As your wish comes true, you expected to become Emilia Clarke. And in a way, you are her. But you find yourself inside of some fire, the notebook burns away, trapping you in this reality. You walk out of the fire, your skin boiling, as you feel the cold wind on your body, you realize you are ok, and you are carrying 3 baby dragons. “The mother of dragons” you hear someone call you. You smile.
You are the rightful queen to the trone, but you have an advantage over your tv and book counterpart, you know how the story goes. No doubt you will become a loved queen. First, you need to free all slaves, second feed your dragons and wait for them to grow up, go burn the night king and his henchmen, go claim your throne. And why not? Get in bed with your half brother Jon Snow.
- THE END
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