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

[ragnarsson]

I'm prepared to work with anyone so long as they allow me to keep on surviving.

[decisiveconquest]

That is the point. Survival. We can sort out our differences after we have either discovered peace or an exit.

[ragnarsson]

Then I will listen to reason as long as you are willing to do the same.

[But with Ivar's volatile temperament, who can even say how long that will be?]

[decisiveconquest]

I make a point of listening to reason as often as I am able.

(Which has been less often lately. Oops.)

[ragnarsson]

Good. I don't think most of the people here are used to following rulers, but it might be time to organize ourselves a little bit better.

[decisiveconquest]

Then I encourage them to speak their minds. We can find a way to unite; our desires can't be so very different.