Surrounded by the dead she walks the countryside in search of peace. She is the wandering warrior, Michonne.
I am Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen of the blood of old Valyria. Valyrian is my mother tongue.
There is a reason. A dragon is no slave.
“Drogon,” she sang out loudly, sweetly, all her fear forgotten. “Dracarys.”