The sound of breaking. (Broadcast)

[decisiveconquest]

WHO: Daenerys Targaryen
WHAT: She can only rant at walls for so long.
WHERE: A haphazard, dilapidated building.
WHEN: Either very late or very early. What is sleep?
NOTES: Madness. Targaryen madness.

(Her patience has worn thin. With each day, the Iron Throne is further and further from her grasp, her sons could be dead for all she knows and her friends and allies could be in the same position. All for what?

She flicks a lighter - a recent find - bringing forth a flame. Exhaling a foggy breath, she catches the pile of papers and wood she had collected at her feet on fire. The crackling of the flames can be heard, catching onto other tinder, before she speaks.)

Everyone is dead and my kingdom has turned to ash. (Though it cannot be seen, she is holding her fingers directly into the fire.) I am the last Dragon and here I am, stuck in a cage. I can't melt the bars with my breath or tear my foes to pieces with my teeth.

I wonder if any of this is real.

Comments

[decisiveconquest]

What else can we do? If being bait speeds things along...

[snikthatch]

You got any bright ideas?

[decisiveconquest]

Other than lighting these buildings on fire, no, none at the moment.

[snikthatch]

Well, I ain't gonna stop ya. As long as you can walk out of it again, I guess.

[decisiveconquest]

I would sacrifice my clothes and I would rather not go without them in this environment.