[ Daenerys is silent, her eyes cast downwards as the swallows the woman's words. She tries to not be prideful, to not be proud – for she was taught at a young age that such was unfitting of a girl. Her gospel was forged with flames, spread like a wildfire, so of course Dany wonders if it had engulfed the world.
Dragonstone leaves the woman's lips and she nearly shivers like a cold overtook her. Her boats had only arrived on the dull, wet sands. The halls of her keep barely explored, the sounds of Targaryens generations before her were deaf upon her ears. Part of it had been bitter sweet – pulled through the Mirrors so shortly after arriving at Westeros... ]
...Were you with the Baratheons? [ They informed her of their war for the crown – brothers who squabbled like children while she built her army in Essos. ] I heard one of them claimed my birthplace but since, the halls have been empty.
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Dragonstone leaves the woman's lips and she nearly shivers like a cold overtook her. Her boats had only arrived on the dull, wet sands. The halls of her keep barely explored, the sounds of Targaryens generations before her were deaf upon her ears. Part of it had been bitter sweet – pulled through the Mirrors so shortly after arriving at Westeros... ]
...Were you with the Baratheons? [ They informed her of their war for the crown – brothers who squabbled like children while she built her army in Essos. ] I heard one of them claimed my birthplace but since, the halls have been empty.