âit happened, your grace. thereâs no use dwelling in something that happened in the past. in here, you can.. you can start over. you can be happy. thereâs no throne, no royalty here.. you can live a normal life and leave the past behind. no one would blame you for something that happened in a world they donât know. you donât need to blame yourself for something you donât even remember doing.. it wasnât.. it was war. â Â
he didnât believe this was happening - how he was trying to justify the actions of a tyrant, but.. this wasnât the mad queen, he realized. this was the daenerys he had believed in, with all of his heart, the daenerys that had believed and trust him, when no one else had. he owed that daenerys to try and help this one find some peace, especially since there was nothing that could be done about what happened. âmissandeiâs last words to you were.. dracarys. i should that was the point where you decided it was for the best. she didnât deserve what happened to her. i tried to.. i tried to talk to cersei, i tried to get her to listen, but i.. i couldnât. i couldnât and missandei died and.. thatâs one me. maybe all of this is on me. you deserved a better hand. jorah, perhaps. if he had been there.. perhaps he could have stopped the burning of kingâs landing from happening. â   he felt bad, because in a way, he understood. what had he done when tywin had sentenced him to death?  he had taken a crossbow and.. he had murdered his own father, after years and years of hatred and emotional abuse. perhaps.. he and daenerys werenât so different all along.he felt bad for delivering the news to her so suddenly, but.. there was no other way. she needed to know and.. he needed to tell her, no matter what it cost and yet, tyrion found himself wanting to comfort her. what could he say, though?
 itâs not your fault? it was her fault, because she had been the one to ignore the bells of surrender and to burn the city to the ground. still, tyrion hoped his words could do her some good and help her find peace in this world. after all.. no one here knew here. no one here knew what she had done and⌠perhaps, that was a good thing.
 âdany, i.. no, it wasnât the right thing to do. i shouldnât have yelled at you like that - something you donât even recall doing. i apologize, i.. i should have found a better way to tell you.â he paused, taking a few deep breaths, before continuing. âwhat happened back there.. it doesnât have to define what you do here. you can move on.. you can be free, here. thereâs nothing and no one stopping you.â
    âIâm not sure if that is entirely possible for me.â
She was born to rule. It was in her blood, and though Daenerys had no desire to turn into a mad queen... she still wished to be a queen. However, Tyrion did bring up a valid point. There was no royalty here and no throne. There was nothing for her to rule, and... likely, there was no home for her to return to. The events Tyrion described would likely still play out.Â
    âNo, you were the right choice as my hand. Youâve shown it even now. Ser Jorah... he was in love with me, so much so that I believe that he would have followed me even if I truly had gone mad.â A sad smile tugged at her lips as she recalled her dear friend. Jorah had gone through so much just to serve her, to win her favor. He was a man of honor, but he was also dedicated and loyal. He would have seen the fault in her actions, but in the end he likely would still remain by her side until the end. Tyrion... Tyrion knew when to put duty first. He knew not to feed into a mad tyrantâs ideals.
Daenerys finally turned her head to peer back at the Lannister, and she offered a slow shake of her head. âAnd how could you know my memories? Anyone would have done the same.â Her lips pursed into a thin line, and she turned her gaze to the floor once more. âI can never truly be free of it. There are people here... people from our world, and Iâm sure itâs only a matter of time.â
Slowly, the Targaryen girl bent down to pick up the pin that had been thrown at her feet. She grasped it carefully, then moved to stand in front of the other.
    âThere is no royalty here. No throne. No kings or queens, but there are still people. People from different worlds, and people who desire power.â A brief silence followed as Daenerys thought carefully over her words, fingers brushing gently against the pinâs surface. âIâve no throne to seek here, or a desire to make one. However... Tyrion Lanniser. You are free to do as you wish here. But... I would enjoy it greatly if you would continue to advise me during our time in this world. If my actions cause you any doubt, you will always be free to walk away. I will never hold it against you. This is a request to a friend, not a demand of a queen.â