picture courtesy of my beloved Jaime. <3 we're finally getting there. <3
the drums of war were beating loudly. They had marched South, towards Kings Landing and they were at the gates of the city. Bäahal's blood was pumping hard in her veins as she heard her sister's speech to the usurper. Of course, Daenerys would offer peace, one last chance for Cersei to give up the crown and spare her life. The speech itself was background noise as the princess senses became drowned by the sound of her own heart beating hard against her ribcage. She had already survived a war, why would this one be any different? They had a clear advantage here, more firepower, literal dragons against the mad queen. There was still a huge risk Drogon or Rhaegal got hurt the way Viserion was and it was sending cold shivers down the princess back. It couldn't be. it couldn't happen. not again, not ever.
Flashes crossed her mind, some she couldn't decipher but which hurt all the same. so much was at stake here. Dany had to survive, Jon would fight by her side and they would be too far away for Bäahal to eventually keep an eye on her. She had to trust Drogon, Rhaegal, and Jon. she had to trust them if she wanted to do her part well. She was riding a horse, fully armored to protect herself and was staring at the royal guard and the golden company. she would have to survive, she would have to decimate as many men as possible to ensure the victory of her sister. there lied her mission with the underlying fear of encountering the golden knight on the battlefield. It didn't mean anything, she wouldn't meet him because he would be with Cersei, busy fighting Jon and Daenerys wherever they would fight. One look at the large castle and one of its towers and Bäahal swallowed a lump. her heart jumped against her ribcage, broken at the sight before her and the fate of that man. well... he knew what was coming, he chose to return to King's landing. He made his choice and she couldn't do anything about it. he chose to sacrifice and waste his life for the woman he was in love with and she commanded it...after all, he was loyal and devoted, wasn't he? wasn't she? her purple hues averted from the tower and set upon the dragons and her family. Jon, her nephew, Daenerys her sister.. the last of the last. they had to survive too. Them, more than anyone else.
"You can do this, Dany... you're this close to achieving your goal. We'll make sure it happens," she whispered before she pulled the top of her helmet down on her face. "I will fight for you today and I hope it'll make you victorious... I'm counting on you." She whispered before she drew her sword out of her sheath, ready to fight the last War... ready to enter History and keep her promise to Lord Jaime in the process. "I won't be a nobody and won't die like one. Make sure you keep your promise too, Lord Jaime." She whispered to herself, nervously waiting for the signal to charge. waiting... waiting...
-TBC-
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