I was not disappointed by ALL of the last episode, but at least one huge dangling meatball was mishandled badly by the writers. Jon’s story arc and The way Jon offs Dani is pure paperback Romance novel formula Garbage. Leaving almost everything about the episode the same, I’ve decided to rewrite that scene as I would have liked to see it- here you go internet.
The massive pile of rubble began to stir in front of Jon. Drogon uncurled his body and snarled at the small man before him.
Jon stepped forward and placed a hand gently on the dragons snout, it’s razor sharp teeth flashing as the monster sniffed around him. Drogon stood, unfurled it’s wings, stepped back and took to the air with a rush of wind pushing Jon back. He watched the beast rise and circle the ruins of the castle before him. He drew his broadsword, stepped into the entry and began to climb to the throne room above.
Dani stood before the Iron throne, the ashes from the fires below drifting down all around her like snow.
She traced the edges of the swords hammered together to form the royal monument to her fathers legacy. She imagined them falling from the hands of defeated enemies. She wondered how many thrones could be made from all the swords of all the armies she’s defeated. A hundred?
“As a girl, I was told this throne was made from a thousand swords, she said aloud, as Jon stepped from the shadows of the broken archway.
“Can you imagine what I envisioned? A girl who couldn’t yet count to twenty? I imagined a pile of swords reaching to the sky.”
She turned to face Jon. She noticed his drawn sword, it’s tip resting on the ground before him. He was seething.
She smiled as Drogon roared above their heads, circling.
“I don’t advise drawing a sword on your Queen, Jon Snow.”
“You WERE my Queen, Dani. I followed you to this moment. We all did. But this? This isn’t what you promised. This isn’t what you wanted.”
Dani’s smile disappeared. “This is exactly what I wanted.”
“The queen of ashes?!” Jon screamed
“The Queen and rightful heir to my fathers throne!”
“Are you?”
“Oh, I see, she said. So you’ve decided it is yours after all. That’s a shame then. I will remind you, while you were born to inherit it, I am the one who’s EARNED IT!”
“At what cost,Dani? Have you seen what you’ve done? Have you walked the ruins? You murdered thousands. Innocents! BABIES!. The unsullied are slaughtering Lannister soldiers in the streets at this moment and for what?
To rule over ashes? You said you didn’t want this Dani, to be queen of the ashes, and you’ve lied even to yourself.“
Dani turned to the throne and sat, gently placing her hands on its arms.
Her stone expression told Jon everything he needed to know, everything he had feared. She had no intention of ever stopping what was started. She would march her unsullied to every city and burn every village until she felt her fathers justice was met, even if it was her own kingdoms she destroyed. She had no intention of letting any perceived threat live, including him. She had become the Mad-Queen, in every horrifying way, and the Iron Throne was the only thing she cared about.
Jon stepped toward her, and immediately Drogon landed behind him with a crash, creeping forward and growling. Jon stopped, raised his broad sword before her, and threw it at her feet.
“I want nothing Dani, I never wanted this. I’ve come to realize there is a difference between what we want- and what is right. This isn’t right. I love you, and I can forgive you, but you must give up that throne and leave. Leave your army, leave your claim to the throne. I will protect you from here, but you can never return.” Dani’s smile returned slightly, amused by Jon’s threat.
“Dani please, I’m begging.”
Dani stood. “I’m sorry Jon, but this is where we say goodbye. For acts of treason against this throne I, Danarys Stormborn, First of Her Name, sentence you to die!
Goodbye, Jon...”
Drogon reared back and roared , the massive furnace in his gullet licking flames from the sides of his neck. Jon stood motionless with the beast behind him, his face twisted with anger, but before Dani could utter the last word so many men before had heard as their last,
Jon said it first...
“DRACARYS!”
Dani looked at Drogon in horror, and before she could even scream
the dragon leveled its massive head at her and unleashed its hellish fury. Dani was blown back into the Iron Throne, the force of the blast crushing her bones against it. As the crown of swords melted around her head, Jon could see the life fade from her shocked expression.
Drogon continued until only a glowing slab of molten steel remained, forever entombing the last mother of dragons. When it was over, Jon stepped forward, picked up his broadsword and laid it on top of the flaming slag.
“The throne is yours.”
Tyrion heard the footsteps in the hallways and wondered why there weren’t more. The guards bringing him to his execution should have been marching, and when Jon opened the door he stared in disbelief.
“She’s gone.” Jon said somberly.
“I see. And you?” Tyrion asked. “Do we have a new King?”
“For now. Send word to all, you will need to gather the heads of every house and decide who is to be king from now on.”
“But you...”
“I don’t want it Tyrion. I’ve told you as much. I’m abdicating the throne once the unsullied are off and a new King is chosen.”
“Where will you go?” Tyrion asked.
“North. Beyond Winterfell.”
“You’re taking the Black?”
“Beyond. It’s where I belong. There’s no need for the wall now. The wars are over, all of them. The next king will need to ensure that”
Jon handed Tyrion the Pin of the Hand.
“I don’t want this” Tyrion protested.
“Get used to it, it’s yours. That’s my first command.”
Tyrion placed it on his lapel and bowed. “As you wish, my Lord.”
Outside,Drogon could be heard in the throne rooms ruins. A thunderous noise was followed by his wings beating the air. Jon and Tyrion watched as he flew off over the sea, the remains of the throne and Dani ripped from the stone in its talon.
“It knew?” asked Tyrion. “It knew you were Targaryen, it...how...”
“Questions for the Maester to ponder, I suppose” Jon said, and led Tyrion to the doorway.
Ken Anderson
2019
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