[ The tears in her eyes are for Viserion. He is an extension of her. Her power, manifested. More than that, however, he is her child insofar as raising a hatchling could become one. Rhaego was but a taste of what bearing her blood into the world could be. How many happy moments were there, as her belly rounded and she'd felt his little kicks? As Drogo had pressed his hand to that curve, pride blaring in his eyes? It was a reminder of simpler times, where she would obtain the family she'd always craved. Viserys was cruel; nevertheless, he was still alive. She wasn't alone.
Mirri Maz Duur took any hope that remained after Viserys' death. She took any opportunity to revive the Targaryen line from her, thus leaving Dany with three dragons as her only children. Her throat works as she attempts to swallow, choking back those tears. Rhaego was gone, and now Viserion was gone. Would she lose Drogon and Rhaegal as well?
She already has, being here, forced to follow the whims of an organization she doesn't understand. ]
The Targaryen line dies with me.
[ Her hands slip away from his shoulders, falling onto her lap. She meets Jon's gaze, and in that brief moment, her grief nearly swallows her whole. But she clears her throat and pushes to her feet, because being near him as he speaks of bringing honor, of being revered, of earning love--it feels both true and false.
None of those things matter in this place. ]
Then we discover how they took us. [ Pacing. When her back is to him, she reaches up to brush away the wetness from her eyes. ] If that means winning the others to our side and eventually interrogating the Commander, we shall.
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Mirri Maz Duur took any hope that remained after Viserys' death. She took any opportunity to revive the Targaryen line from her, thus leaving Dany with three dragons as her only children. Her throat works as she attempts to swallow, choking back those tears. Rhaego was gone, and now Viserion was gone. Would she lose Drogon and Rhaegal as well?
She already has, being here, forced to follow the whims of an organization she doesn't understand. ]
The Targaryen line dies with me.
[ Her hands slip away from his shoulders, falling onto her lap. She meets Jon's gaze, and in that brief moment, her grief nearly swallows her whole. But she clears her throat and pushes to her feet, because being near him as he speaks of bringing honor, of being revered, of earning love--it feels both true and false.
None of those things matter in this place. ]
Then we discover how they took us. [ Pacing. When her back is to him, she reaches up to brush away the wetness from her eyes. ] If that means winning the others to our side and eventually interrogating the Commander, we shall.