"i would choose you, even if it burned kingdoms." / @nothonors being unhinged on main
THE AIR TURNED TO ASH IN HER MOUTH as breath fell from her lips. Hundreds of candles made their shadows dance against the sept walls, rising and falling in the orange glow – the trailing smoke became ghosts from the past watching in silent contempt. Daenerys knew that she would need such devotion from the lords and ladies of the Seven Kingdoms if she were to take back her father’s rightful throne, as the gods demanded of her. But never had she forgotten the night she was whisked away by her father’s men and the dragonfire that rained from the heavens, burning all of those who remained in King’s Landing and her father with them. She remembered the heaviness and the anger, the weight of his memory and the strength she would need to avenge him. It was Rhaenyra– the blacks that had taken everything from her, and Daenerys knew that the war would not end until their debt had been paid. Many would face the same fate before she found justice.
Lilac eyes flickered to meet the lion’s from where he knelt below her, hands against her frame as if praying to the maiden herself. Draegon’s cries could be heard from where he circled the skies above the sept, Vhaegal and Moonfyre undoubtedly following in his wake. The mother’s fingers tangled in Loreon’s hair, cradling his face as she knelt beside him. Mere inches apart, his heated breath against her skin sparked something inside of her. She needed–
“Swear it,” she whispered, FIRE & BLOOD coursing through her veins. “Give yourself to me before the gods, and I will choose you too.”
