Daenerys was not the only one in the room skeptical of the boyâs ramblings. In fact, as she looked around the room, none of the Sand siblings seemed all that impressed with the boyâs so-called visions and a chance glance at her hand confirmed it. Tyrion, who usually kept a rather open mind about things, looked wary as well. The scene was almost enough to make her silence the child and remove him from the room. This war room was for adults only and those who could contribute towards the war she came here to win. Anything else was of no concern to her.
However, she would pause, her pale brows knitting as he spoke. It took her a moment to find her voice, for such a thing had been said only in a dream she once had. The House of Undying was full of dreams and visions, many of which had to be interpreted with caution. While some visions might have had truth to them, others were but a trick to set her back. The words this irritable child spoke was something she said to a vision she had of Khal Drogo. She had cast that part of her life behind her, refusing to look back. Now it seemed, she had little choice to but listen to words. They would not shape her decision pertaining to Queen Cersei but prophetic words were hard to ignore.
âYour words will never determine what I do from here on out. Your VISIONS are not PROOF enough to make me change my entire plans. However, I will listen a bit more to your tales. That much you have earned.â Was she being stubborn? Perhaps, but in her mind she did not believe so â not when she was surrounded by skeptics. Not only that, but the fairy tales he spoke of had not been confirmed. They were merely old tales that became exaggerated over time. Still, with how eerie his words were from before, she took her seat giving him the chance to elaborate a bit more.
Brand knows theyâre skeptical, he could feel it even if he couldnât see their faces. Magic had fallen for so long from the world that people would never readily believe it, not unless they were viewing it with their own eyes. The blind boy had considered warging, but it wasnât as if that would help his cause. How many of them would simply just say it was some trick.
He bit back a sigh at the Dragon Queenâs words, knowing that he has to temper his own frustrations. After all, if he hadnât experienced all these things himself and had these abilities, he wasnât sure heâd believe it if someone told him. But he feels the familiar touch of Lady Olenna on his arm, encouraging him and supporting him, and that made him feel at least a little bit better and somewhat more confident than before. He will tell his truth, even if they wonât believe it, they all will soon when winter comes.
âThey are no more tales than your dragons, Your Grace. Magic brought your dragons into the world, old ancient magic, and that same magic will bring the darkness and the dead, from the Land of Always Winter. This war youâre fighting, it might seem important now, but thereâs an even bigger war. Call them tales if you want, but the Long Night is real and the dead are coming. The Wall exists for a reason, and the Nightâs Watch have already come face to face with the dead beyond the Wall. Lord Commander Mormont and Jon Snow have both seen them and fought them. Send ravens if you want to hear what Jon Snow has to say. Ask your hand if you need, if those are men whose words you could trust. Heâs met them after all, and he knows theyâre no liars.â
