( It's not something she's going to question; his eyes are expressive as her own can be, and what she sees there is enough for the moment to convey that on some level at least, he understands. Though not even she understands the full depth of the finer details, how Jon had for a time been lost to her before she'd ever lain eyes upon him in person. But she'd lost a man and her child on the same day once and nearly done so again the day Viserion fell.
The sight of the Night King and his army haunts her still, and for a long moment, there's a hollow light in her gaze before it turns to steel. He'd come back to her. History will not repeat itself. )
No need, ser. It would be 'Your Grace,' but Daenerys is fine. That, and many other titles I've earned mean little here.
( Indeed, they mean nothing at all. Her posture straightens at that, and Viserion chirps avidly at her shoulder. )
Are you certain? I've met witch and warlock both; one took the lives of those dear to me, and the other threatened to do the same. 'Only death can pay for life.' Or so they say.
( Dany's aversion to magic is deeply rooted in the loss of her husband and son, though it'd also given her her dragons. It takes her a long moment again to find the ability to be light, but she does eventually, and tips her head, considering his words. )
Oh, that's a relief. I was about to ask if you all live in tents. I've known those who do. ( No shame there, and a shadow of a smile crosses her face. ) Targaryen. And yes, my family line. But you surely must have a record of your own heritage, yes? Or, your people must, surely.
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The sight of the Night King and his army haunts her still, and for a long moment, there's a hollow light in her gaze before it turns to steel. He'd come back to her. History will not repeat itself. )
No need, ser. It would be 'Your Grace,' but Daenerys is fine. That, and many other titles I've earned mean little here.
( Indeed, they mean nothing at all. Her posture straightens at that, and Viserion chirps avidly at her shoulder. )
Are you certain? I've met witch and warlock both; one took the lives of those dear to me, and the other threatened to do the same. 'Only death can pay for life.' Or so they say.
( Dany's aversion to magic is deeply rooted in the loss of her husband and son, though it'd also given her her dragons. It takes her a long moment again to find the ability to be light, but she does eventually, and tips her head, considering his words. )
Oh, that's a relief. I was about to ask if you all live in tents. I've known those who do. ( No shame there, and a shadow of a smile crosses her face. ) Targaryen. And yes, my family line. But you surely must have a record of your own heritage, yes? Or, your people must, surely.