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You eye the glass and its contents hesitantly. Daenerys catches this and frowns, reeling the cup back. "If I wanted you dead, poison would be the last method I'd use. I'd rather have Robb or Jon slice your head off or Margaery shoot an arrow through your eye." She brings the wine glass to your lips again. "Now, drink," she reaffirms. You sigh dejectedly and close your eyes. Taking the glass into your hands, you swallow the sweet concoction. Wincing as you feel the wine go down your throat. You let not a single drop go to waste not wanting to invoke Daenerys wrath. You open your eyes again and cough a little. Almost immediately, you begin to feel the effects of the mixture. Your vision begins to blur and you feel yourself grow weary.

You keep your gaze fixated on Daenerys. Unsure if you were dying, you wanted your last sight to be of her and her sweet, silky face. Daenerys brushes your cheeks with her fingers and runs them through your hair, attempting to bring some comfort to you as you fall victim to the potions effects. She leans down and plants a kiss on your lips. Her lips are soft, warm, and gentle. This is the last thing you feel before you finally give out and fall ****.