I've been across many lands, ser. Many lands that do not grow flowers as beautiful as yours, vines as encompassing as what shields us, or roots that dig as deep. Do you know why? Heat. Too much can kill anything.

[ There was plenty of it. Many that puts a threat to many causes they were brought here for. Part of her is envious – jealous he can act so easily while she shields herself and acts as kindly as she can. Ignores the chained children and tightening shackles of monsters outside of the Coven walls. All because she was pleaded to – to not start war.

Daenerys wants to advert her gaze when he bundles the roses and soon offers them. She grows angry so easily in moments like this – but this gesture tugs at her nature enough to return her back to the gentle heart she has. Not one hardened.

She is hesitant to accept the offering, slowly she reaches forward to grasp onto it firmly – still holding it with him. ]

I hope it inspires only those we want it to inspire, then.