"I am Daenerys, Mother of Dragons—a screenwriter and novelist with years of experience. I am deeply passionate about analyzing plots and reading dramatic character arcs. While my writing style is creative, my content is psychological and rooted in modern literary theories. I will be launching my journey on the Hive platform... bringing a fresh vision for the ending of each character. This vision reflects my literary perspective on character development. I will be sharing a serialized collection with you ."
(The Last Walker). [Story]
I stood with my royal grandeur on the slope of a snowy hill, my dragon Drogon by my side, watching the majestic scene with absolute vigilance.
The Night King stood facing Jon Snow and his direwolf, Ghost. With solemn words, Jon Snow directed his speech toward the Night King:
"I pledged my honor to serve the Night's Watch. But I died and was reborn; I rid myself of the weight of vows and oaths, but I never abandoned my quest to save the world."
For the first time, the Night King’s voice was heard—sounding like the cracking of ice. He spoke while looking into Jon’s eyes, yet he seemed to be staring into a void:
"Why do you carry on your shoulders the weight of a world that has never once carried your existential weight?"
Jon Snow’s lower lip trembled, and he swallowed a lump that had gathered in his throat. His voice came out like the melody of a mournful flute:
"Perhaps the more I feel rejected by the world..." He paused for a moment, sighing heavily, then continued, "...the more honor and loyalty swell within my chest."
The Night King let out a laugh that provoked both the old gods and the new. Jon Snow’s face flushed with rage. He gripped the hilt of his sword and lunged at the Night King, but the moment the blade touched the King’s body, it shattered.
The Night King laughed again. Then, extending both hands, he began to choke Jon Snow. I tried to rush to help my lover, but my body felt bound by chains. Jon Snow’s breath began to fade away slowly as he tried to reach his trembling hand toward his heavy cloak, while the howling of his wolf, Ghost, filled the horizon.
"Moon of my life...Moon of my life"
Suddenly, I heard the voice of my husband, Drogo!
The voice grew louder: "My moon of life." In an instant, I was back in my warm bed in the Dothraki lands, with Drogo’s eyes staring at me, flirting with every gaze.
He spoke to me in my tongue: "You were talking in your sleep."
I replied, "Yes, it was a nightmare."
"Was it that bad?!"
"Yes. And perhaps in my next dream, I will see who dies ."
To be continued...
By Daenerys, writer.
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