#implied jonerys

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Sometimes Daenerys would sit by the window and look at the large lemon tree that grew right beside the house and wonder if it had been worth it in the end. Was it worth going to Westeros, going to reclaim a throne that was hers by birthright but never had laid eyes on it? Was it worth going to a foreign land where the people despised and wanted her dead the moment they laid eyes on her because she represented something that she fought long and hard not to be that thing. Was it worth fighting the undead to protect the people that she knew and never knew and to have those people to be so ungrateful towards her, her people and her children? Was it worth losing Rhagel and Viserion? Was it worth losing Missandei? Was it worth losing Jorah? Was it worth falling in love with a man who she thought they would rule Westeros together? Only to have that person stab her in the heart? Was losing everything and everyone worth it in the end?

As Daenerys looked down to the baby in her arms: a small little thing with eyes as violet as hers but hair as black as her father’s. Daenerys thought of what the future would hope for this little one and hoped it would be better than her own....