WHAT I THINK IS THE TRUE MEANING OF THE WHEEL DAENERYS TALKS ABOUT AND WHY IT HAS NOT BEEN BROKEN

WHAT I THINK IS THE TRUE MEANING OF THE WHEEL DAENERYS TALKS ABOUT AND WHY IT HAS NOT BEEN BROKEN

"Lannister, Targaryen, Baratheon, Stark. They're all spokes one a wheel, one is up and then the other, on and on it spins, crushing those beneath it. I'm not going to stop the wheel. I am going to break it"

The wheel refers to the political system and the iron throne, talking about how the major houses in westeros are the main players, first one house is in power and then it falls and another house is in power, a power seized from the first house through wars and force, thus truly affecting, ie crushing the common people who never asked for any of it.

Everyone dreamed of stopping the wheel, which would mean one spoke will remain at the stop and others would be at the bottom, the people relieved temporarily because the wheel has stopped spinning but not free from it because they are still burdened by the weight of the wheel.

But daenerys wants to BREAK the wheel, which would mean there is no wheel, no house on the top, no house on the bottom, and no people getting crushed by the politics and bloodshed and finally freed from the whole system. Dany had already mentioned that she would give independence for those who asked, and all of them are free to ask for it and that it is their right.

Lemme also pin point here why dethroning Cersei, ascending on the throne and declaring all kingdoms to be independent would be a bad idea. A mother has three kids, a 20 year old, a 14 year old, and a 6 year old. A mother knows her children and their capabilities. When a 20 year old plans to move out to make his own life, the mother agrees. Looking at this, if the other two kids tell their mother they are moving out, is she going to play along with it? Nope. Is the mother power hungry and obsessive and mad? Nope. A mother knows what is practical and which child is capable of being independent.

If the same 14 year old kid, after reaching 22 wants to move out and be independent, but knows nothing about the harsh realities of the world and is pretty gullible and incapable, will the mother let her child go free just because the first child was set free at 20? Nope. The mother knows her child will not be able to thrive because of certain short comings and would work on her child's skills to make him a better, well suited person before letting him make a life for himself.

So, when a kingdom asks to be independent, a queen grants it. If 4 out of the seven ask for it and it is granted, and the other 3 don't, dany cannot force them to be free and deal with their shit all in the name of liberation and freedom. Maybe those three kingdoms are not capable of functioning independently, maybe they fear they might collapse and the economy might dip, maybe their system is still flawed. And they want to function under a monarch who will watch over their functioning until they are capable enough to make it on their own.

So what I thought Dany might do is, ascending the throne and granting independence to all the kingdoms who want it and have earned it. She would still be a Queen and watch over the workings of the other kingdoms and would be sought after for certain problems and disputes which might arise and ask for her guidance and council. In this case, there is literally no wheel because all the houses have their own domain, all kingdoms are independent and the people do not suffer.

Now instead, you wanna know what we got?

A wheel, with not 4 spokes, but A MILLION spokes, each of them representing people ranging from beggars to lords because now ANYONE can have a claim to the iron throne. The spokes now represent every ambitious power hungry man in the world who wants power and money. The wheel now spins faster because after Bran, the person who ascends the throne can easily be killed by someone else who wants to be king and in turn HE can be killed by someone else. It's like the hunger games where alliances are formed and then broken because in the end it is every man on his own, the winner's ass honoured with the iron throne.

With the wheel spinning even more faster, the people suffer a thousand fold, getting crushed under all this politics and war and bloodshed.

So yeah tyrion you son of a bitch Lannister, this is not the wheel "our queen" wanted to break and the next time you utter her name or refer to her in any manner will be the last time you have a mouth you stinking piece of shit

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It's gonna take me a minute, but I could get used to this. (DAENSA)

The Great hall was packed with people, men indulging in drunken boasting bashes and meaningless brawls, women deeply discussing the gossips of the week and the young maids huddled in a corner, pointing at young, green lads and giggling a little too often and too loudly for Sansa's tastes. She could feel them though, she had been one of them, the lifeline of the group, ogling at young dashing boys and sharing fantasies with girls of her age, it seemed like a million lifetimes ago but she could remember that time fondly, things had been easier then. Much easier.

Her blue eyes scanned the crowd with disinterest, sipping the wine slowly from the old jug, fighting the urge to gag and spit it out. It tasted similar to the one she had had at the wall , which also seemed like a thousand lifetimes ago, sitting by the hearth and sharing childhood stories with her brother. She was standing near a towering pillar which was secluded from the crowd and at the same time provided a perfect vantage point to see everything that was happening there. This is the kind of place Arya would have sought after for such huge occasions with noisy people Sansa thought fondly, her lips curving into a wry grin.

She scanned the table at the end of the hall near the fireplace, where her parents used to sit, which later Robb took over, followed by Bran and then herself and Jon. The other important lords from noble houses were seated there now, drinking and eating to their heart's content. At the other end of the table, seated in the chair closest to the fireplace was a woman, with her back facing the hall, her face hidden from her view. Her platinum blonde hair piled down, past her shoulders, her soft locks loosely braided unlike in their usual majestic fashion. Her shoulders were slouched and she was leaning towards the fireplace, like it was whispering something to her and she was listening keenly. Her body was still like a statue and the cup in her hand was filled to the brim with the piss they were all drinking.

Sansa took a huge sip and placed the jug on a random table before making her way towards the woman by the fire. She must feel lonely Sansa thought. Jon had gone south to make preparations for Dany's coronation and she knew it would take a few long weeks for everything to be in place for the occasion. Jon was the only person who had been hyped up about what lay ahead. Everyone's attention was on the white walkers, after which their attention turned south, to the hot seat of the mother of madness. After defeating her, thanks to the mother of dragons, that was all. Every threat that had come their way, they had thwarted.

This was their happily ever after. The white walkers were killed, thanks to Arya. Cersei was defeated and was executed publically after a final confrontation Sansa had had with Cersei. But it didn't feel like a celebration. There was nothing to celebrate. Noone to celebrate with.

Sansa stopped infront of Dany and hesitated for an instant before speaking. "Your Grace..?" No reaction. It was as thought she was invisible. She didn't even flinch, her eyes still fixated on the fire. Sansa waited for a few long seconds. "Dany..?" she called out, this time a bit louder, leaning closer to her. Dany pulled back with a slight jolt and turned towards Sansa. Her lilac eyes were hazy, her forehead gleaming with sweat. Her face was unusually pale and her attire was a bit loose fitting for her. She seems to have lost a few pounds Sansa thought as she smiled at Dany. "May I?" She asked, pulling up an empty chair beside Dany.

Dany took a second before smiling and nodding. It was as though she had been in a trance and her voice had snapped her out of it. Dany placed her glass on the table and straightened herself, smoothing out her attire. Sansa sat down and stared at her. The reflection of the flames from the fireplace seemed to dance on her face, her eyes gleaming like jewels amidst them. She noted that her cheeks were flushed red and so was the tip of her nose. Wait is she drunk? But her glass.. Sansa's eyes glanced at the untouched cup and then she noticed a few jugs by the fireplace near Dany's chair. Then it dawned on her, she had had one too many drinks. 4 full jugs.

"Dany..are you drunk?" Sansa asked anyways, seeking to strike a conversation with her. Dany's eyes fluttered rapidly and she gave a lop sided smile before nodding, like a mischievous child proudly admitting the mistake it had done, with a sense of accomplishment. Sansa sighed and clucked her tongue before pushing the filled glass away from Dany's reach. "Having too much fun I guess? I'm glad you're enjoying yourself" Sansa said chuckling. Dany didn't reply, her haunting violet eyes holding her gaze, her lips still curved into an amused smile.

Moments passed, and Dany didn't seem to be moving or averting her gaze. Sansa cleared her throat and adjusted herself, pushing her think auburn hair behind her ears, staring at the old, stained floor. "You're beautiful, Lady Stark..I bet I'm not the first to notice that". Sansa's breath hitched in her throat as her head sprung up to meet the other woman's gaze, her eyes wide. She opened her mouth but didn't know what to say. She was glad they were sitting by the fire, noone could tell she was blushing madly. What am I supposed to say? Thank you? She's just being nice..roll with it Sansa

"Thank you, Dany...that's a nice thing to say.." she finally said, regaining her composure. Sansa had observed Dany since the day she set foot in Winterfell. One look and even a beggar would know she was a queen. The way she carried herself, her posture, the authority in her voice, everything screamed royalty. And grace. But the woman sitting before Sansa was not the future queen of the seven kingdoms. She wasn't the mother of dragons. She seemed to be a young naive girl, one too many drinks inside her, her posture askew, her hair in disarray, her speech slurred. Everyone cannot be perfect all th time. Even the perfect Daenerys Targaryen.

"If only you loosened up a bit and were not so uptight all the time, like you had a stick up your bottom, you'd be more lovable" Dany uttered, her eyes all over Sansa. She didn't seem to care about the consequences of the words that came out of her mouth and what it meant. She seemed to be spilling the first thing that came to her mind. Thoughtless. Sansa didn't know how to reply to that, again flustered and helpless. And a tad bit taken aback. Me? Uptight? What was she saying? Sansa's mind went absolutely blank. Maybe SHE had had too many drinks too. Maybe she had been imagining things. There was no way her brother's girlfriend, her Queen would be talking to her like that.

Ironically, she grabbed the glass of drink she had put away earlier and gulped it down, all in one go. Maybe she was uptight, but could anyone blame her? She had to carry the burden of responsibilities and her family's future from a very young age and had gone through so much, and she had to be uptight and closed off to deal with the people, with monsters she had come across, not letting them see a petrified young Sansa behind the mask she wore, of Lady Stark.

Dany cooed as Sansa emptied the glass, smiling widely. "Now THAT'S more like it, Sansa. That's a step in the right direction." She said loudly. Sansa looked around cautiously, but everyone was took drunk to notice their intoxicated future Queen who was going to lead them into a better future. Dany pushed herself forward slowly and sat at the edge of the chair, placing her hand on Sansa's lap. Sansa flinched at her touch but never moved, maintaining eye contact with her.

"You know Sansa, your brother was uptight and rude when I first met him. Blabbered on about duty, honour and loyalty. Tsk tsk, so serious and boring" Dany said, rolling her eyes and trying to mimic her brother's monotonous voice and failing, miserably, which bought a smile to Sansa's lips. "And now, look at him. Off to plan a coronation for the future Queen. None of that brooding mysterious personality anymore..always looked like he was having a midlife crisis didnt he?" Dany said, frowning in disgust, pouting.Sansa couldn't help but agree, though, was she bad mouthing her own boyfriend? What was she getting at?

"If I could get someone like him to be a bit more relaxed and calm, I bet I could loosen you up too" she said, grinning from ear to ear, her eyes gleaming and the distance between them dangerously closing as ever second passed. Sansa could feel her heart thumping so hard against her chest, like a bird fluttering in a cage, fighting to break free. Was she suggesting...

It was beyond flirting at that point. It was a bare, direct invitation. It was Sansa's turn to stare and stay still, not able to recover from the shock. Say no. Walk away. Maybe she's joking. Laugh and take her hand off your lap. Her hand on my lap..so soft and warm..and so dangerously close..

But she didn't move. As every second passed, Dany's triumphant grin grew wider. She bent and took a huge jug, which was half filled, and emptied it's contents into her mouth, the drink dripping down her chiseled jaw, making it's way down her neck. Sansa's soft eyes followed the wet trail and she gulped. As Dany finished her drink, she stood up, stumbling for a second before she laughed and held the table for support. She pulled Sansa by the hand and started walking out of the Great hall.

The crowd in the vast hall did not seem to thin, the people jesting and drinking and puking, forgetting the time that passed, forgetting their duties and their responsibilities. Everyone was so preoccupied that noone noticed the Dragon Queen stumbling towards her chambers, with the lady of winterfell following her like an enchanted puppy, forgetting all honour and modesty. Winter might have passed, but someone else was definitely coming that night.

A fake stan is someone who pretends to like a character when they actually don't. And that's cheap. Give me a person who openly dislikes Dany over someone who pretends to like her and then trashes her all the time. Atleast people who hate her are not being fake about it. And I am not saying everyone should dislike Sansa and shun her and follow Dany. Everyone has their preferences.

I find people texting me utter crap about Dany and then saying "Don't be against me I am a dany/targ stan too" and I'm like excuse me, no person who likes Dany will talk shit about her. This is different from disagreeing with something that your fav does because not everyone will like and defend everything a character does. If you're a Dany stan and you do not like Dany brurning KL, you're not fake because you don't defend an action by dany but overall you like her and admire her.

But going after every single thing she has done just blindly hating it and the adding "...I'm a Dany stan" is bull crap. Many people do that to not feel left out and have the urge to make everyone and every stan like them. Which is cheap and unacceptable. Have your own opinions and mindset and values. Don't be a chameleon and try to please everyone. You'll end up being hated by all.

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