Title: The Dragon Queen's Captives
(A Game of Thrones Alternate Universe Scene)
"Do you know who I am?" Daenerys asked, her voice sharp but her eyes softer than the chaos unleashed on the city. She sat upon the Iron Throne, her hands metaphorically and intrinsically bloody. Jon Snow and the stoic Grey Worm flanked her, fierce protectors and subservient subjects.
Facing her were two vessels of Lannister legacy, Myrcella and Tommen, dragged harshly from their hiding by Northern and Dothraki forces thirsting for vengeance.
The smaller one, Tommen, shook his head. He was but a puppet, thought to be Robert's son. Myrcella, the older sister, nodded, a faint trace of steeled defiance in her eyes. She was aware of the abominable circumstances of her birth, yet borne it with grace.
"I am Daenerys Stormborn of the House Targaryen, the First of Her Name, Queen of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men, Protector of the Realm, Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, the Unburnt, Breaker of Chains, and Mother of Dragons." The title tasted sweetly sacred in her mouth, like a forbidden fruit finally bitten into.
Their faces paled; a realization or a terror, it mattered not which. Her dragons roared in the distance, a chilling chorus to this indomitable act of destiny. A kingdom won, a lineage toppled, and two innocent lives poised precariously on the precipice of unknown fates.
Tommen seemed almost about to cry while Myrcella stared at Daenerys, never looking away, bearing her state with the grace of a true highborn/princess yet a trace of fear in her striking green eyes.
The room seemed to shrink around them; a dragon's lair. The air filled with the acrid smell of burned flesh and debris. A devoured city mourned in the distance, a poignant backdrop to their potential doom.
"But what to do with you two?" Daenerys traced her fingers along the armrest of the throne. The wrath-red eyes of the throne's dragons mirrored her thoughts, seemingly daring them to defy her.
"We