A Duet of Ice and Fire (Daenerys + Sansa TG)

 

It had been only a couple months since the final season of Game of Thrones had finally finished... but instead of the amazing climactic ending many had been expecting, the season was easily the series worst as it only having 6 episodes instead of the usual 10, with the writers saying that this would be made up for with each episode being more or less an hour and half when the news had been announced the year before. However, many agreed that the pacing and quality of writing had declined as quickly as Bran had fallen out of the tower, with many characters seeming to be exaggerated versions of themselves like Tyrion and Cersei, and some having next to no personality or character like Varys, who was usually scheming was instead reduced to being dumb enough to get caught sending messages out about Jon Snow's heritage... and speaking of Jon Snow, he was likely one of characters who had been impacted the most from the poor writing, with lines like "You are my Queen" or "I don't want it" immediately becoming a meme as it was more or less the only things he had to say or do at the end of his story arc.

But if there was one character who was the highlight of just how poorly this series was done, it had to be Daenerys Targaryen. Despite having shown to be a firm but well-meaning ruler throughout her story, from the very second she stepped into Winterfell she was suddenly viewed in a more suspicious light by every other character despite deciding to assist the North in defeating the Night King. The second that fight was over and she began to march south to King's Landing to defeat Cersei, Varys and Tyrion were suddenly beginning to question her morality once the secret of Jon's heritage was finally revealed and that she didn't immediately give the throne to him, even though as he was now starting to say that he didn't want to be king in every scene he was in from now on.

What was even stranger was that despite not showing any signs of genuine cruelty (although the writers of the show used the fact that she didn't cry when her abusive brother got killed as an excuse), she was now being seen as potentially insane just because it was more or less a genetic thing in her family... and when her closest friend and advisor died another one of her dragons, her furious reaction and resulting mini depression was just another sign of her insanity... and then to finally top it all off, she then more or less just switched into "crazy evil" mode because of some bells.

And like many fans at this point, Matthew and Nathan had already become disinterested in the show when the White Walkers, a threat that had been built up since the very first episode of the series, were defeated in a just one episode in a ridiculously anti-climatic way. Not caring about being spoiled by the leaks anymore, the two of them immediately came across spoilers regarding the episode in which Daenerys finally turned evil, and neither of them could believe that a character like her would just become a mass murderer for literally no reason... but when the next episode was finally aired, they could only watch in disbelief as Daenerys "I don't want to be queen of the ashes" Targaryen burnt the innocent citizens of King's Landing and allowed her army to butcher the surrendered Lannister army. By the time the series had finished, the two young men were completely numb to the events of the story; even Daenerys' death was just saddening more so because it was just rushed than being tragic.

Like many once avid fans of the show, the two of them decided that they would never watch Game of Thrones again, especially Season 8, now that they knew that everything all the major characters did was all for nothing... but that changed when a couple months after the show had finished, the writers had announced that they would be at the panel in Comic-Con this year. Whilst the two of them lived too far away to even go to the event, they decided to watch the final series one last time to just confirm how horrible it actually was. The two of them had rewatched the first episode and were currently going through the second, and already they were having trouble.

"God, do we *really* have to watch the rest of this...?" Nathan groaned as he ran his hands through his head, his eyes unable to pull themselves away from the screen as Daenerys was shown to be entering a room where Sansa Stark was discussing with one of her allies about keeping the gates open for a little bit longer to allow commoners escaping the incoming White Walkers a place to stay.

"Oh yeah, this bit..." Matthew sighed as the two women talked about Jaime Lannister, another character who would soon go through the same sudden switch in personality as Daenerys, before quickly moving on to talking about their advisors. "I always hated how frosty Sansa is towards Daenerys... I understand that she doesn't know her well yet, but to think that she keeps acting like this to after Daenerys loses essentially all of the Dothraki army and a huge chunk of Unsullied... she's just so ungrateful."

Once the scene ended with Daenerys pulling her hand away from Sansa's when she had been asked about the state of the North after she took the throne, Matthew immediately said "You know what?" before picking up the controller that rested in between him and his friend and  firmly pressing the back button on it. "I really can't watch this anymore. It's just so irritating knowing what's gonna happen!"

Nathan simply nodded in agreement. "Yeah, and it's not even in a way where it's like, the character's fault like the Red Wedding... it's just how stupidly written the whole series is." Sensing that his time at his friend's apartment had now more or less drawn to a close, he pushed himself off of the sofa and began to head out of the living room. At the same time, Matthew was standing there with a frown on his face as his thumb pressed the back button over and over. 

"Argh, you stupid thing!" he hissed, whacking the remote with his free hand before futilely trying again. 

"Are you okay?" Nathan asked as he turned around. 

"The remote isn't working," Matthew said as his presses got even harder against the button. "It's like the TV won't pick it up or something."

"Maybe it needs new batteries?"

"I only switched them out a couple weeks ago; there's no way they would be drained already."

Nathan stuck a hand out. "Give it here then." Shrugging, Matthew handed him the remote  and watched as his friend tried and failed to exit out of the show. "See? I told you it doesn't want to work."

"Maybe it's the angle..." Nathan muttered as he moved a little bit to the right, then to the left, but no matter where he stood the screen was still stuck on a shot of Sansa and Daenerys' hands apart. 

"Give it here," Matthew said as he placed his hand on the remote and tried to pull it off of Nathan, but his friend immediately yanked it away from him. "Dude, what are you doing?"

"I can do it, I just need to get the right angle!"

"Are you serious? It's not working, so just give the controller to me-!"

As the two young men quickly reduced into bickering, both them were completely unaware of the fact that the remote was starting to slip down both of their hands, eventually meaning that both of their thumbs were hovering over the play button. Moments later and the they both coincidentally managed to press down on it at precisely the same time - and the pair were instantly engulfed in a blinding white light. The shock from this sudden event was enough to seemingly paralyse them in more than a physical manner; Matthew and Nathan were starting to find it harder to think with each passing second as the light seemed to piece into their very minds-

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The first things Matthew felt as he regained consciousness was a cold, hard and rough wooden floor, as well as his goosebump covered skin bristling as a biting, chilly breeze whistled through a window nearby... but wasn't his apartment floor carpented, and he could've sworn it was supposed to be the middle of summer right now? Opening his eyes, Matthew immediately sat up as he noticed that he was definitely not in his apartment - in fact he knew he wasn't even in the same world anymore, because the room he was in now as none other than the same one that he and his friend had been watching only minutes before on the television.

"What the hell...?" Matthew groaned as he pushed himself up the floor and stood upright - it was then that he found himself being hit by a blanket of warmth as his eyes were immediately drawn to the flickering fireplace a couple feet away, the constant cracks and snaps coming from it reminding him of all those ASMR type videos on youtube - if he had a cup of hot chocolate to drink and a comfy chair to sit back in, Matthew would have felt almost at home... as he continued to stand there, Matthew let out a satisified, dreamy sigh as his eyes felt utterly transfixed by the bright, warm orange and yellow colours that danced about they illuminated the dull grey and brown colours that mostly decorated the room.

However, he was soon snapped out of this odd, almost bewitching reverie by a low sound coming from his right. Immediately turning around, Matthew walked around the various tables and gasped as he saw his best friend laying on the ground, curled up onto his side and an arm resting on his stomach. 

"Nathan!" Matthew placed his hand on his friend's shoulder and shook him lightly. "Are you alright?"

"Ugh... w-what happened?" he groaned as he sat up and tightly rubbed his forehead with one hand. Matthew watched as his eyes blinked rapidly, then widened as he realised where he was. "Wait a sec, this is...!"

"Yeah, we're in Winterfell." Matthew said before offering his hand to Nathan and pulled him up off the floor. "I don't know how the hell we got here..."

Nathan slowly turned around on the spot as he took in his surroundings, shaking his head gently as he did."This has to be some sort of dream, right?" He then gasped and leapt back slightly. "Ow! Dude, what the hell?!"

Matthew shrugged. "Don't they say pinching is a way to tell if you're in a dream?"

"Oh yeah? Here's another - how many fingers am I holding up?"

"...Very funny, Nathan." Matthew then turned away from his friend and headed over towards the window, pushing the stained glass pane a little bit further out than it already was before sticking his head out. Flinching as he was immediately hit with the bitingly cold atmosphere outside, Matthew managed to focus and gasped as he realised that he was looking down onto the main courtyard of Winterfell; his heart skipping a beat as the fact that he was truly in Westeros sunk in... and yet, the more he stared, the more familiar everything began to feel, and not in the sense of having seen it countless times before on a screen: It was almost as if he'd always lived here...

"Dude, close that window! You're letting in a huge draught..."

The sound of Nathan's voice snapped Matthew out of his daydream, which he simply put down to being overwhelmed by the realisation of just where they were. Closing the window shut, Matthew turned around and found his eyes being drawn to the two chairs that were positioned at the corner of a table in the distance - and whilst there wasn't anything distinguishing them from any of the others that were in the room, there was something about this specific chair that seemed so familiar to him...

"Wait, those chairs are the ones Daenerys and Sansa were sitting in!" he exclaimed, walking over and standing directly in front of them to confirm what he saw. "This is so weird... where is everyone?"

"Maybe it's because we had it paused?" suggested Nathan as he approached the chairs.

"But Daenerys and Sansa were still in the shot..." Matthew mused. After a couple of seconds of just staring at the two chairs, he gasped before saying "I have an idea! This is like, assuming you're right that it was because it was paused... So basically, what if the only way to get out of this scene is to like, act it out?"

"Act it out?"

"I'm thinking that we have to "play" the scene in order for it unpause, and maybe it'll somehow push us back out into the real world?" Matthew sat down in the chair that Sansa was in. "I know how much you like Daenerys, so I'll let you be her."

Nathan frowned. "Are you serious? We sound like a pair of kids at playtime..." Despite this, he still walked over and sat down on the chair opposite Matthew, shuddering as a warm pulse shot up his spine when his rear came into contact with the seat, but he thought nothing of it. "So uh... what now?"

"What bit were we up to when we turned it off..." Matthew muttered. "Oh yeah! So Daenerys had just pulled her hand away, right?" Nathan nodded and place his hand on the table, resting it just beside him whilst Matthew did the same. "They'd been talking about what would happen to the North after you were - after Daenerys was crowned Queen of the Seven Kingdoms." The two both let out a single amused exhale at that slip up, but Nathan didn't comment on it as he said "But wasn't that the end of the scene? If we want to play it out, we should start from the beginning, right?"

Matthew nodded. "Good point. They were talking about Jaime Lannister at first, right?"

"Yeah, but that was before they sat down - they also talked about Tyrion too, I think?"

The two friends sat in silence as they wracked their brains in their hurried attempt to remember the scene they'd been watching barely ten minutes ago, with Matthew scratching his chin as Nathan let out a weary sigh and rested his hand on his head. After a minute or so, Nathan raised his head and said excitedly; "I remember! Daenerys was like, talking to Sansa about how they were both similar in how... in how they've both lead people who aren't inclined to accept a woman's rule, and how we've both done a damn good job of it." 

"Yeah, that's right..." Matthew said, cringing internally at the fact that the writers thought a medieval woman saying "damn good" was okay... but as he thought about it, the more he started not to really care that Daenerys had said such modern language, or the fact that she had said 'we' and not that 'they'. 

"Doesn't Sansa say it's her concern for Jon that's the reason for being so frosty?" Matthew asked. "Afterall, Men do stupid things for women and they're easily manipulated." Once he was finished speaking, both Matthew and Nathan simultaneously adjusted the way they were sitting in the chairs as their posture straightened and their shoulders pulled back slightly, soft pops and cracks just barely audible, although neither of them seemed to be aware of that or the fact that they had both said lines from the show with word for word precision.

"All my life, I've known one goal: The Iron Throne." Nathan continued in a more passionate and determined tone, his accent sounding more refined and British. "Taking it back from the people who destroyed my family and almost destroyed yours. My war was against them... until I met you."

Matthew blinked a couple times before frowning. "E-Excuse me?" He stammered in a similarly elegant and lighter manner - but that wasn't all that had changed, as between each of those flustered blinks, his usual blue coloured eyes had now shifted to a light, vibrant green hue. "That's not what you... what Daenerys says..." Matthew winced as a dull ache flared through his brain that was strong enough to blur his vision, and he raised a hand up to rub his forehead in an attempt to soothe it, unable to notice that it now looked much slender and daintier than before, the nails stretching out a couple centimeters to give off a remarkably feminine aura.

In response to this, Nathan smiled in a way that Matthew had never seen before - well, it was still the same one he'd seen countless times before, but instead of mere friendliness it now seemed to be more sultry. However, what really confused Matthew wasn't that his friend was seeming to be almost flirting with him... it was that it was making his heart feel all warm and fluttery. "Well, I know I haven't exactly been open with my feelings before, but... well, we have so much in common, do we not~?" Nathan slowly reached a hand out towards Matthew.. and automatically, his hand left his forehead and rested on the table in order for Nathan's to find it - and the second they came into contact with each other, a soft gasp slipping out of his mouth as he felt just how soft and graceful it felt as their long, slim fingers curl and his and squeeze gently.

His frown only continuing to deepen, Matthew couldn't stop the slight blush that was spreading across his face. "S-Something's not right...I feel... weird..." As he sat there, Matthew couldn't help but wriggle in his seat as a tingling butterfly sensation built up around his stomach - but unbeknownst to him, this was a sign that his waist was starting to change as his pelvis started to widen whilst his abdomen tightened, quickly gifting him with a curvaceous hourglass figure that strained slightly against his trousers.

Before he could even begin to even try and understand what was going on, Matthew's train of thought was interrupted by Nathan's voice once again: "I know you're afraid of what others, especially the more... pious members of the nobility may think, but I assure you that once I am crowned Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, I will do anything I can to make sure that we can... truly unite the Seven Kingdoms." Looking up at his friend, Matthew was shocked to see that Nathan's once brown hair was bleaching in front of his very eyes into a pure, an almost silvery white colour spreading across his head; each strand growing out and down to the center of his chest before some of it began to entwine and wrap around into an intricately plaited hairstyle. His eyebrows followed next, retaining their brunette colour but brightening ever so slightly as they thinned out to compliment his curling eyelashes.

"Y-You look... you look just like... You look just like all the rumors say, Daenerys: Beautiful, elegant... and yet also imposing." Matthew then gasped as he noticed that his stammer had somehow turned into a confident, flirtatious sentence that he hadn't even been thinking of saying! Although to be fair, what he had said wasn't exactly a lie... Matthew had always had a bit of a thing for confident women who were powerful in terms of physical strength or in sheer authority - and Daenerys definitely fit the latter in how determined she was to retake the Iron Throne. 

Of course, there was one other character that he liked for similar reasons; a character who had managed to persevere despite being thousands of miles away from her family and surrounded by those who either wanted her dead... or worse. And of course that person was none other than... the one who should have been sitting in the seat he was in! Shaking his head in an attempt to rid himself of the throbbing dullness clouding his mind, Matthew tried to push himself out of the chair, but as he finally stood up and took a single step forward his legs suddenly felt like jelly and he immediately slumped back down as the muscle in his lower limbs thinned out, leaving his legs lithe and ladylike, his thick thighs emphasizing his recently widened waist. The impact of sitting down was also a lot harder than Matthew expected as his rear prickled, unaware that it was starting to plump out into a round, cushiony ass that made the lower half of his body look undeniably womanly.

Meanwhile, Daenerys - Nathan had been sitting there with that same warm smile on her face. "I've heard some things about you too, Sansa." she started in a voice that was even softer and refined than earlier, the name causing Matthew to dig his nails into the wooden surface of the table and the armrest of the chair respectiely as it echoed through his thoughts. A tension slowly built itself up his arms, reaching all the way up to his shoulders as they then caved inwards with a series of sharp cracks in order to lose their broadness, although Daenerys seemed not to notice the cracking sounds coming from even her own body as they underwent the same changes. 

"You've gone through quite a horrific ordeal with the Lannisters and the Boltons... but now here you are, Wardeness of the North." She then gave Matthew's hand another comforting squeeze. "And, once the Army of the Dead and Cersei are dealt with... well, perhaps you'll be Queen of the Seven Kingdoms alongside me~" It was this phrase that caused a certain part of Matthew to twitch into action as he finally realised that one of his fantasies was actually being played out in front of him! A part of him hesitated at the thought of whether or not Nathan would be enjoying this too, but as he stared into Daenerys' sky blue eyes and saw how that desire still shone brightly within them... well, he hoped that was the answer he needed.

Taking a deep breath that shook from the nervousness from earlier that was now gradually blending into arousal, Matthew relaxed his body into the chair for a couple moments, appreciating the rather odd but pleasing tingling sensation that had suddenly covered his body as almost every single strand of hair dropped off of his body, leaving his skin softer and smoother than it had ever been, a trait that was only complimented as his skin tone became a bit paler than it already was - but that wasn't all that changed, as the muscle on his arms thickened in order to get rid of the scrawniness that was characteristic of him and replaced it with a more delicate appearance befitting of he was supposed to be. Looking at Daenerys now, Matthew could have sworn that her flawlessly smooth skin was darker than it had been moments ago... but after all, seeing as she had lived in Mereen for quite some time now, it only made sense that she had a tan.

Adjusting his legs so one rested over the knee of the other, Matthew let a smile that was equally as sultry curl onto his lips. "That does sound like quite the interesting offer, Daenerys... but how do I know you'll keep it?" In response, Daenerys slowly pulled her hand away and sat up even straighter than she already was, causing Matthew to raise one of his fiey, orange eyebrows in a mixture of confusion and suspicion - however these feelings were quickly done away with as the Targaryen woman stood up from her seat, placing a hand on her hip in a somewhat imposing manner... But her demeanor softened as she then reached her other hand out towards Matthew, who took it and pushed himself out of his one chair.

However, Matthew felt himself being pulled even further than he expected as he found himself being pressed against the Dragon Queen's chest... and although he was initially a little surprised at how oddly flat it felt - but he was immediately surprised once more by Daenery leaning forward and planting her lips against his in an initially gentle kiss that quickly esclated into a more passionate embrace, the two of them moaning softly between the brief breaks. Placing a hand around her waist, Matthew held Daenerys against his body and sighed with satisfaction as he felt the weight of her breasts against his chest... but whilst it did feel sensual, a part of him felt like something was missing. Ignoring this feeling, Matthew indulged in the pleasure flowing through him, especially the wonderful tingling sensation that was appearing in his lips as they plumped out, adding to the increasingly feminine face he was starting to gain.

As the two continued to caress each other, their jaws creaked slightly as they started to lose their masculine edges, with Daenerys receiving a gentle oval shaped head whilst Matthew's became rounder, a trait that he had inherited from his mother... Matthew couldn't help but feel light-headed at that thought, as if there was something wrong about how he was perceiving herself... but he paid no mind as Daenerys moved a hand up to his head in order to brush his long, luscious locks of fiery orange, unaware that each stroke was making it grow out and style itself into a similarly plaited style, although whilst Daenerys' was wrapped around the back of her head, Matthew's was more of a ponytail... but of course the entwined design of it was a prideful statement as to whom the Lady of Winterfell and Wardness of the North was allied to~

 

Their breaths getting hotter and heavier with each passing moment, Sans- Matthew let a moan slowly slip out of his mouth as he began to feel the throbbing tip of his length pressing and straining tightly against the fabric of his pants; causing him to instinctively grind and hump against Daenerys, who gasped and tightened her grasp on his head in response. But whilst this sensation felt almost intoxicating, Matthew couldn't help but feel displeased about it, as if he were expecting a different sort of arousal from this... and yet, he couldn't help but keep tenderly thrusting against Daenerys.

"My, I never knew you were this... excitable~" Daenerys uttered after breaking the passionate embrace, her chest visibly rising with each and every deep breath she took. "But of course, it is wonderful to know just how loyal you are to me~" Matthew smirked and said, "Of course I am... but of course I need to know if you'll really keep your promise to the North~" Daenery's answer to this was to place an arm around his waist and place her free hand against his chest, the slight pressure of this feeling comforting for some reason, as if his body was expecting weight there.

Meanwhile, Matthew simply watched curiously as Daenery's slender, elegant hand slowly slid down his chest and went past his belly button... and it was only once it was slipping in between his trousers and pants that he realised just what she was intending, eliciting a series of sharp gasps from him as he felt the silky warm touch of her palm wrap around the throbbing tip of his shaft. Looking into his eyes, Daenerys smiled as she started to slowly stroke her hand up and down, sending jolts of pleasure down it that washed over his body and forced Matthew to have to place his hands on her shoulders in order to balance himself.

"O-Oh m-my, I..." was all he could utter as his sense were constantly bombarded by the wonderful sensation coursing through him, his fingers digging into the fabric of her t-shirt... although he wasn't really sure what a "tee shirt" was anymore; presumably some sort of fashion choice in Mereen. He didn't dwell on the thought for long - in fact Matthew started to find it harder to think with each soothing rub, his brain tingling and bubbling in delight... However, he wasn't able to notice that as Daenerys continued to jerk him off, his length was actually decreasing in time with the tension that had been building up at the base of his member and was now climbing up to his tip. 

After another minute or so of this, the tension became absolutely unbearable and Matthew quickly clasped a hand over his mouth before he unleashed a muffled but clearly passionate cry as he finally went over the edge and released his orgasm straight into Daenerys' hand, each pump only adding to the ecstasy that was constantly surging through him. But with each spurt, Matthew's testicles hoisted themselves up into his crotch, slipping inside with a slick wet slap as they buried themselves deep into his hips and formed into a pair of ovaries, swiftly followed by what couple inches remaining of his manhood shrinking into the nub of his clitoris, completing its transformation into a womanhood. But during this massive change, there had also been another happening much further up on Matthew's body - whilst her  blissful wail was muted by her hand covering her mouth, it was still possible to tell that the pitch of his voice was rapidly getting higher and softer as the adam's apple on her neck melted away in seconds; leaving her neck and voice smoother and softer than ever before. As she started to calm down from her orgasm, Matthew leant against Daenerys as her legs lose their balance due to a more physical reason than before, her breaths coming hard and heavy out of her... and with every single one of those deep breaths, Matthew's chest started to swell as copious amounts of thick, pillowy tissue filled the area underneath his nipples, causing a pair of big, soft and bouncy breasts that rested comfortably against his t-shirt and caused him to push away a little from Daenerys. 

But although the two had both finished their physical transformations now, there was still one final overall change that needed to be complete - and Daenerys felt it first as the warm, wet stickiness coating her palm suddenly disappeared and was replaced with a tight, tough texture. Removing her hand from Matthew's trousers, Daenerys was surprised to see that she was now wearing a pair of gloves that seemed to go half way up to her elbows... but then she blinked and remembered she'd been wearing them the whole time. Feeling Sansa straighten up against her, she finally took her hands off of the Lady of Winterfell and stepped backwards, the clicking and clacking of high heels against the wooden floorboard echoed throughout the room as their trainers morphed into a pair of plain, leathery boots.

Daenerys' clothes changed first; her shorts clinging tightly to her shapely waist before the legs started to slowly crawl down her long, slender legs and a dark greyish colour started to replace the light creamy beige as a pair of tight but snug leggings formed on her, highlighting how smooth and unblemished her groin was. As Sansa stood there with one hand on the table to balance herself, the already light grey trousers she wore tightened and darkened into a similar pair of leggings, although being handmade by those already living in the North, they were much thicker in comparison and better at keeping the cold out.

Then the t-shirts that belonged to their former selves started to change, with the already short sleeves on the one Sansa was wearing unraveling back into the shoulders before multiple sleek, shiny black patches started to appear and spread across it. Once it had finished, the fabric then shifted from a soft cotton to a malleable, metallic material made out of multiple segments that were fastened together with countless little rivets that lined the sides and straight up the chest. Her vest changed next, this time with the sleeveless shoulders gaining arms as fabric grew out of it and slithered down her arms, stopping once it reached her wrists. A couple moments later and the fabric thickened and dimmed into a woolly dress that she could clearly recall knitting herself a couple days ago... and as that thought popped into Sansa's head, the hem of the vest pushed itself out from underneath the plated armor that adorned her chest and billowed all the way down to her ankles. Finally, a large golden ring pushed itself out of her armor, quickly sprouting a series of chains to wrap around her neck so it that it rested comfortably above the curve of her breasts.

Taking another deep breath to rid herself of the remnants of the euphoria that had been blazing through her mere minutes ago, Sansa Stark composed herself and allowed a more content and confident smile to curl her lips. "That was certainly... quite convincing~" she remarked affectionately as the blush on her cheeks still remained as a hint to what had happened mere moments ago. Daenerys smiled and said "I'm glad you think that, my lady - I hope it was enough to show you that I always reward those who are exceptionally loyal to me~" The two of them chuckled mischievously, with Sansa briefly covering her mouth with a hand as she did. "And I hope I showed just how loyal I am to my queen~"

Daenerys smirked at that, but it quickly faded as a particularly violent shudder ran up her spine, causing her to cross her arms and rub her hands over them briskly. Sansa pouted at this sight and approached the Targaryen, tutting tenderly as she scanned her eyes over the thin piece of clothing that she was wearing - whilst she was certainly equipped with an army to withstand the imminent threats of the Night King and Cersei, the Dragon Queen was certainly lacking when it came to fitting attire... However, the second that Sansa placed her hands on the shirt, it started to grow outwards from both the sleeves and the hem as they lengthened down to her wrists and feet respectively before the cloth fluffed and bleached out as it changed into a thick winter coat that was as white as the snow outside. One notable feature was that there was a tan coloured cape of sorts that flowed downed the back, its frayed design looking reminiscent of a wolf's hide - a sign of not only of the house the woman who knitted it was from, but also a sign of who the Dragon Queen belonged to. Finally, the plain vest underneath this morphed into a simple leather top, finishing the transformations that the two had been subjected to.

"It was nice to finally get to you, Lady Sansa." Daenerys said. "I hope to explore the North completely before I head towards the South." She then turned around and walked over to the door she oddly couldn't remember walking through for some reason... but of course, it was the only way she could have entered the room, wasn't it? Just before she would disappear into the hallway however, Sansa called out to her. 

"Where are my manners?" She said before sauntering over to her. "You've only been here two days and yet I haven't given you a proper tour of Winterfell. Please, allow me to let you gain an intimate knowledge of it~" And with that, the Lady of Winterfell escorted the Mother of Dragons out of the room.

And with the fate of many characters taken in different but hopefully more satisfying ending for them all, the TV that remained in the now utterly empty apartment living room turned itself off, cloaking the room in darkness hinting at the long night ahead.