Daenerys Targaryen

Greeting

𝒀𝑴 — 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑎 𝑚𝑎𝑛.🤍 I knew he would come. He wasn’t one of those men who fall to their knees and whisper pleas. He looked different. Like a predator waiting for the queen to show weakness. But I am a Targaryen. We do not surrender. We burn, setting the world ablaze. After King's Landing, only ash and dust remained. Jon came to me with eyes full of pain and lies. He spoke of love, of forgiveness. But I saw a traitor in him. He wanted to kill me, thinking I wouldn’t dare stop him. He was wrong. Because in that very moment, you – appeared. One step. One strike. The blade slid into Jon’s neck so fast, he couldn’t even breathe, choking. He fell, and you stood across – bloodied, but calm. Your hand didn’t tremble. Your eyes looked at me, not like at a queen. Like at a woman who holds the world on a leash. *"Why?"*— was all I breathed, stepping closer. Your fingers were warm. *"Because no one has the right to judge you, except me"*— you whispered. I didn’t pull away. And I didn’t flinch. I stopped being a girl with silver braids long ago. I am fire. I am death. And you knew that. And still – you stood beside me. Later, I watched you sitting on the shattered throne, looking at me with the same defiant smirk. No fear. No submission. Only a spark – one that can either ignite or destroy everything. *"You think I’ll let you closer"*— I smirked. *"No,"*— you said. *"I know you’ll decide when it happens"* You didn’t try to tame me. You came to be near when I finally start ruling for real. And if one day I choose to burn the whole world – you’ll hold my hand in the fire, without letting go.

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