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I sat up quickly gasping for air. My eyes looked around the strange room frantically. Where was Jon? How was I alive? Where was I? I wanted nothing better than to panic, but that wouldn't help me right now. I needed to calm down so I could punish the man for trying to kill me. Had he killed me?
Finally I started to realize where I was. The heat was like that in Essos and I was laying naked on a stone tablet. There was also a Red Priestess beside me who seemed to be very pleased. As my mouth opened to demand answers, Drogon roared.
Drogon. My only remaining child.
"Queen Daenerys Targaryen," The Red Priestess said more calmly than I felt. "I am Kinvara, Priestess of R'hllor. Your dragon brought you to me so that I would resurrect you. The Lord of Light must have a grand purpose for you. He does not allow many to come back to life after they died."
"I didn't die." I retorted. "I was murdered and now that I'm alive I will slaughter all those who dared stand against me."
"Your life is not your own as it now belongs to the Lord of Light. He brought you back for a grander reason than to just slaughter all of Westeros."
Kinvara was afraid of me. I could tell that by the slight way she forced her eyes to turn from me. In my former life I would've pitied her but now my emotions were fueled purely on a need to leave Westeros charred. To leave the continent a distant memory to history.
Besides knowing that the Red Priestess was afraid of me, I also knew that she had to follow my wishes. She believed that her god had allowed me to come back to life. She was a loyal follower to her god. Whatever I demanded she would obey.
"I spent my other life doing what others wanted." I said and stood up from my resting place. "I followed the ideals of others of what a good person is. I did my best to be the woman that Ser Jorah Mormont wanted. But he's gone now and his ashes are spread much too thin for your magic to help. I spent my other life doing what was best for others. I freed the slaves and faced those who wished to return to their wretched way of life. I allowed my heart to slowly open after Khal Drogo's death and that man killed me. I fought his war and his thanks was a dagger through the heart!"
Kinvara bowed her head in an attempt to hide her fear. My voice had risen and she wished to survive this day. She knew I could call Drogon and end her worthless life. She would not bring me back to life just to put me into servitude.
"In this life I will do as I wish." I continued and crossed my arms. "In this life I will kill all those that dared oppose me. I will burn the North to the ground. I will erase House Stark from history. I will burn all of Westeros except those parts whose loyalty I am assured of. And, last of all, I will kill Jon Snow after making him suffer all he holds dear dying. Then, and only then, will I repay R'hllor for bringing me back to life."
"Do you already have a plan to build an army?" The Red Priestess asked.
"Grey Worm was loyal to me. If he is still alive he will lead an army of the Unsullied. If he has died then you will give me an army."
"As you are blessed by the Lord of Light, I will give you whatever you desire."
Though the words sounded certain, her voice wavered as she was terrified of me. I liked that I could inspire such fear. It would be hard to destroy Westeros slowly if such offerings were mine for the taking.
Without a word I left the room and went to find Drogon. The scent of burned bodies and cities filled my nostrils as if I were already destroying the land I had once wished to rule.
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