❝ i have a dragon’s temper, that’s all. you must not let it frighten you. ❞
TARGARYENS HAD ALWAYS HAD FIRE RUNNING THROUGH THEIR VEINS, AND HIS QUEEN WAS NO DIFFERENT. It had passed down through generations and to extinguish it would be to rid her of the very essence that made her who she was. A leader who inspired love and loyalty in anyone around her. But fire could be as dangerous as it was magnificent if allowed to blaze without control. As her servant, the knight felt it was his responsibility to shield her from that double-edged sword.
❝ If I may speak freely, your grace ❞ Link began, with the respect she was due ❝ it is not your temper that frightens me ❞ After all, without the strength she seemed to draw from it, he was sure it would have been impossible for anyone, let alone someone so young, to accomplish what Daenerys had. She was the girl who saw solutions no one else was capable of — the girl who had walked into the flames with three stones and walked out with three dragons. How could she not believe she was destined for great things ?
❝ but rather it leading you to danger ❞ her growing conviction in her own infallibility had made her ignore her advisors' arguments more than once. It had blurred the fine line between bravery and recklessness and caused her to step into many risky situations because she believed her fate was to sit the Iron Throne and nothing would stop her before that. Yet fate was a fickle thing, as changing as the wind. And it wouldn't be the first time the world had witnessed the fall of a dragon.