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tidustargaryen · 5 years

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Loneliness is my fur coat and my only friend

Well, I have not written anything for a very long time, but I felt compelled to contribute to Daenerys. After all she has to go through, I want only one thing, happiness for her, I do not think she will be happy in Westeros, sincerely. I do not see her ending up as a peasant woman, even if she dreamed of it, with, unfortunately, only one dragon now, she can do so much, that she will always feel compelled to use it to bring freedom, peace, where it can, but not to Westeros. I also did not expect a happy ending for Jonerys, honestly I know that Jon could never be happy in the south, we see him besides in his scene with Tormund and Ghost, he is held by an oath to Dany, but we can see that he is unhappy, and that he would like to stay north. And Dany, it's not her place in the north, but I did not expect him to reject her like that ... Nor did I expect Northerners to be so ungrateful after she was helped north against Night King, I really thought that Sansa and Arya would thank her, but most of all, I did not think Jon would leave her alone ... He does not realize how much she must be sad, and how lonely must she feel? We know the story of Dany, we know that what always accompany Dany is loneliness, that's why I have a hard time forgiving Jon, let alone D & D, no matter what what happens next, he completely abandon her when she most needed him ... We're asked to understand Jon because it's hard for him the revelation, but do they understand Dany ... Can not he be there for her, just a little hug, no need for sex if he is uncomfortable, just comfort her, is not asking too much ?

I did not even appreciate their kiss, while the boatsex ... yum lol But the scene where she is alone during the feast, Jon does not even see that she's leaving, and he's not even going to see her, she's the one who has to go see him ... Then the look of disgust he has when he pushes her away ... I have lost taste for the Jonerys couple, maybe it'll come back, I'm happy for you if you still get to ship them, but I'm not. I'm going to look for fics with Dany in the main character, fics to her glory ^^ Without men if possible .... But I thank all the authors who have spent time writing, there are stories that were really worth it.

I do not know if it's good, English is not my mother tongue, so ... Surely full of mistakes lol

And I'm warning, it's very sad ... I'm going to do a little bit of toshop to do a kind of moodboard, I'll post it again later, when I have time, but I do not guarantee it will be good either, it's been a very long time that I did not use the software ^^

I also wanted to pay tribute to Dany and Missandei :) The sister Dany never had.

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The dust layer had found its place on the painted table, just as the first time she had entered this room, she touched her finger all the way until she reached the edge of the room giving a wonderful view on the environment composing the island. Except, this time, Tyrion was not present, she had wished to remain alone, she was alone ...

Silence reigning all around her, except the sound of the waves crashing on the rocks, emptiness had invaded space, as it had invaded her heart. Had she been such a sad person ? So alone? Not even when she still had Viserys, not even in her life just wandering the streets in search of food and escaping the murderers. It would give everything to find this time, with Viserys ... What a drama ...

But at least they would still be alive ...

And the Dothaki, they were the people who gave her everything, without them she would not be the woman she is today. She was only the toy, the slave of Viserys, weak, useless, but with the Dothraki, she had found people who loved her, who respected her, they had delivered her ... Of course,she had also had her difficult moments, at first, life is never easy ... But it was the beginning of a new life, a better life. And she had led them at their death ...

How could she still stand, she did not know, but she felt so empty. After all she had lost because of the Night King ... Why her?

It was so hard to look Grey Worm in the eye now. She had failed him, failed her people, failed her friend, her confidante, her sister ... Sweet Missandei, if only I had sent you back to Naath earlier ...

I regret so much my dear friend, will you ever be able to forgive me, no matter where you are now?

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“My Queen ?” She had found the North so cold, the people even more, they clearly did not like strangers, even those who came to save them ... Of course she knew they would have had a hard time accepting a Targaryen, given what her father had done to the Starks, and if what was said about Rhaegar was true ... But her people was in no way responsible. She blamed herself for taking Missandei to such a place, she was so kind, so sweet, these people did not even know her, and yet they gave her such nasty looks ... This place was clearly not a place where she was loved. Even Jon had been so distant with her ...

" My queen… ? "

"Sorry Missandei, I think the cold got the better of me. "

"Do you want me to go find Jon Snow?” Missandei had a slight smile on her face as she waited for her Queen's answer.

"I ... No ... I do not think he wants to see me ... I mean ... he has to be busy ..." Her friend walked over to her and took her hand giving her a reassuring look.

"You deserve a good man, he is a good man my Queen, you should ask him if anything annoys you.” Of course, Missandei had also noticed, after a month on a boat where her Queen had been often busy, that the Northerners had not been very present these days, they had just arrived in a foreign place, with people very difficult it was understandable for her that her Queen desires the company of a man for whom she had developed a sudden dependency.

"Thank you, my friend, but I am afraid that these days we are going to spend here are going to be very sad, very cold and very hard. I regret having driven you to such a strange place. "

"We will follow you to the end of the world, and we will defeat this monster for Viserion, but I would like to ask you something ..." Daenerys shook hands with her friend, urging her to continue. "Grey Worm and myself, once you have your throne, would like to live in Naath ..."

Daenerys smiled at her friend, she would be sad to lose her, but nothing would brint her more joy than to see her friend happy. "Of course, you know you do not have to ask, you and Grey Worm are free. "

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... .If only she had known ...

The Unsullied were trained warriors to no longer feel emotions, nor pain, and yet she could see how much Grey Worm was suffering ... She would give her own life a hundred times if it could make his lover back to life.

Anyway, she did not have much, except Drogon ...

Rhaegal ... my child ...

I swore that no one was going to take you to me after Viserys, Drogo and Rhaego ... I failed again ... Am I a monster to lead all people who believe in me or who love me to death ?

Viserion, Rhaegal, she might lose Drogon if she continued ... My children ... And why? A country of ungrateful people who would never be able to love her?

When she arrived at Dragonstone, she had felt that she was not at home, just as she certainly was not in the North, how ironic that she had been searching for her house all her life, believing Westeros was her home... I only found death here, death and disappointment. I do not belong anywhere, I do not belong to anyone?

Not even Jon ...

She had thought to find love here in those desolate lands, and that's right, she loved him, oh she loved him so much ... It was perhaps her biggest mistake, she had given him her time her body, her heart, her armies, her dragons, and what remained to her now? A tiny little army and Drogon ... She had felt so lonely in the North, she understood that he could not be very present for her, he had to organize Winterfell's defense, he had to spend time with his family. Was not she his family to ? Even if they did not share this blood tie?

No, clearly he was not. She had not really had time to appreciate that she was no longer the last of her family, in other circumstances she would have been delighted, but this revelation would make her lose everything, everything she was fighting for since she was a child, Jon had pushed her away, and soon the wolves and the lions, as well as the serpents, would feast on her corpse and place a "male" heir on the throne. Why did not he just understand that? He did not want to be a king, she knew it, they knew it too, but who cares ... She was a woman, impulsive like her Hand liked to say, a mixture that did not make a good Queen apparently ... And Jon ... An honorable and fair man an ideal candidate, even if he did not want it, would he have made a good king if he had been unhappy in the South and in his duty? Surely not, but what does it matter ....

After all she had gone through in her life, now that she was on the verge of having what she wanted, everything was torn out, again. I had a family one day, and everything was tear off away from me because of my naivety. Had she been too naive to think that she could still have a family, a man who loves her? If she had not let herself be guided by her emotions for Jon, maybe things would have been different ...

The worst had been to see the look of disgust in his eyes after he pushed her away. The drink had made him forget of their blood tie, but his honor had quickly reminded him that she was her aunt ...

Why did it have to bother him so much? My family always practicing incest to keep the lineage pure, for the dragons ... My parents were brothers and sisters ... it did not bother him the first time he came to knock on my door ... My blood forever was a sin in the eyes of his Gods, and yet, he still wanted me ... Why now ?

Maybe....

Maybe...

Who could love a dragon.... ? Not even another dragon...

Three betrayals ...

It was a long time ago, so long ago that she had forgotten, or maybe she had trusted him too much to think that it could be her betrayal for love ... I told him to not trust his sisters, of course, Sansa had immediately informed her Hand, he chose to trust her, not me ... He knew what kind of man was Varys, he knew that from the moment a male heir is available, Varys will plot against me so that I die ... He certainly does not wish for my death, I know, of that I am sure ... But he would have been responsible ... Because he has chose not to trust me. Could he love me if he did not even trust me?

She had given him so much, and lost a lot by following him to the North. Oh of course she did not regret coming to help, how could she leave all these people, even if they had no gratitude, no love for her, to be enslaved in death by the Night King. She really deserved her title of the Breaker of Chains.

Where maybe she should have stayed in Essos, she would never have known, and her people would still be there, and Jon would be dead ...

A noise brought her back to reality, she kept her lost gaze on the ocean but allowed her visitor to enter the room.

"Your Grace," Tyrion came in and noticed the neglected aspect of his Queen, never since he served her he had seen her so bad ... She looked like the people of Flea Bottom, certainly much more beautiful, and less dirty, much less fragrant too ... He had pain for his Queen. He had doubts, he was tearing up between his family and the hope that he had put in Daenerys Targaryen, and he had failed in his task, and because of that, he was part of the reasons why his Queen was here, in mourning.

He had ended up denouncing Varys, and revealing what Sansa had entrusted to him, perhaps it was a way to redeem himself, although he knew that nothing could ever redeem the disappointment he had been once again, as it had been in his father's eyes, except this time he deserved it. Varys had of course been executed by fire, as Daenerys had promised him so little time ago, when she still had her dragons, Missandei, her armies ... The Greyjoy, the Martells, the Tyrells ... If only I had not wanted to save the life of Cersei, and the baby ...

"The troops of the North should still put a fortnight to arrive ..."

"Never mind ..." Daenerys turned around and looked at Tyrion at last. "Send a horseman, warned the Warden of the North that I would no longer need his armies, tell him that I am sincerely sorry for having made them go all this way for nothing. Warn him that food will be sent to the North as an excuse. "

"My queen ... But Cersei, the Iron Throne ...? "

"An iron chair that has made too many victims ... I saw it once in my dreams, really ugly, I'm sure you'll agree with that ..." Daenerys had this fatality in the voice that displeased Tyrion. She turned back to the ocean while her hand proceeded to what she had said.

"I pride myself on being a smart man, but I confess that now I do not understand you. "

"I refuse to risk the life of my last child Lord Tyrion. I will not stand it. And if I manage to escape from your sister's Scorpions, she will still refuse to give me the city, and if she burns the red dungeon with the Wildfire? Innocent people will die, far too many innocent people. There were enough deaths ... "

"My sister will not leave you alone ..."

"I will not stay at Dragonstone ..." Tyrion took a few steps back, refusing to believe that his Queen, this proud Queen Targaryen could give up so easily ... He understood that she could suffer sudden losses, but to the point of giving up this why has she fought since her brother was gone?

"Your Grace, I beg you to reconsider, even if you leave, Cersei will not leave the North alone, you will let it destroy after all you have lost to save them? And Missandei? You do not want to have her ... "

"ENOUGH LORD TYRION! My decision is made and it is irrevocable ... You are free, I discharge you from your duties as Hand of the Queen. "

Tyrion stayed a few moments without being able to say anything ... He stared at the Hand's badge and gently removed it from his coat, placing it on the painted table. He knew that his Queen would not change her mind, he tried a last approach anyway.

"And Jon Snow? He is your blood, but more than that, you love him, you will abandon him to his fate without even saying goodbye? What did he do to deserve such coldness? "

Of course, Daenerys knew that Jon would go back to the North, the real North, where Cersei would never find him. She had seen it in his eyes, he would never have been happy here with me, even if he had finally accepted our bond of blood ...

"He does not want to stay in the South, he does not want to have a relationship with his aunt. He is a Stark, he belongs to the North. I release the slaves, I do not chained him Lord Tyrion, I will never force him to do something he does not want. I will not be the woman who will make him unhappy, I deserve better, and him too. "

She turned around and stared at her old Hand a few moments, "It was pleasant the time that it lasted, thank you for your services, I wish you to be happy. "

"It has been an honor to serve you my Queen, may I ask you what you are going to do now? "

Daenerys watched the waves crash on the rocks, then Drogon who had just appeared in the sky. With a smile at the corner of her mouth she answered Tyrion:

"There is still a place where people need help, where I can still break the wheel, where I can save lives, where people respect me, love me and where I feel a little less alone. "

And so the Queen prepared her departure to Essos, hoping that one day she might be happy, that she would continue to liberate the slaves, that she might find joy in the arms of a man who loved her and that she would end up visiting Naath one day, even if her friend was not there to enjoy it with her, she would never forget it, just as she would never forget Ser Jorah, who had saved her life so many times, and of course, she would forever remember her children, the only ones she would ever have, the one who's still with her, who protected her, and those who had joined her husband, and her son, her brothers, her mother and all these Targaryen ancestors.

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She deserve happiness !!! She deserve the world, and if people have read this, thanks and please, cry with me :’(

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