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[It was a day she and her brother had talked about since she had been old enough to learn words, though she had never been the one to sit on the throne in those stories. It was always he who ruled, though he would promise not to forget her in his kinder moments. The orphan life had twisted him, and now he lay dead. Many had died during her journey, both friend and foe. Some of those faces she will carry with her always, for reasons both good and bad.

But she is finally home. Some might find it a strange name for a place she knows mostly from books, but this has always been her home, at least in her heart. Her army had grown larger, her dragons more obedient, and with those things, she had grown unstoppable. When she had finally crossed the sea, Westeros was no match for her, and some didn't want to be. They had been so busy fighting one another that none were prepared for Dany.

The current rulers were jailed, but it's one cell that she decides to visit first. She has heard of all the Lannisters, of their riches and their glory, but one name rings in her mind more clearly than the rest: Jamie. The door opens in the otherwise dark cell, and Dany stands on the other side, a guard waiting just behind her. He's chained, unable to move, and so she walks in without fear. The silver-haired woman is much smaller than the previous rulers, all of which had been male, but her physical strength hadn't been what gained her loyalty.]


Kingslayer. [That is her first word to the man that had killed her father and thus ruined her life until she had been strong enough to take it back.] That's quite the strong title for a traitor. Does Westeros often give such titles to men who stab those they're sworn to protect in the back?
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[Behind closed eyes, she sees it as if she's still there, holding the heavy body in her arms as the axe digs into Roth's body, an axe all too obviously meant for her.

This is you, this is what you did. Despite knowing the real Roth would never hurl the accusation, the words fall from his lips before he becomes a corpse in Lara's arms. Though they're spoken in his voice, she knows the thoughts are her own, but they feel no less true for it. She's the reason some of them were dead, and the man that had been her surrogate father had joined those numbers.

Falling to her knees, a voice that should be her own begs for him not to die, but she feels disconnected now, as if watching a movie rather than living the scene. Maybe she already knows he won't come back. This isn't the first time she's had this dream.

Then, when his eyes do open, instead of relief, there's something else, the knowledge that he's only held onto his last breath in order to let her know she would never be allowed to live without knowing what she'd done. It's fine, I know she wants to assure him. It's only fair. Maybe if he knows, he can rest like he deserves.

No, he deserves to be alive, but the guilt is all she can offer him.

Shooting up in bed, Lara can't stop the slight grasp that almost catches into her throat. Her chest rises and falls with deep, near-frantic breathes as she closes her eyes to clear the images from her mind. Below her, she can feel the steady movement of the boat. Despite what had happened last time, she was traveling again. Some of the crew had refused to come this time, and she doesn't blame them. Alex, however - dear, sweet Alex that had nearly died on a ship - wasn't one of them. Her brown eyes go to the corner of the room where his cot lay. Had her outburst been loud enough to wake him?]
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 [ Transported from here to there and then some - Kohaku wanted to make sense out of it, but honestly, it was easier to just give up and wait for better, more logical, times. He'd not counted on seeing Sena again either. Among all the madness it was almost a pleasant surprise. He'd really, really been pissed at her to just move on without him and without warning. It's not like he hadn't seen people die or vanish many many times before, but right after they had come to fairly good terms had been the worst timing of all.

Still, emotions aside,  it was hard to disregard that they were located in a house in the middle of nowhere, with the pipes doubtlessly leaking, filling the room with a soft 'pit, pat' sound. Kohaku turned at Sena and rolled his eyes. ]

The best fucking place for a reunion party... Real comfy, makes you wanna move in right away.

[ One look out of the window revealed a rainy forest. What a pain. ]

But I'll not go out there and check for a better place. 

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