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Her husband's hand had been amongst the dead. She hadn't been sad to see the man gone. He wanted it to be solely Aegon ruling. But his death had somehow been her fault according to Aegon, his whore of a cousin and the council members that were his. And he was the one that had been raised by her enemy's mother and had an advisor with greyscale. They had been lucky he hadn't spread the disease. Her husband hadn't liked it when she pointed out those facts to him, with anger and grief consuming his face at the time. She hadn't seen him after that until he came to her chambers to make an heir. And after fucking his Dornish whore of a cousin. Daenerys had realised bitterly. The Princess of Dorne had her own eyes on the throne and had sunk her fangs into Aegon. Daenerys might not have cared about the woman if she wasn't threatening her rule. When the Witch is proved wrong and I gain my heir she won't be able to do anything. Daenerys thought confidently as she watched her husband enter the room in a regal manner. Daenerys held back her scowl as he approached, instead giving a smile and a bitter kiss. She did not get up, forcing him to stand beside the throne today whilst the courtiers entered. You don't belong on it.

A trip to the crypts GoT fanfic

Book&Literature · Thanatos18

The people of King's Landing had rioted when she displayed Ser Barristan's head on a spike with his bloodied white cloak wrapped around the spike. The crowd of common folk had erupted into violence, shouting in fury and demanding justice for Ser Barristan. Some had been daring enough to call for Daenerys' and Aegon's head. It had taken the presence of Drogon to shut them up before the Unsullied and Dothraki could bring order to the city. The people had not balked in front of her forces, the greatest army the world had known. I have subjects that cry against a traitor's death. Not even the common folk of this land or loyal. Daenerys thought darkly as she sat on her throne. Ser Barristan had proven himself to be another usurper; taking the Lady Ashara Dayne out of their hands and killing One Hundred and Fifty of her men with little effort in the process.

A trip to the crypts GoT fanfic

Book&Literature · Thanatos18

"That's the danger of it. Dark magic needs no finesse, just emotions and practice. It was designed for war, to end it. Ironically, it twists those who use it into people who create more war. An endless cycle." The hat supplemented

Harry Evans: Memoirs of a well-lived Death (SI)

Book&Literature · Bor902

Harry sighed in relief as the dark magic signature of the book grew darker and darker. He concentrated his hatred, which was very easy when the target was Voldemort. He drew on his belief that some people were beyond redemption. Moved his wand in the requisite pattern, his pale fingers tracing the form of death into the air. His hatred became a spear of justice. He meant it. He really, really meant it. "Avada Kedavra."

Harry Evans: Memoirs of a well-lived Death (SI)

Book&Literature · Bor902

When we reached the front, I found myself looking up at the server's familiar face - black hair and sea-green eyes that always seemed to be laughing at some private joke. His name tag read "Percy Jackson," but everyone just called him Mr. J.

Harry Potter: I Cast

Book&Literature · Joanjudo

"At the very least, the Weasleys were attacked," Harry replied.

Harry Potter: Another Chance

Book&Literature · Krio_Genix

AN: I think this was a very interesting chapter with a very different tone than the rest of the story. True story about the weed btw, just made up the prostitute bit, we did eventually get a taxi. If you want to read up to 25 chapters ahead there's always patreon ;)

Harry Evans: Memoirs of a well-lived Death (SI)

Book&Literature · Bor902