Daenerys often dreamt of the fire, of the dragon, of the knight—this night, however, it was the girl with no face trudging through the bloody ash of an unfamiliar room.
Dany reached out to touch the girl, but as she gripped her white silk, it tore, and the stench of hot blood burnt her nostrils and scorched her skin.
The girl vanished into the shadows, plunging Dany into sudden darkness.
As she awoke, a sense of absence weighed heavily on her, as if someone—something was missing.
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•I HATE hbo for not giving me ANY OF DANYS DREAMS.
•little prologue woo!!
•I apologise for any mistakes I'm not the best of writers and this is purely for fun
