#thread.daenerys

“it is not the first time i have been under someone’s hospitality. master illyrio often housed me and my brother, seemingly without expectation. however, and i have spoken with ser jorah about this too, i do not assume. i know the dornish do not do this out of the kindness of their heart.”

dany looked up at rook, violet eyes stony and determined. “i know what i am. i am a girl, and i would be a queen. i will take back my birthright, and i will do better than my forebears. but what will the dornish want? they have their freedoms. prince doran is just that. a prince. in his own right. am i a vehicle for revenge?”

“how do you find westeros, so far?” daenerys asked, patting the cheek of the young essosi girl as she ran off back to her mother. freedom looked beautiful on these people.

she turned to yoander and gave the man a small smile, hoping to soothe him. she knew the dothraki were not fond of the raging sea. jorah had once told her, the dothraki fear any water their horses can't drink. the narrow sea counted as that. though, the transportation of their horses had not been so hard. not when there were so few of drogo’s left.

she was the dragon queen. and seeing him now in her presence frightened her. her old bear had left her, against his will, and she had sent daario and barristan away as well. she was there with the man who presumed to be her brother, the brother she hadn’t known, alone and afraid. though, she would never show it.

“serena!” her cry was genuinely happy, dany’s face lighting up at the girl whose family had sheltered her and viserys.

the dragon queen strode forward to embrace her tightly, caring not who saw this act of affection. let them know their queen loved easily.