She tucked you away into her neck as the throat of a man in slit a mer 15 feet ahead of you. She pressed your head to her chest to muffle your hearing. One ear pressed it o the skin of her breast the other covered by her hand. Drogo put a possessive hand on his wife’s knee and shot a disproving look my way.

My father loved me, he did.. yet there was a lot of resentment there. My mother had to remind him constantly that I was just a babe. He wished I’d died, instead of Rheago, though he’d never admit.

Dany knew it. She missed her son too. But she wouldn’t trade me for the world, I was her treasure.

“Your brother.. would have been the son of the Khals..” she whispered into my ear “but you my little dragon.. you’re all mine..”