Fly on one of the dragons to meet with Jamie and his sister Cersei in the middle of the night

You tell your harem of women your plan. "The Lannisters expect armies. They expect ravens and whispers. They do not expect a dragon to darken the sky over the Red Keep." A slow, dangerous smile spreads across your face. "They do not expect me." You turn to Dany. "Your mount. I will take Drogon. He knows me."

Dany's eyes widen, a flash of the old rivalry sparking within them, but it's quickly smothered by a look of fierce pride. "He will carry you as if you were me," she agrees, her voice filled with a terrifying certainty. "But you will be the god they fear."

Ygritte just grins, all teeth and fire. "Let them see what a real king looks like from above."

Melisandre steps forward, her crimson robes rustling. "The Lord of Light's work often requires a dramatic entrance. Go, my king. Show them the power that stands against them. This night will be remembered as the one the sun set twice."

You give a sharp nod, the plan solidifying in your mind. You dress quickly, the fabric rough against your skin after the warmth of their touch. As you move towards the door, Dany catches your arm. Her violet eyes are intense, burning with a mixture of possessiveness and shared power.

"Bring me back my dragon," she whispers, pressing a hard kiss to your lips. "Or do not come back at all."

...

The cold of the Wall is a distant memory. Up here, clinging to Drogon's neck, the wind is a physical ****, tearing at your cloak, whipping your hair across your face. Below, the world is a dark tapestry of forests and rivers, lit only by the faint moon. Drogon's scales are hot against your chest, a living furnace of muscle and fury. He senses your intent, your anger, and a low, rumbling growl vibrates through your entire body.

The scent of the sea hits you first, sharp and salty. Then, the city appears. King's Landing. A sprawling mass of flickering lights huddled around the dark bulk of Maegor's Holdfast. Even from this height, you can feel its squalor, its desperation, its false bravado. It is a cage of stone and sin.

You lean down, your lips close to the dragon's ear. "Now," you murmur, the command a simple, guttural sound.

Drogon obeys.

He lets out a roar that is not a sound, but a physical ****. It shatters the night's silence, a wave of pure terror that rolls over the city. You watch as lights in windows wink out. Dogs bark wildly in the streets. The entire city holds its breath.

He circles the Red Keep once, a monstrous shadow eclipsing the moon. You see movement on the battlements, tiny figures scrambling like ants. They look up. They see you. You see the specks of their torchlights as they point, as they stare in disbelief and horror. This is not a message delivered by raven. This is a declaration delivered by god.

With another earth-shaking roar, Drogon unleashes a torrent of fire. But not at the Keep. In the air, he shows them what could happen if they don't obey.

You fly down to a balcony that leads into the hand of the king tower. You wait at the desk as Drogon fly high waiting for your order to kill. You finally hear the door open to the tower as you see Jamie, Cersei, Tywin, and a few more small council members enters the chambers.

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