>Those purple eyes grew huge then, and the royal mouth drooped open in shock. He lost control of his bowels, turned, and ran for the Iron Throne. Beneath the empty eyes of the skulls on the walls, Jaime hauled the last dragonking bodily off the steps, squealing like a pig and smelling like a privy. A single slash across his throat was all it took to end it. So easy, he remembered thinking. A king should die harder than this.

Targsisters….it can’t end like this…the dynasty of the dragon…the bloodline of Aegon the conwueror , jaehaerys the old king, of viserys the peaceful, of Daemon the rogue prince and Rhaenyra the realms delight…the last of the blood of old Valyria…ended like this????…in shit and fear????…it can’t be…please no….