Game of Thrones What if the Storm Ends

When I was a young man, I heard a story about a baby born during the worst storm in living memory. She had no wealth, no lands, no army, only a name. And then, a few years later, the most well-informed person I knew told me that this girl without wealth, lands, or armies had somehow acquired all three in a very short span of time, along with three dragons. He thought she was our best, last chance to build a better world. You have a gentle heart. You would not only be respected and feared, you would be loved. My queen, are you afraid? Good. You're in the great game now. And the great game is terrifying. There is only one war that matters. The great war. And it is here. No. Don't worry about your death. Worry about your life. Take charge of your life. I want us to be a knight. To pick up a sword like father will go after battle. There is only one god. And his name is death. And there is only one thing we say to death. Not today. There is no justice in the world. Not unless we make it. I'm your brother. I have to protect you. We will take back what was stolen from me. And destroy those who wronged me. We will lay waste to armies and burn cities to the ground. Turn us away. And we will burn you first. Goddess. To the dragon queen. It is over. My reign. Death is the enemy. The first enemy. And the last. We're here to say goodbye to our brothers and sisters. Who set aside their differences. To fight together. And die together. Everything you did brought you where you are now. Where you belong. When the snows fall and the white winds blow. The lone wolf dies. But the pack survives.