for  @incarnatefear  |  continued.
DANY  HELD  HER  FACE  WITHIN  HER  HANDS  FOR  A  MOMENT  LONGER,    before  trailing  them  up,  through  her  hair,  pulling  it  back  from  her  face  as  she  drew  in  a  SHALLOW  breath:   the  deepest  she  was  able  to  take.  the  teenager  brought  her  knees  up,  close  against  herself.Â
SHE  DID  NOT  WANT  TO  BE  LIKE  HIM.    like  her  father.  they  branded  him  a  VILLAIN;  the  press,  the  senate,  anyone  who  mattered.  &  it  had  been  EASIER  to  not  believe  them,  to  wildly  crusade  against  the  idea.  but  when  even  men  she  TRUSTED  told  her  his  actions,  it  became...  harder.   there  was  a  FEAR  in  the  back  of  her  mind.  every time  she  got  ANGRY,  everytime  she----   acted  reckless;    was  she  GOING  MAD?
â  i...   know  itâs  crazy.  i  know  itâs------  â    what  had  they  said?    â  a  psychosis.  â    Dany  finally  lifted  her  chin,  eyes  weary,  staring  through  him.    she  was  only  saying  these  things  because  theyâd  told  her  enough  times,  &  AGREEING  with  them  was  the  only  way  to  get  a  little  FREEDOM.   yet,  it  had  not  stopped  her  rushing  into  that  fire.    (  not  setting  fires.  )    â  i  know...  just---    not  all  the  time.  â
