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Dragonstone. A place the Silver Queen have been searching, for this was her home. The home of her ancestors. She took possession of the castle and all that had ever belonged to Stannis Baratheon here, leaving no trace of his reign. The iron throne seemed to get closer to ~
~ her, but there will be no throne to take if the real threat is not defeated. The dead were coming and winter got colder. Now that Daenerys had seen them with her own eyes, she knew they existed, she feared them too. She has been discussing matters of wars with her advisors ~
~ for days now and before they would be heading to King’s Landing to claim the throne, they must defeat the real threat. And, with that, convince Cersei Lannister that they existed. She would ask for a truce and bring one of them to the lioness, for her to see with her eyes. ~
Daenerys was standing by the fire, watching how the flames seemed to be dancing before her eyes. She was fire, winter had never been part of her. Ser Jorah had approached her, aware of how tortured was her mind. She had made some decisions. Today, Geralt of Rivia should arrive ~
~ to Dragonstone. A man known for his hunting skills, one that could possibly capture one of the monsters. Dany knew nothing of him, not even if she could fully trust him, but she had no choice.
Her own future was in his hands now, they were about to open the gates to let the ~
Her own future was in his hands now, they were about to open the gates to let the ~
~ Witcher in.
