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"Remember, your grace. The city will turn against Cersei, they will surrender if they know they are defeated. When you hear the bells ring, stand down." Tyrion says, Daenerys meets my eyes. The memory of Missandei and Edlin fill my mind as the words leave his mouth, their heads tumbling across the dirt. The memory of my father's head falling from his neck as the people of King's Landing cheered. My brother's throat cut by Lannisters as my mother was forced to watch, only to have her own slit after.

"Take your throne, Daenerys." I tell her, she nods to me before walking to Drogon.