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Part 2
The bearded guy, clearly embarrassed by the outburst, raised his hands in a gesture of peace.
— Bruce, you're getting stuck on this. You haven’t even flown on the dragons yet, and we’ve got to deal with this rebellion that will happen, after which you'll be captured by a huge Dothraki horde— he trailed off, realizing he’d said something he shouldn't have.
Bruce froze, his eyes narrowing.
— What did you just say? — his voice was quiet, but it carried a stormy threat.
The advisor hesitated, realizing he'd slipped, and tried to backtrack.
— Uh... well, it’s... part of the script. In the "canon," Daenerys is captured by the Dothraki after the rebellion. You escape on a dragon, and then... they take you to a new khal, — he said nervously, trying to smooth over the situation as the other advisors whispered among themselves.
— They capture me? — Bruce interrupted, his voice even colder. He took a step forward, and despite his frail feminine body, he exuded the kind of fierce confidence he used to draw from his old muscles, from his strength, when he could intimidate anyone with just a look. — You’re saying that, according to your plan, I’m supposed to let these savages capture me and make me a hostage? — His breathing became heavier, rage boiling inside him.
— Well, yeah... Um... in the show, it was a key moment. Daenerys managed to unite the Dothraki and use them to conquer Westeros. Without that... uh... it’s essential for the story, Bruce.
— Story? — Bruce laughed, but there was no humor in it. — You’re saying I should let myself be captured by savages who, when they see a hottie like I am now, will do all sorts of crap to me that I don’t even want to think about? Are you insane? — Bruce leaned in closer, his face twisted with rage.
The advisors were clearly nervous. Their confidence was visibly shaken when they realized Bruce wasn’t going to play by their script.
— Bruce, you don’t understand, — the bespectacled one stammered, nervous. — This... this is an important part! You have to go through this for everything to fall into place. In the end, you’ll become stronger, the Dothraki will be on your side, and it... it will be your victory!
— My victory? — Bruce frowned, his voice dripping with sarcasm. — This is your victory. You want me to be a victim so you can follow your damn scripts? So that I get captured and they do whatever they want with my body? — He pointed to himself again, feeling his chest push forward slightly, as if even his own body resisted his movements. — And you’re just going to sit there and enjoy this circus?
The bearded one tried to intervene, his voice calm and soothing:
— Bruce, it’s just part of the bigger plan. You’ll come out of it stronger. Daenerys managed it, and so will you. You understand that if we break canon, it could lead to disaster. We can’t just change everything on the fly. We might be stuck here forever.
— I don’t give a damn about your canon! — Bruce exploded. — I’m not letting anyone control me, and I’m definitely not letting myself get captured! I’ve never been a victim, and I’m not about to start now, even if I’m in this... damn dragon queen’s body!
He looked around at his advisors again, and they saw something in his eyes that made them freeze. It wasn’t just a warning. Bruce wasn’t going to play by their rules anymore.
— Listen to me, — Bruce said, his voice calmer now, but still filled with menace. — I’m not waiting around to be captured by some savages, and I’m definitely not going to pretend to fall in love with Jon Snow. If you want to follow the "canon," go ahead, but I’m going to do things my way. If I’m the damn queen here, then I’ll rule like one! I’ll decide how to use the dragons and how to run this city. And if anything gets in my way, don’t doubt for a second: I’ll burn everything that stands in my path to ashes. Got it?
The room fell into a heavy silence. The advisors froze, nervously glancing at each other. It only made Bruce feel more confident.
— If I’m stuck here for God knows how long, I’ll do things my way. Here and now, — he continued, pointing at the map of Meereen. — I’ve got dragons? Check. The Harpies want to bring back the old order? Well, I’ll show them that burning alive anyone who opposes us is the new order.
The advisors exchanged nervous glances. They were used to discussing scripts and following known steps, but Bruce was acting like... like Daenerys?
— Bruce... — the bearded one finally spoke, trying to remain calm, — even Daenerys didn’t go this route. Her strategy was about uniting, not burning. You’re risking... well... destroying everything, leaving neither allies nor enemies.
— Listen, — Bruce interrupted, looking at the map of Meereen with open disdain, — Daenerys could afford to play politics because she wanted to get to Westeros. Screw Westeros! Why the hell would I want to go there? I’m doing just fine here!