“Your time, ser.“ A petite woman with silver hair drew near, but perhaps what was stranger still were the three, dog-sized dragons swirling overhead, keeping close to her person. One black, one green, one white — and three pairs of fiery eyes fixed upon who she reached out to.
Her own eyes, a piercing violet, were no less potent, despite her size, and when she spoke, it was with a concise voice.
“Where is this place? It is no place in Essos that I have seen nor heard. These..lights and contraptions I’m certain I would have been made aware of by now, should a city have constructed something — and surely not in Westeros. "
She couldn’t have been magically whisked away to Westeros with her dragons at a premature size. That time wasn’t right. Only when they were fully grown …Still, she couldn’t quite hide the longing at that name. It was to be her home, where she had been cast out because of her birth..and she thought of it, as she thought of many things, her unborn child, her cruel brother, the House of the Undying…all the while wrapped in the lion pelt of her dead husband.
"I am Daenerys, of House Targaryen. No matter where it is, I am..quite lost, and in need of aid.” She glanced over her shoulder, finding the source of the other’s fear.
Lightly, in a voice surprisingly gentle; “They will do no harm to you. They are only children.” Her enemies on the other hand..had much to fear from a ‘little girl’.
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Daenerys Targaryen I, A Song of Ice and Fire/ Game of Thrones
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