#dany.

if i look back, i am lost. the walls are high stone, cobbled and storm-beaten and the stench of fish and salt lingers in the air whenever a breeze hits the slitted windows. pyke is loud, and gulls caw and dive for the guts along the harbour and dany can only watch from her perch in silence. viserys is somewhere, organising, negotiating, and she sits quiet, and obedient, and utters nothing but a please and thank you in the common tongue as not to wake the dragon.

          (she sits, and thinks, only of the house with the red door with the little lemon tree in braavos that she misses dearly. the cold and the wet seem to seep into her bones here, and no matter what her brother sidles her with, fur, leather, dark, yet short, the pitiful low heat from the fire does nothing to comfort her. she wants to cry, but experience has taught her that nothing good comes from tears in this life.)

        the door opens with a heavy creak, and she turns instinctively toward the noise.

              “what is dead may never die.”    their beliefs are stringently different, and sometimes, dany feels forsaken by the seven. she must adapt to survive, and though books may be scarce along the iron coast, dany listens to sermons and hears the songs from the priests and the skalds about the basics of their religion. she parrots it back to asha while her arms fold from within the dark fur she’d scavenged from asha’s wardrobe.

you can’t warm up a dead man. viserys is bundled over driftwood and kindling, perched up on the rocks over the cliff’s edge. the fog is heavy, dark, and when dany looks over at the ocean, she can see only small grey masts growing from the plume of water. the wind is vicious tonight, and dany’s hair whips across the side of her face as it howls. she thinks that asha is being supportive, for the most part -- viserys had his faults, and there were many, but she would not be here if not for him. he does not deserve a burial at sea, but he’s clothed and covered with dragon eggs nestled under each arm, and another at his head.