#got final

This world is not divided in good and evil. In beautiful and ugly. Most of us carry both light and darkness in our hearts. Sometimes the light is strong enough to chase the darkness away. And sometimes it’s not. When the darkness numbs your senses, when it fills you up from the inside and steals your will to fight it, it’s tempting to succumb to the shadows. To let yourself drown in your manmade misery.  All her life, she’s decided to see the good in people and to believe in it. She’s always tried to find sparks of it - in men, in women, in children. Ever since she rose from the ashes, her standing was clear. Show her kindness, and you’ll be rewarded. Betray her, and you will be punished. Steal from her, and she will take it back. With ambition and determination. With fire and blood. Silver gleams on her black coat, necklaces and rings, brooches fashioned to look like her children. An army looks up to her and cheers at her speech that she delivers right from the heart. There is no crown in her white-blond hair, but she is a queen in every sense of the word. But she does not feel queenly. The man who has sworn her loyalty and pledged his allegiance is at her side, but he does not touch her, does not even look at her. It is no longer easy to tell if the people bow to her because they respect her or because they cower in fear. She may be queen, but she does not feel loved. Mistrust is etched into each and every face, contempt shining in their eyes. Loved ones surround her, but she does not feel at home. In a room full of people, her loneliness is the only constant to keep her company. The smile on her face freezes. She may be queen, but she does not feel safe. She watches the man she’s trusted the most die for her, gapes as her child is shot out of the sky, sees her best friend beheaded. What's wrong and what's right no longer matters. The world is a blur and she sees it all again, her lonely childhood, her brother selling her like a brood mare, men treating her like property. Trying to hurt her, trying to break her. Once more, everything is taken from her and when she can't take it back, she takes something else. The people won't love her, so she'll make them fear her. The man she loves can no longer bear to be with her. Moreover, he reveals his true identity, confesses he shares the blood of the dragon. His claim on the throne is more valid than hers, because he is a man, but he does not want the throne, he swears he doesn't, but what does it matter? He has not seen what she has, has not walked through fire, has not freed slaves and crossed oceans. But his claim remains and it will never be the same. She may be a queen, but her reign is in danger. But with the part of her heart that is flooded with light, she decides to believe once more. She decides to try. She wants to build this world she can see so clearly, and she wants to build it with him. A prince of ice and fire. She may be a queen, but it does not make her invincible. A blade pierces her heart and the prince takes another thing from her, the last thing she managed to preserve. He does not do it out of greed, does not do it out of fear or valour: he does it because he thinks it's the right thing to do. And isn't this exactly what she'd been trying to do all along? Know that she will never truly be gone. She will return to the ashes, where she was born from. As long as her child searches the sky for a sign of his mother, her legacy will live on. As long as it still breathes fire, she will never truly die.

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