Game of Thrones: I Created the Weave

Daenerys knew she was in a dream.

It wasn't the first time.

The first dream happened the night she touched the Dragon Egg, and it was a nightmare.

In a blurry, dark space, Viserion's hideous face was particularly prominent. As usual, he screamed and punched and kicked her, "You've awakened the Sleeping Dragon's Wrath!"

"You've awakened the Sleeping Dragon..." Viserion's actions were relentless.

The pain was so real, her brother's anger so familiar, that she thought she was back in Illyrio's courtyard, and that the journey across the Narrow Sea and the sights in the Red Keep were the false dreams.

She fled with all her might, Viserion chasing closely behind her.

"You want to see me as a joke?!"

Her brother's voice was frantic and shrill, like a shriek.

"I am the True Dragon! I am the King of Westeros! Dany, you've sided with the Usurper? You dare disobey my orders? Stop!"

Daenerys remembered her first meeting with King Joffrey, her brother trembling on the ground.

From that day on, Viserion was more timid and fearful than she had ever been at her weakest, ignoring any humiliation, but secretly gnashing his teeth, his gaze towards her becoming increasingly strange and terrifying.

Daenerys couldn't help but be glad she was in the Red Keep.

Behind her, Viserion began to sob, his voice gradually receding, gradually growing faint.

Daenerys stopped and looked back.

Viserion lay motionless in a dark cave, his arched back twitching slightly, like a wounded small animal.

Then, a crack opened in the cave where Viserion was, and fire and golden light surged out.

Daenerys's heart trembled violently.

It wasn't a cave, but an Eye overlooking the world, its sharp, narrow pupil staring directly at her, almost suffocating her.

Daenerys only wanted to retreat, but her body wouldn't listen, unable to move an inch.

Ahhh~~

Viserion threw his head back, clutching his head, letting out a painful and desperate shriek.

Snap.

Viserion shattered into nothingness, like a bubble.

The massive giant Eye suddenly rose higher.

Then, the entire world lit up, endless flames condensing into countless massive pillars of fire.

Under the firelight, scales as black as the darkest night piled up into a majestic form, like a mountain rock. Two Dragon wings spread out, covering the entire sky.

Daenerys slowly raised her head inch by inch.

A pair of Eyes like molten lava were looking at her, meeting her gaze directly.

A Dragon, a black Dragon.

It opened its mouth, and flames shot out from it.

Daenerys woke up abruptly.

The sunlight outside the window was burning hot, but she was trembling all over, covered in cold sweat.

She lay in bed, stunned for a long time.

Afterward, King Joffrey walked in, and Viserion closed the door from the outside.

The young King sat by the bed, holding her hand and asking with concern, as if they were good friends, confidantes, or even intimate lovers.

His Eyes were beautiful, like a calm green lake. Daenerys told him about her dream.

The King told her it was a Dragon Dream, that many in House Targaryen had dreamt it, and it was said to contain prophecies of the future.

A Dragon. Daenerys thought of the black Dragon Egg the King had given her.

Was this the black Dragon from her dream?

She began to look forward to the second Dragon Dream. Perhaps she would see the black Dragon again, and this time she wouldn't be afraid. The black Dragon was a harbinger of the future, a guardian hatched from a Dragon Egg.

The second Dragon Dream occurred the day after the blood sacrifice.

But this time there was no black Dragon, only three Dragon Eggs as tall as a person, the same color and pattern as the three she held while sleeping.

She stood among them, mesmerized, stroking each scale, so enchanting, as if possessing magic.

No, they did possess magic.

Dragon Eggs incubated magical Dragons, the invincible magical Dragons that once soared through the sky, breathed fire, and won Westeros for the Targaryens.

Joffrey's smile flashed through her mind, and Daenerys's reverie immediately ceased.

The Iron Throne already belonged to the Baratheons.

She hugged the black Dragon Egg, pressing her face against it. The scorching heat and strong heartbeat came together, full of life, as if it could hatch at any moment.

Daenerys thought about her future in confusion.

Viserion hadn't been a good king before, and now it was even more impossible for him to be king.

What about herself?

Listening to the heartbeat within the Dragon Egg, Daenerys lowered her head. The ground was a deep crimson, similar in color to the Red Keep.

Actually, life in the Red Keep wasn't bad. There was no hitting or scolding from her brother, no longer any fear of assassination, people to wait on her, no worries about food or clothing, and plenty of playmates and games. Except for that Sansa Stark.

Daenerys knew what Sansa was thinking. It was nothing more than fear that she would steal her fiancé.

Despite this, compared to all the experiences in Essos, Sansa's little actions still seemed so gentle and polite, almost like playing, adding a bit of fun to the mundane daily life.

Should she just live like this? Abandon the so-called ambition of restoring her kingdom?

Daenerys hesitated slightly.

Viserion had repeated to her countless times that the Iron Throne was the glory and birthright of the Targaryen family, and that True Dragons were the kings of Westeros.

The crimson on the ground began to flow, gradually leaping up, finally transforming into a sea of Fire.

She vaguely heard a roar from within the Dragon Egg.

Dragon Dreams are a kind of prophecy. Let this dream make the decision for me, she thought.

All three Dragon Eggs let out the roars of True Dragons, one after another, growing louder and louder, gradually forming a rhythm, like an ancient and mysterious song.

So she stood in the middle of the Dragon Eggs, waiting for the judgment.

However, King Joffrey appeared abruptly, and the entire dream froze with him. The dancing flames also stopped moving, becoming still objects in a painting.

King Joffrey looked around, then took her hand and walked towards the pearly white Dragon Egg.

"Prophecy? I don't believe in such things."

The King smiled softly, "When the Dragon Egg hatches, you will be the master of this white Dragon. What I say will definitely be accurate."

Daenerys sighed silently in her heart.

Is this still a Dragon Dream's prophecy? What should I do?

Later, Daenerys had several more Dragon Dreams, but each time King Joffrey's figure was present. The dream almost became a secret rendezvous point for the two of them.

Until this dream now.

She appeared in boundless ice and snow. In the dark night sky, the stars wept blood.

Roar~

Giant beasts were roaring. A fierce wind, carrying ice and snow, swept in, and Daenerys could barely open her Eyes.

Roar~ Roar~

Similar roars came from behind her. The air seemed to warm up slightly, not enough to freeze a person stiff.

The giant beasts soared into the sky, fighting each other above.

One side breathed frost, the other spewed out flames. Ice Dragons and Fire Dragons.

Under the occasional flashes of Fire, Daenerys looked ahead. The endless dead filled the entire land.

Deeper within was a pale moon. From the cracked fissures, countless Ice Dragons flew out.

There were only three Fire Dragons in the sky.

"Dragon... don't..." Daenerys didn't know what this signified, but it definitely wasn't good.

Step~ Step~

Footsteps came from the snow behind her. A familiar male voice said, "Don't be afraid, it's just a prophecy. The future is in the hands of humanity itself."

The man threw out an unremarkable metal ball.

An unprecedented explosion overturned everything.

On the bed, Daenerys opened her Eyes.

The handsome young man smiled very gently, his burning gaze making her blush.

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