After losing her child, Daenerys had spent more and more time with her original children. Drogon had been surprisingly comforting and close while the Freys had been rounded up. It wasn't so bad, losing her child when her other three children were so devoted and loving of their mother. The rides on Drogon's back had been particularly distracting.
But then the time finally came and the Freys were rounded up and brought to face her justice. Daenerys rode in on Drogon's back and then dismounted, taking her seat in the throne of the arena. Drogon mounted his perch and snarled down at the arena, licking his teeth as he looked down at the Freys, who trembled at the sight of her large and hungry dragons.
"You have been summoned here for a single purpose," Daenerys called out, making sure her voice rang throughout the arena for the spectators and victims alike. "The Frey clan has been found guilty of treason, and for crimes against the Old Gods. As Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, of the Andals and the First Men; I, Daenerys Stormborn, of House Targaryen, am charged with upholding the justice of the realm and of maintaining the laws set forth by the Gods."
She paused for a moment, letting her words ring throughout the arena.
"Therefore it is my solemn duty to sentence the entirety of House Frey to death. The Gods demand blood for blood - thus the blood they have shed must be appeased with blood of their clan. I will not see the injustice and brutality they have wrought with the slaughter of House Stark and the bannermen of the Northern Army done ever again. This era has no place for such deceit and such brutality!"
Drogon could wait no more, it seemed. He lit from his perch and swooped down into the arena. He approached the trembling Freys and snapped his jaws. Viserion and Rhaegal were soon to follow. But they did not attack, not yet. Daenerys glanced out among the crowd before looking down below. There was satisfaction in seeing the Freys cry out for mercy.
They would find none here.
"Let it be known, such is the punishment for murder in this realm. For House Stark, and in the name of House Targaryen...dracarys."
With the last word, the dragons tore into the defenseless Freys, devouring them, roasting them, tearing them apart. Daenerys took her seat and watched.
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But then the time finally came and the Freys were rounded up and brought to face her justice. Daenerys rode in on Drogon's back and then dismounted, taking her seat in the throne of the arena. Drogon mounted his perch and snarled down at the arena, licking his teeth as he looked down at the Freys, who trembled at the sight of her large and hungry dragons.
"You have been summoned here for a single purpose," Daenerys called out, making sure her voice rang throughout the arena for the spectators and victims alike. "The Frey clan has been found guilty of treason, and for crimes against the Old Gods. As Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, of the Andals and the First Men; I, Daenerys Stormborn, of House Targaryen, am charged with upholding the justice of the realm and of maintaining the laws set forth by the Gods."
She paused for a moment, letting her words ring throughout the arena.
"Therefore it is my solemn duty to sentence the entirety of House Frey to death. The Gods demand blood for blood - thus the blood they have shed must be appeased with blood of their clan. I will not see the injustice and brutality they have wrought with the slaughter of House Stark and the bannermen of the Northern Army done ever again. This era has no place for such deceit and such brutality!"
Drogon could wait no more, it seemed. He lit from his perch and swooped down into the arena. He approached the trembling Freys and snapped his jaws. Viserion and Rhaegal were soon to follow. But they did not attack, not yet. Daenerys glanced out among the crowd before looking down below. There was satisfaction in seeing the Freys cry out for mercy.
They would find none here.
"Let it be known, such is the punishment for murder in this realm. For House Stark, and in the name of House Targaryen...dracarys."
With the last word, the dragons tore into the defenseless Freys, devouring them, roasting them, tearing them apart. Daenerys took her seat and watched.