Khaleesi had closed her eyes to forget. As if darkness was going to envelop the deafening sound of the others. As if it was going to carry her far away, in another country, on another continent. She endeavoured herself to take just enough air to breathe without danger, and walked slowly on what seemed to her to be dry land. She endeavoured herself to think of what to do do next. Where would she go, when could she see again that beautiful world that was hers, populated by people all more beautiful than the others ? When could she see again those she held dear in her heart ?
To this last question, the Khaleesi had the answer ; when the sun would rise in the west and set in the east, when the seas would go dry and mountains would blow in the wind like leaves.
The noise went off gently until it was no more than an echo in the wind. Daenerys then opened her eyelids to gaze upon the scarlet picture that appeared before her. The whiteness of her skin was shining in the light of the dying flames, and her long silver hair was covered with a greyish carpet. Ashes were raining, flying in the village and what was remaining of it. A faint smile stretched the thin and magnificent lips of the Khaleesi, as she kept moving forward, coldly ignoring the charred remains of the inhabitants.
« Sorry... » she heard in the distance. « Sorry for everything, Khaleesi... » Then, a new, dreadful noise resounded behind her. Her lips showed no sign of satisfaction anymore, but she continued to move amay from the big blaze with divine elegance and calm.
The Khaleesi picked up a cloth on the ground, which seemed to have waited for her there. She covered her bared body before turning over for the last time. Drogon was feasting on the burned flesh of the unlucky survivor who had begged for her pardon too late. Its mother whislted it, and it presented itself obediently. « Let's get out of here. » she whispered to the black dragon. « No one will try to enslave us anymore from now on. »
Khaleesi climbed on her companion's back and flew over the smoke, leaving behind, as she promised it, the ashes of the village to which she had offered to excuse itself.