GOT: The Golden Lion

"I-uh…I'm not!" Daenerys groaned, pulling on the reins. "He's not listening!"

"What?" Joffrey embraced her waist tightly from behind when he heard that. "Why? Where's it taking us?"

"I don't know." Daenerys frantically tried to control the dragon while using Joffrey's tight arms around her waist as a support to keep balance. She had already noticed that Drogon was taking her back towards Meereen, as she had crossed that stretch before.

In her heart, she felt elated. If she could bring Joffrey to Meereen, she'd be able to convince him better using other means. Or in case she needed to finish him, she'd have the chance too.

"No!" She yelped, all her hopes from a moment ago fell to ruins.

She realized the dragon changed directions and instead of going straight toward Slaver's Bay, it now went a little southward, towards the Land of the Long Summer.

Woosh!

Woosh!

Her shouts fell on deaf ears. The flapping of the majestic wings drowned all her and Joffrey's words. With a mind of its own, the dragon flew uncaringly. But it didn't seem it was fully uncaring as it didn't put the two in danger, and flew in a straight line, keeping the jolts to a minimum.

Joffrey silently looked around himself to figure out where he was. He looked behind, and barely saw the shore of Volantis. So, he remembered the map of Essos in his mind and frowned at a certain possibility.

No, no, no! I'll die a worse death there than from that Tyrell whore's poison.

"Daenerys, is it taking us to Valyria?"

Daenerys' body shook as if she was scared too. She tried to look behind with the tilt of her head. "T-This direction… does lead there."

"Seven hells!" Joffrey cursed.

Should I jump? It's water down there… No, too far.

The landscape changed before their eyes and soon the peaks of Valyria appeared in the distance ahead. It was a truly ominous, ruined land as the poisonous mist covered everything, leaving only a few mountain peaks visible. The Smoking Sea was similarly frightening, filled with volcanoes and smoking stacks of rocks. There was no doubt anymore, the water was truly boiling as smoke coated it all.

"Are those… the fires of the Fourteen Flames?" Joffrey noticed a massive amber glow in a part of the mist over the Smoking Sea.

Daenerys also looked and froze for a short moment. This was her ancestral land, but this was also her first visit. "M-Maybe…"

Woosh!

Just then, the dragon plunged down in a sudden dive, straight towards the center of Valyria. Daenerys grabbed onto whatever was in front of her, and Joffrey grabbed onto Daenerys. The two held their breaths as the air bashing their faces suffocated them.

It was clear that the dragon had a purpose as it dove straight towards one of the mountain peaks that wasn't a ruined volcano. The mountain seemed to have survived the eruption around it to some degree, a large castle was also visible on one of its cliff sides near the top. Mostly in ruins, but a few of its towers seemed untouched.

Grrrr!

The dragon slowed down and spread its wings wide to stop the rapid descent. It slowly hovered down, the landscape now much clearer around them. They were right on the mountain, not a single thing in sight anywhere. Just dark, black rocks, ash, and dirt.

Thud!

Drogon landed on the ancient castle's only remaining topless tower. The architecture was new, something that Joffrey had only read about in books. The entire building was made from some sort of black, or gray stone, and its height was significant.

Built on the side of a mountain, it overlooked the entire distant sea of smoke below, flowing rivers of lava in the distance—Old Valyria, the ancient city used to be there, evident by the rare rubble of monuments and buildings that were left.

"Grwaaaa!" Drogon wriggled suddenly and tried to throw Joffrey and Daenerys off its back. "Grrr~"

It succeeded easily, as Daenerys lost her grip, and due to Joffrey's added weight around her waist, the two fell sideways, rolling down from its back. Joffrey still kept her tightly against his chest and saved her from the rough fall onto the dark, dusty, ash-covered roof of the tower.

Then right before their eyes, the dragon flapped its wings and took off, leaving the two stranded at the top of the tower in the most cursed and secluded place in the world. Nobody could even reach Valyria, let alone where they were—right in the heart of where the ancient city used to be.

"Fuck!" Joffrey pushed Daenerys off his chest and jumped up to grab Drogon's dangling claws. But as he jumped, he realized he was just an inch away from falling straight down from the tower, and since it was already on the cliffside of a mountain, the drop was higher than the Wall in the North. "No, no, no… We'll die here!"

He stood there in despair and watched as the dragon's figure vanished into the sky beyond the clouds.

This is it? This is how I fucking die? Stranded with this…

He looked back at Daenerys, furious at what had happened. He was still the old Joffrey, with all that cruel insanity masterfully masked behind his lust for a greater purpose. But at that moment, it became harder to control himself.

"You!" He stormed towards Daenerys as she rose, his hands gripping her shoulders hard. He shook her. "Did you scheme this? Did you plan to have me killed right here?"

"N-No… I didn't plan this… I didn't…"

Joffrey exhaled an audible, deep breath, and released her. He noticed the despair in her voice too, and knew she was in the same mess as him. Instead, he looked towards the distance to see if they could escape Valyria in any way possible.

Entering that city is suicide. He quickly ended that possibility. The city was a mess of ancient ruins with god knows what inside. Furthermore, he had heard that Stone Men lived around there, and he had no desire to meet them. Crossing the Smoking Sea is impossible, even with an impressive ship.

Seeing no other option, he looked at the open tower of the castle he was on. It was an extension of the greater structure of the castle, and he was on the highest tower. It was all made of dark stone. Since he didn't see any entryway attached to it, he began looking for a hatch door on the floor.

Due to the historic ash accumulation, the entire floor was covered. So, he began dragging his boots around to feel the real flooring. There had to be an opening that allowed entry into the castle below.

"What are you doing?" Daenerys finally composed herself and looked at Joffrey dragging his foot around.

"Seeking a way into the castle," Joffrey replied, a hint of impatience edging his words, courtesy barely clinging to his tone. "I don't expect much in there, but if that dragon of yours doesn't return, I'd rather die with a roof over my head than in the dirt."

Quickly, Daenerys copied what Joffrey was doing and dragged one foot of her tightly wrapped boots across the floor. She maintained distance, however, as if her insecurity and fear were in clear display. Her eyes often darted towards the sword dangling on Joffrey's waist. It was clear to her that if this man decided to kill her there, she'd be dead without much fight.

She's… not bad. Joffrey, meanwhile, noticed her feminine frame instead. She wasn't very tall, her face reached his chest at best. Her tightly draped robes declared the seductive curve of her waist rather boastfully, and her bosom seemed quite large for a woman of her height and slender frame. Even her ass appeared rounder than he expected.

Why's she clenching her palms? He noticed a frown on her face as she dragged her foot around. Not once did she loosen her tightened fist. Wait, is she…

"My queen." Joffrey approached her, closing the gap between them abruptly. He ignored Daenerys' scared jolt and grabbed both her hands by the wrists, tightly clenching them until she opened her palms. "As I guessed."

There were long wounds on the middle of her palms, on both of them. They were from gripping the dragon's reins with all her strength and trying to pull them to take back control. She gave it her all, clearly.

Let's proceed expecting the worst-case scenario. Joffrey decided and took a warmer, prince-like, regal approach. Although the worst case was dying, he saw surviving that ordeal alongside Daenerys as a worst case too. It was better to treat her nicely just in case.

"Must be painful." Joffrey softly murmured, flashing a hint of worry in his blue eyes. But that wasn't enough, so he unbuttoned his surcoat, and then tore two long strips of cloth from his cotton tunic. "Keep the wound clean."

He tied the cloth strips on each of her palms and then returned to dragging his feet across to find the hatch. He could feel Daenerys' gaze locked on his back the whole time.

Let that seed grow, my naive Mother of Dragons. Joffrey cheered inside. Here, for thousands of miles in all directions, I'm the most handsome, kindest, and most honorable man alive for you.

Soon after, the sound of Daenerys dragging her feet resumed.

Joffrey looked at the sky and hoped the damn dragon would return to take them.

I hate these damn lizards.

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