And finally it was done. Her cheeks and fingers were sticky as she forced down the last of it. Only then did she turn her eyes back to the old women, the crones of the dosh khaleen. “Khalakka dothrae mr’anha!” she proclaimed in her best Dothraki. A prince rides inside of me!
A Dragon is not a slave. You speak Valyrian? I am Daenerys Stormborn of the House Targaryen, of the blood of Old Valyria. Valyrian is my mother tongue.
My Type is Homicidal 