throw away everything that your father had planned for you? Do you even know what you're giving up?"

"Aye, I do. Don't look surprised, Grandmother. When I returned from the North, after the feast, Rhaegar took me aside and told me the prophecy Aegon the Conqueror had, showed me the dagger." His scoff was heard through the door. "I called it Targaryen pomposity at its finest and the Conqueror's thin excuse to take Westeros for his own. I refused the dagger and turned my back on Rhaegar."

"Aegon, you spit on the legacy of our house!"

"And how many times has that legacy led our house into foolish mistakes?" he demanded but received no answer. "I say it is pomposity because it is pomposity. If Aegon the Conqueror foresaw the Others coming again, why didn't he say anything to Torrhen Stark and the North? The last Targaryens to do anything to aid the Night's Watch was the Conciliator and the Good Queen, and even then, they made things worse. If that the legacy Rhaegar believed in, he can keep it."

"That is your father you deride, Aegon," Queen Rhaella warned him.

Silence fell inside the room. Elia could imagine those Stark eyes boring into her. "Rhaegar Targaryen is no father of mine," Aegon declared, making Elia's heart leap into her throat in horror. "A father would've cared for all his children, not just a few. He would've listened to what I had to say, reassure me that all would be well, not dismiss my words because he didn't think there was any trouble. He would've seen me as his son, not as the centerpiece of a fucking prophecy. Ned Stark is the man I consider my father. The gods might've decided I was born a Targaryen, but I would give that all away to become a Stark."

Elia didn't need to see Rhaella to know she was shocked. It was the same expression she wore. Everything and anything House Targaryen had hoped for in Aegon was there, but not in the way they had hoped. And then she realized something else.

Since he had returned from his fostering, not once had she heard Aegon refer to Rhaegar as his father.

"Do you realize what you're saying?" the Queen mother asked.

"Aye, and I know what I am doing. I intend to be the greatest king House Targaryen has ever created. When people look at history, at our lineage, they will think of me first, before Jaehaerys I. I will change Westeros, from the ground up, for the better. And I also intend to rule for a long time. By the time I die, the Seven Kingdoms will be something different, something better than what came before. And it will be the end of House Targaryen too."

A sense of fear crawled through Elia's belly. She wasn't the only one. "…What?"

"I will never marry, Grandmother. Nor will I sire a child, bastard or otherwise. I will tend to the kingdoms first and foremost, with no family to distract me. When I die, I will have no heir. Which means that people will look for one from my family, my sisters, my aunt, and my uncle. And if I know what they will pass down to their children and grandchildren, such as their stubbornness and pride, they will all squabble over the Iron Throne, fighting to put their ass and their name on it."

"You're mad," Queen Rhaella said in quiet horror. She must've realized the same thing Elia did.

A short chuckle followed. "Perhaps, but what does that make you, Grandmother? Perhaps you are mad too, for following that damn prophecy. No," he said before she could argue. "That's wrong. You're not mad. What you are, is weak, and a craven."

Elia didn't think it was possible to horrified more. But she was proven wrong. Rhaella was no craven. Hers was a quiet strength. Once someone saw it, they knew it was there. How could her own grandson say such things? "How dare you?" the Queen mother demanded.

"I dare, because I know. You're craven, Grandmother. You said nothing as Aerys heaped abuse after abuse upon you. You saw what Rhaenys and Visenya did to me. You had Rhaegar's ear. If you spoke, he would've listened.

"But what did you do? Nothing. You turned your head and pretended nothing was wrong, even when your own daughter started to take after her nieces. You left your own grandson alone for the sake of your own mind. If I am mad, Grandmother, it is a madness caused by you and the rest of House Targaryen. Tis only fair I pay it back, is it not?"

It was a horrifying picture Aegon painted with his words, yet he saw nothing wrong. The fear exploded through Elia's body, making her hands shake. She could see what would happen. Her daughters would urge their children on, making a claim for the throne. Even Daenerys and Viserys would too. What was worse was he was right. Legally speaking, none of the claimants would be Targaryens. Viserys freely took his wife's cloak during his wedding, becoming a Greyjoy.

Westeros would be drawn into a war greater than they had ever seen, far greater than Robert's Rebellion or the Blackfyre Rebellions. Untold number of people would die in the process, destroying the land in process. Chaos would reign and people would weep, saying that it would never have happened during Aegon's reign.

And that, Elia realized, was exactly what Aegon wanted. He would take House Targaryen to greater heights any king before had achieved, only to watch it all burn to ash from the afterlife, laughing all the while. She could guess he thought it was his due. House Targaryen had made him feel alone, so he would remove House Targaryen from Westeros, and no one would think it wrong.

A chair pushed back and someone came to their feet. It could only be Rhaella. "I will not permit this to happen. King you might be, but your father entrusted me with duties and powers during his reign. I still hold influence over court."

"Not as much as you might think, Grandmother. Come tomorrow, you will go to Dragonstone to mourn in private. Once your mourning period is over, you will stay there as castellan, until you go to the gods."

This could not be happening. Elia could not believe this. It all felt as if she was trapped in a horrible nightmare. Yet she was awake and nothing she did convinced her otherwise. "Aegon, think about what you're doing," Rhaella pleaded, one last time. "You're sending your family, people who love you, away. You'll be left alone here."

"I'll have the family I chose, people who'll tell me when I've gone too far and help me achieve my goals. I won't be distracted from what's happening, which is what I need."

What did that mean? Elia wasn't alone in her confusion. "What do you mean?" the king's grandmother asked.

"Rhaegar was right in one aspect. Winter is coming, and so is the Long Night. I saw it beyond the Wall, and I mean to ensure Westeros survives it, without a prophecy attempting to make Valyrians relevant. Don't look at me so, Grandmother. The Long Night occurred long before dragons were supposedly found by shepherds. Westeros got through the Long Night without them, and I intend to make sure it happens again. After all, that's what Rhaegar wanted me to do, isn't it?" There was no doubting the poison in the question.

"Aegon—"

"Jon," he corrected her. "That is the name I prefer. I will allow you to know me as that, since you'll be taking care of Dragonstone for me. That will be all, Grandmother."

The door opened and Rhaella exited the chamber. She saw Elia standing there. Neither of them said a word, only a look. They left together, intent on reaching their children. Perhaps if they could talk to them, they could help them find a way through the future the new king envisioned. They would be sent away from King's Landing, yes, but they hadn't been forbidden from writing to one another. They could still stay in contact. If they kept the bonds between House Targaryen alive and strong, perhaps they would find a way to keep their family on the Iron Throne.

Yet as they walked, a dark feeling haunted their footsteps. It was accompanied by a cold whisper lingering in their ears. The end of the dragons had begun, it said, and it was through no fault but their own.

End

Author's note: Thank you for all the reviews you've sent me.

This story came to me after reading The Captive Prince and The Trio Returns on AO3. The basic premise is that Aegon is born Visenya, so Jon is the only son of Rhaegar. In both stories, he lives in King's Landing and is betrothed to both his sisters. He doesn't want it, they do, and they don't exactly care what he thinks. And quite frankly, in both stories, Rhaenys is a bitch. So I wrote this at the point where he does become king and as such, has command of his House.

Now, some could say that Rhaegar could've ordered Jon to stay in King's Landing long enough to marry his sisters. But the way I see it, Jon was traveling the Seven Kingdoms on official duties, acting as a Crown Prince should. He's out there, listening to the lords' problems and the woes of the smallfolk. Each time he comes back to the Red Keep, it's with tales of success and peace through his efforts, of friendships made with the nobles. And since Rhaegar loves his son, he wouldn't stop the travels. Not when they were doing so much good for House Targaryen.

Until I get an official confirmation from either the show or the books, I'm gonna maintain that Aegon the Conqueror never told Torrhen Stark about his dream. And if that's the case, why he didn't tell the king whose lands are right next to the Wall keeping said horrors from his dreams out, I will never know.

And quite frankly, I do find the dream to be full of Targaryen pomposity. It had to be Aegon's family to unify Westeros? Because what? They had dragons? They thought they were special? Not as much as they thought.

Jon here is pretty much going to kick off the Renaissance in Westeros. He wasn't kidding when he said he was going to be the greatest king House Targaryen ever had. I'd be willing that is what keeps him alive to a good old age, and possibly spite, so he can outlive his family.

And yes, he's not going to have children, or sleep with a woman, ever. It's a combination of wanting to end House Targaryen for good and being traumatized by his sisters. Rhaenys might not have said those exact words when she and Visenya snuck into his bed but that's what he figured they wanted: him trapped in a room, unable to get out, only to serve as their toy. Visenya's groping didn't help matters either. Their actions that night pretty much sealed their fates, and Daenerys's.

I'll see you all next chapter!