Every flight begins with a fall.
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“Wait for me, little Cat,” he’d say. “Wait for me and I’ll come back to you.” And I would sit at this window every day when the sun came up, waiting. I wonder how many times did Bran or Rickon stare across the moors of Winterfell waiting for me to return. I will never see them again.
You’re mine. Mine, as I’m yours. All men must die, Jon Snow, but first we’ll live.
Did it ever occur to you that I might be the one who deserves your confidence and your trust, not your sons? Not Jaime or Tyrion but me. Years and years of lectures on family and legacy. The same lecture really, just with tiny, tedious variations. Did it ever occur to you that your daughter might be the only one listening to them, living by them? That she might have the most to contribute to your legacy that you love so much more than your actual children?
And her crew, once as fearful as they were curious, had begun to take a queer fierce pride in “their” dragons. Every man of them, from captain to cook’s boy, loved to watch the three fly… though none so much as Dany.
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