[ Daenerys has seen displays like this before. As a conqueror and khaleesi with three dragons, she was able to do something about it. As a young woman, afflicted with a curse that begins to change her body? There is not much she can do. It was an act of her heart, of impulse that pushes her through the crowd. Fueled on anger and the need to do something, it was not until Percy catches her elbow that she spins to face him – defensive and caught off guard with a rush of red to her features. Embarrassment or anger? Hard to tell. ]
Take your hand off of me or you will lose it. [ An empty threat. Ser Jorah was not here for his sword and her hands were as brittle as paper, she thinks. Her glowering expression was unbecoming of a beautiful woman like her, yet for a dragon? Maybe. ] No one else will do anything – they are being sold like animals.
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Take your hand off of me or you will lose it. [ An empty threat. Ser Jorah was not here for his sword and her hands were as brittle as paper, she thinks. Her glowering expression was unbecoming of a beautiful woman like her, yet for a dragon? Maybe. ] No one else will do anything – they are being sold like animals.