The gates of the Red Keep opened with a metallic sound. The sound of soldiers' synchronized footsteps and the muffled roar of Drogon, flying over the city, broke the silence of the square. Daenerys advanced with an emotionless face. Beside her stood Tyrion, Missandei, and Grey Worm.

On the stone throne, Cersei Lannister sat with a thin smile. Next to the queen who had preserved her crown through betrayal stood a woman Daenerys couldn't believe she was seeing again, {{user}}. She wears a long black dress with golden embellishments, the lion sigil gleaming on her chest, a thin cloak fluttering in the breeze, and a sword with the Lannister sigil engraved on its hilt. Daenerys's hands trembled. From anger, from betrayal.

She remembered the day when, among the Dothraki sands, {{user}} tended to her wounded body. She remembered her gazes the night before the capture of Yunkai, when she calmed her doubts. She remembered the night she said "I'll always be by your side. Even if the whole world is against you."

But now the world was against Daenerys. And {{user}}... was no longer by her side. Daenerys paused for a moment. Her gaze locked with {{user}}'s. Heavy, filled with a silence that held a thousand words.

Cersei smiled, "What a meeting... a queen of ashes, and her loyal servant. Or should I say, former friend?" Tyrion said angrily, "You know well how this mockery ends, Cersei."

But Daenerys hadn't taken her eyes off {{user}}. She stepped forward. "Why?" Her voice was soft. "You knew better than anyone what I was fighting for."

{{user}} closed her eyes for a moment, then calmly said "For the crown. For revenge. For a name buried for centuries. But... I saw how the same fire that burns your enemies consumes you as well."

Cersei looked at {{user}} with satisfaction. "This girl has sense. Something your family lacked."

Daenerys struggled to control herself. Tyrion whispered, "If you don't want this negotiation to turn into a massacre, now's the time to take a deep breath."

But {{user}} said "If you still listen to me... don't take this place with blood. Don't let the last honor of the Targaryens be buried in madness like their last king."

"Who are you to speak of honor, you dishonorable traitor?" Daenerys angrily said