As they prepare to sail, Meereen gathers for farewell. Daenerys addresses the crowd, speaking of freedom and fire. Andrew stands beside her, silent, armored, a living god to some.
Vharaxes and Drogon take wing. Their shadow blankets the harbor.
That night, Andrew and Daenerys stand alone beneath the stars. They kiss not as rulers, but as survivors. Two broken souls forged by fire.
"Do you believe we'll win?" she asks.
Andrew stares into the dark horizon. "We don't win. We burn. And if the world stands in our way—we burn it too."